The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1888-08-19

dered man, with a tawny beard and hair. a
bronzed face and noble features. Along that
black shore men are born like a Morse goo.
mighty and fair to look upon. They are cast In
heroic mold to battle with the SEA-
The stranger had fought for his life, there
was 8 bruise on his forehead. his arm hung use
less, he was barefooted, stripped to his shirt
and trousers. Sol drew q mirror from his pock-
ct, Q little round glass, studded with pin-noies
and pins, having also, an erasaole oack wnere
one might write and wipe out with a wet niger.
Martha Pierce sed as how ef there was
breath in EN- lit nd show on thisl" Sol muttered
laying the glass on the sailors lips. de held II
up to the ligh. then; there was q rant oior. ne
rubbed It on his sleeve. tried the experiments
again, but was Disconnected.
..I1i bet I know him." said Sol suddenly ceas-
ing his operations. 'Ill bet it's But the
Captain and Ann came at that moment. followed
by Marguerite. "Gran'pa, l know who tbs, he
yelled; fits Mason Tarbox CONE home drowned
Together with infinite e~xertion they carried
the dead man to the house. 81 never could .
done IL but for you. said the Captain. Miss
Margreet you was given desprit siren gtn-"
Mrs. Tarbox had gone wandering TO another
part of the island. SO Ann aad the Captain put
Mason Tarbox on his mothers bed while Mar
gusrite heated water and blankets. There Is q
marvellous vitality in the sons OF fisherman,
that endures many a sesrner ehocK tnan the
wreck of the Sea King, of the whale back ledge,
covered that wild May night by the sea for the
first time In a quarter century-and Mason Tar
box's long swim to the light. Every other man
on that Inflated vessel was drowned, but he
knew the coast, and, though the light was
strange, remembered and swan for Seal island.
The Sea King had just come from the West
Indies. Mason Tarbox, once before Adrft on q
wild sea, had been rescued by this vessel and
by force of circumstances made one OF the crew.
If he was the Jonah to others hs came home
safe himself. Slowly he began to remember; he
felt warmth and comfort. His arm panied him,
and then he recalled a terrible blow on the rocks
when he reached shore. He wondered whore his
mother was, thinking bitterly how little comfort
he would be; q crippled, p~enniless sailor.
This is Miss Stockdale's stun house." said
the Captain, seeing the handsome blue eyes look
dreamily around; You was found on the shore
an brought here harf hour ago"
If he could have spoken he would have begged
them to set him outside, any where but In the
house of his enemy. He knew about Eric Stock
dale's return. had seen the stone cottage, but
never the young lady. He had been taught to
hate The very name of Stockdale. The loss OF
the Argosy had been printed in letters OF Ere
on his childish brain. yet something of the beau
" of the blue waves, the vieor OF the sea air
kept his nature sound and wholesome. He had
no revenge, only hate. He meant TO let them
alone. or if some day he was rich enough The
smiled bitterly at the thought, he aNroor salorl
he would fight Eric Stockdale with law weapons.
But it was such an old. old story.
Marguerite has gone for yer ma" said the
OaDtdln, RentIy. " - w Il IL ko Sis tuo
doctor. over to the Bay, for yer arms broke.
Thank God. you're alive! Jest don't try to talk;
things is Fighter then they would be he'd you
bean here stiddy."
Mason wondered, wondered. and then fell
asleep.
There was q stranger washed ashore here
this morning. mother" said Marguerite when
she found Mrs Tarbox sitting by the sea looking
drsarily q. the white sails in the distance Of
ships that never brought her hope or joy.
"Drownded by the storms"
mo; alive
'Ay. some comes home outer the very jaws Of
death" said the old woman bitterly.
But this o~ne-he-knows your son. stam-
mered Marguerite.
at is my son. cried the brave heart; it's in
your face, an you brought me the news. Must
all the good come from your handi 1t is Goals
of fire, Gods vengeance"
Leaning on the girls arm she .ottered to the
cottage, where Mason knew her on his awaken
ing. but puzzled sorely finding her too in the
house of bis enemy. Day by day IS his strength
returned the story was told him.. Then he asked
for her. He remembered q beautiful face in the
mists Of his returning consciousness. and q voice
that cried: He is alive and 1 can tell his dear
mother With some hesitation the Captain ex-
planned Miss Margreet was at the bay making
preparations TO return to the city. a few days
later y solemn lawyer from the bay sailed over
with papers paying Mason Tarhox and his moth
er the price of the Argosy and her freight. The
Captain missing her sorely, went himself after
Marguerite persuading her to stay a week on the
island before she went away. She came. a shy
shrinking figure in black. very afectionate TO
them ali, but TO Mason distant and cold. She
would not hear the money mentioned. and when
she was gone they only heard from her at rare
intervals.
Mason, bewildsred by the fortune, rejecting
It in his heart. striving always to make himself
believe il was honestly his. went one day to the
school teacher at the Bay, . pale student work