The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-02-24
THE wO SIiIPs.

Indeed am I sweetIy blessed, Mis-
tress MYra.
ri should not pause to reck how deep
my love, that I should dare-dare and
win, ak. mel O jewel that I have no
right to wear.
IL am but lad with empty pockets;
only that Heaven has given me- health
of iron and these strong arms, truly
were poor"
"Nay, Julian, and may not the kind
Heaven that has given thee these also
bless what they may do2"
"Come-and the girlish voice was
bantering-':have you won my heart to
pine upon it and thrust it back again?"
"Heaven grant otherwise, my Myral"
Happy lovers they, standing side by
side on the vessels clean deck, seeming
to gaze OH the dark ocean around them,
yet really looking inward at their own
true hopeful souls.
Among the pious pilgrims who weigh
ed anchor from Cowes, in the Isle of
Wright, to plant the banner of religious
freedom in the wilderness of Maryland,
1888, there was one unfit for the pro-
tection of that God to whom all prayed
us they faced the perils of their hlstori-
.cnl voyage. ........ a.*..
.sss,k fieige, ,@3puniards or cruising Turks
'sy greedilY almost directly in the course
OF the two staunch vessels, the "Ark"
and the "Dove;" storms and privations
they could not avert, but heroicalIy
anticipated.
Our interest lies in the "Ark". the
better manned, better armed of the
two.
On board was lovely orphan, follow
ing her guardians when they forsook
home and kindred to worship after the
dictates of their own hearts-her name.
Myra.
She WAS loved 10y everyone, and WORTH
lily, for her purity was even lovelier
than her face.
Especially dear was sho to Julian
Grange.
And when it was observed that Myra
regarded him favorably before oil others,
they yielded the field to the handsome
youth.
Only one demurred in his callous
heart and mentally vowed that Julian
and she should never wed,
Peter Hardy had been IN open suitor
was promptly rejected by both guar
dians and maiden, for his countcnanoe
was verify that of rogue,
Three days following ST.. Cecilia's
Day violent storm arose.
Just how it happened none could tell
but, above the roar of the tempest and
crush OF waves, the ahuddsring CRY went
up
"Man overboardp'
AT the Same instant Myra was seen
running across the rolling dock and
shrieking plteously-
"Julianl JulianI'
1t required strong arms to restrain
her from throwing herself into the rag
ing waters.
IL want my Julianl'
''Let me 20 with himI" she walled, as
they forced her safely to tho cabin.
"He is my JulianI my Lowell Oh, he is
lost-lostl''
Once she saw n chalky-white face
with a pointed nose and baleful twink
ling eyes--the Dyes of Peter Hardy;
and he grinned Internally at hor, even
in her misery.
TAen ensued a blessed blank. and
she lay delirious on her couch.
History has recorded that terrible
tempest, the mad tossing of tho "Ark,'
the pleading prayers preparatory to
the seeming inevitable shipwreok--
prayers that were answered by Heaven
at last, still the deep, and giving Joy to
every pious breast.
'But the Dove" their consort had
vanished.
She was given up as lost for over,
While matters were righting on the
shipboard, Peter Hardy, in mys to-
rious way, beckoned the captain aside.
"A word with you.
"What have you to say, Master
Peter?"
Peter looked slyly from his little
twinKling eyes.
II have heard it said that John. tile
sailor, lost his cup and knife?"
eyes"
"And Richard, the cook, has lost
some silken hose2"