The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1881-01-27

ing her to her grave. L shall pass b.
the empty window where she sat wait
ing for me all through those wear,
days. | can do nothing for my dar
ling now but plant flowers on he
grave, and ask for masses for he,
SOUL
! He walked up and down-up ant
down the deck; his head sunk on hi,
breast; he took no heed of the howlins
wind or of the angry waves, which
rose higher and higher, and dashed
heavily against the creaking ship.
All at once the captain came across
the deck, and Yves met him face tc
face.
go below-the gale is rising fast
he said, though the wind blew his
words away before they We're spoken
I'VE cannot make the port tonight >
he roared out; 1--WE must keep out to
sea, or we shall founder on the rocks
in the bay"
But it was too late. As he spoke
the vessel seemed to be thrown up out
of the water, and then as she righted
herself, a huge wave swept over her;
the mast cracked, the deck quivered
and creaked from one end to the 9TH
er, as though it were riven through.
Yves looked round him; he had
chung to some rigging while the wave
swept over him, and had with Difficult
ty saved himself from being carried
away. The captain had rushed for
ward and stood beside the man at the
helm; but Yves saw with horror that
both wind and waves were driving the
ship to land. All at once there was
another violent shock, another mon
strous wave, and two of the sailors
were swept overheard into the boiling.
raging sea. There was loud outcry
the ship refused to obey the stress laid
on it: the mast. injured by the first
shock, fell with crash across the
docks, and the mad ship seemed to be
flying like hunted bird nearer and
nearer to the dreaded coast.
Even the captain, hardy Breton,
stood for moment paralyzed by the
danger; and still the ship flew on
towards the brown rocks which grew
each moment more distinct-the ter
rible rocks of that iron-bound coast.
Presently a hoarse voice sounded
amid the din Of headlong wind and
water. 1t came from heap Of rig
ging which had been cut away from
the fallen mast, and was close beside
Yves.
1T is the corpse-it is the corpse
that has raised the storm"
There was pause, and then a deep
murmur rose as in chorus to the warn
ing
"Yes, it is the corpse; overheard
with it, and we are saved"
Silence. hands off," the captain
shouted; 10 one but Yves listened to
his voice, the sailors were maddened;
if the storm could be lulled at once,
they might escape the rocks.
Overheard with itr'
They have rushed below, and soon
they have dragged the chest in which
Liszen lies from its holdfasts. As
they reach the deck with their bur-
den, Yves sees them, and he forces his
way through the sailors who have
kept him off till now.
Leave CO." he says, "this is my
property; touch it if you dare
They will not listen, and he is push
ed roughly aside. Overheard with
it." they cry, land the storm will
cease"
But superhuman strength comes
to Yves: he forces a way through
them all, he filings himself on the
chest, and clasps it IN his arms.
at is my wife," he says. whom
YOU would cast into the sea; but if she
goes there, l go with her; you shall
not divide us.
The sailors try to drag him away;
but he clings fast, and there is pro-
longed struggle While Yves still
clings desperately to the chest, a huge
wave flings the vessel forward. There
is frightful crash, and then the sea
pours in; the ship has parted asunder.
the one-halfof her founders instantly
but the brown rocks on which she
has been driven, clasp the other half
IN close embrace.
Some half-drowned and shivering
men cling wherever they can find a
hold. They look fearfully at one an
other; they are but four But where
is the struggling group of sailors, and
where is their passenger?
Yves Duroc and his loved treasure
have disappeared in the furious, boil.
ing waves.
Next morning, when some fisher.
boat, put off from. the Isle Breha tt
see what had bee, me Of the title yes