Daily Republican., 1881-06-23

In whose company had seen the maid
; en-.
Asking who he was, the landlord toll
me that he was yachtsman of wealth
and had come into port the day before
and wanted sailing-master to run hi
p.easure-craft to Algiers.
'Does he go with the yacht % eaG
erly asked
"Oh, yes, but he says his sailing-ma'
ter died at sea.
'Has he TO friends, landlord 2" agai
| asked
ellis daughter accompanies him,
believe.
This settled it with me; l had 81
months leave yet, with orders ~ the
report to my vessel in Algiers, aud
followed the stranger down the street
and overtaking him, said:
"Ihe Landlord Of the inn tells me yo
wish a sailiug.master, SIR"
He turned his dark piercing eye
upon me for full half a minute ere h
replied.
Then he said
81 do need II sailing-master to carr,
my yacht to Algiers. lou are Il sailor
then ?"
eyes, sir"
"lou will do, sir; there lies my yacht
Go on board as soon Us possible, Tor
sail at sunset"
! at once went on board the yacht, ;
trim craft 0. sixty tons, fitted up lllXu
Iiuusly, and manned by q crew Of sly
men, and having besides q mate, cook
steward and stowaldess, all Of whom
seemed to eye me uspiciOusly as camt
on board with tho owner.
"lou will bunk in the cabin sir, and
have your meals with myself and
daughter" said the yaChtsman.
! And leading me into the cabin, he in
troduced me to the maiden | had sc
ionged to meet.
Her uama was Annice Armstrong,
and she was dressed in jaunty sailor
| like costume, and greeted me kindly,
evidently again recognizing Inc.
But her beauty had increased with
years, and was moro than ever in love
with her.
Just at sunset we raised anchor, and
spread sail, the crew doing their work
well and in silence, aud before stltl
breeze we few out TO sea.
But hardly had we got into deep wa
ter before felt that there was something
strange in the actions OF all Oh board,
for the crew seemed never to speak, and
the steward called me to dinner with a
mott N of his hand,
1t was n sumptuous repaSt, with de
licious wine, and yet did not enjoy it,
for, strive as might, could not eli.
gage the yachtsman and his daughter
in conversation, though she often look.
ed upon me with sweet smile, and |
set her father down as a tyraIt whom
all feared.
In this way several days passed, and
| was as unhappy u man as ever lived,
for, III spite OF the sweet looks of An
nice Armstrong, | could not get her to
converse with me, other than few
words at time, and her father was as
silent rs ID statue.
Eacl day the cOpStraint on all seem
ed more pronounced, until almost felt
| shoHld 20 mad.
Bat We were nearing our destination,
and | knew that the misery to me must
soon end.
had no fault to find with the crew,
for they promptly obeyed my every
look but my visions OF happiness with
AnniCe had faded away and TO be in
her presence seemed to be Il sorrow rath-
or than pleasure.
One Guy the yachtsman came to me
and said:
"Whcn will you reach port ."
''lt this breeze holds good, within
twenty four hours" | wered.
''Then lay the yacht to, sir"
| looked at him in surprise, and he
continued
"rhere are thirteen of us on board,
sir, and always sail with thirteer, but
arrive in port with but twelve. tits our
destiny, SIR"
"Mr. Armstrong do not understand
you," answered.
LAY the yacht to, sir, and you
shall"
obeyed, and without orders, all on
board came aft, and out of the cabin
appeared Annice, bearing in her hand
1 black vase with narrow neck.
"Are the lots ready to draw, my
child ?" asked Mr.. Armstrong.
Eyes, father" she answered, with o
,Weet smile.
'Then we will soon know the fated
me-" he said.
And turning to me he continued:
"Mr. DunwOrth, in this vase are
hirteen balls, one of them black, twelve
# them white, my dear child shakes
hem up, and each one of us thrusts
Iand into the vase and draws, and the
ne that gets tine black one is sewn up
n hammock, u heavy shot is attached
0 the feet, and they are launched into
he sea.
l can never describe my feelings at
hat awful iuoment, tor l knew | was
mong crew Of maniacs, but | con-
rolled my emotions as best L could and
aid
"Well, sir, am to draw, too % )
ooh, yes. Last time the lot fell on {
~ sailiDg-master, for we draw bet weeu 7
very port Now, Annice, nay child, c
Oh draw first"
Without a trenor she thrust her hand q
It the jar, and, Withdrawing it, n B
ght lausn escaped her lips as she held b
p the black one. a
SIT is your fate, my child" smiling "
said the Nachtsman, and the crew al
smiled in congratulation, while was ~
lmb with horror :,
Then the maiden attired herself in " ~
hite, and "a sail WIS sewn closely !,
ound her beautiful form, and heavy, =,
On shots to her feet, she all the time
ding the stewardess in the toilet Of
ath. 81
When ready, plank was brought out n
the hold, and noticed that it was as u
looth as glass, and upon this Annice RI
Us placed, her arms fol'ied upon her
east, and her long golden hair hanging to
the waves over her shoulders. W
''Ready p suddenly cried the mate, hi
Il the yachtsman knelt and kissed his on
ughter, and made motion for the
IN to raise the plank, while l could to
t have moved or uttered a word to ha
ye my own life. One end of the ro,
INK was then placed on the taffrail 0
the other slowly raised by the sea-