Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-23

swering hail came to his listening ears,
and In another moment, to his surprise
and horror, the briggs course was altered,
and she headed IN another direction,
though Arad could see that her yards
were untouched being, in fact, braced
in an opposite direction.
"Something wrong :here!" he thought;
and, as it was his las. chance for life,
with desperate energy he sought to in
tercept her course, when suddenly her
sails were thrown aback, and for mo-
ment she dritted down toward him, as
though he had been seen and measures
taken for his relief.
AS she neared him he managed, in a
roll of sea, to sieZe one of the mainchain
plates, and with final effort, he swung
himself into the rigging and over the rail,
where he sank senseless on the deck,
thinking dimly how strange it was that
no living soul was in sight.
| When he recovered from his stupor and
feebly CROPPED his way aft, he saw the
wheel was dashed hard-a-port, and the
stern boat gone from her davits; and It
flashed across his mind that the brig had
been deseited---a fact which a voyage Of
investigation into the cabin confirmed.
An open chart was on the floor, where
upon the vessels course had been traced
from a little island in the Windward
group, and further examination of her
| papers and logbook showed her to be the
Spanish brig Don Carlos, bound from
Jacmal, with box sugar ''to any port
north of Hatteras."
Arabs mind was made up on the in.
slant. He sounded the pumps we'll, and
found nine inches Of water therein, and,
having refreshed himself from the stew
ards pantry with Spanish tortillas, he
stripped and went at it till the pumps
| sucked.
Then he loosed the lower sails fore and
aft, sheeted them home with infinite la
Dor, squared the yards, and went aft to
| the wheel.
The wind had hauled to the southwest
a glance at the barometer showed that the
mercury was rising; and, with high hopes
Arad began his voyage to "a port north
ard Of Hatteras.''
ooh, If I could?" was the only thought
"AANiA AlO N1ACu " give FCul W, duO,
though it did not seem an impossible
feat if the weather held fair, he did not
venture to carry his hopeful anticipations
further
For four days and nights did he
stand at the wheel, only leaving it for
his hastily-snatched food, or to change
the position Of the yards, except as be
was obliged to take observations; and
his heart beat high as on the twenty-fifth
of November he sighted land, which he
knew, from his course on the chart to the
Sandy Hook.
Two hours later, pilot-ooat No. was
alongside, and three men sent on board,
when his story was heard. And then
Arad LAID down tor little nap, which
lasted precisely thirty-six hours; and
when he aWoke, the little brig, under
lower topsails and jib, was rounding the
light at the entrance of Coverly harbor,
with half gale of wind blowing astern.
"Luck was with you this time, sir"
said Joe Carter, one of the pilots, as the
anchor chain ran rapidly out, and the
little vessel swung round to the wind.
Gin three hours more you'll see it blow
great guns"
"God was with me, I Think" said
Arad, reverently, as they went aloft aud
snugly slowed the sails, which, as Arad
used to say, were not much larger than
bandana handkerchief.
Old Banks rowed out IN his dory, as
was his custom at every new arrival.
s'What in the deucer was his lucid
remark, as he stared at Arad. And then,
"Humph! Lost your vessel, l 'spose?
Picked up by this here brig, and come
home without any money. Member
what told ye when ye went away!''
Arad remembered II very well; and
when he went on to tell Banks, pere, that
it was he that had picked up the brig,
that she was sugar-laden, and that his
share Of salvage money would probably
be a nice little sum, Banks embraced him
rapturously, and said;
"Didn't always tell you, Arad2"
Arad didn't remember anything of the
kind; but then, it is neither polite nor
polite to contradict ones prospective
fathe1-in-law, so he said nothing, and &C
companied the old man ashore, where.
after meeting Jessie with rapturous en-
brace, he said:
You know it was to be Thanksgiving
eve, dear
And it was.
The mutineers managed to run his
schooner ashore On Peaked Hill Bars,
Cape Cod, and, in obedience to retribu-
tive justice, were drowned; which, as the
owners got an excellent insurance on the
vessel, did not seem to cause general
grief.
After the usual vexatious delays conse-
quent upon such cases, Arad received
something like eighteen thousand dollars
as salvage money.
Mrs. Hemans.
At 7 years old, an age when most
girls ideas are limited to dolls, romps
and new frocks, Felicia's delight, in the
bright summer days, was to climb up
into an old apple tree with a volume of
Shakespeare in her hand, and lose her
self in world of imagination, among
the Rosalinds, Imogens and Beatrices.
All that was strange, weird and roman
tic had an irresistible fascination for
her. Gwrych, as every respectable old
mansion should, had its specter, and on
moonlight nights the child, all trem-
bling yet eager, would creep out into
the long, dark avenue, fearing, yet hop
ing, to get sight of the goblin. At
other times, when she was supposed to
be ia bed, she would rise, dress herself,
and steal out of the house down to the
sea-shore to listen to the moaning of
the waves, and to indulge in a twilight
bath. She was never sent to school;
her education was purely desultory; all