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

spoke. so strangely and harshly. the child looked
at her in terror. What shall | do. boy40
"Why, come. tell her yer sorry"
"Sorry, for what!'
EUR treatin' her so. an not squarin' ND bout
the Argosy. If she dies how'll she know you
forgive her: an you'd better come soon.'
With 3 trembling hand the old woman reached
for her ragged shawl, flung it over her head. fol-
lowed the boy out finging the door noisslessly
behind her. She outwalked hin to the wharf,
whore the Captain was waiting.
Here he ISL cried the Captain. IAN by all
that's wonderful, Marin Tarbox comm toor'
She passed her old neiehbors without a word;
there was not q culver in her lips, a hardness in
her eyes. when they went by the desoIats house
on the cliff. nor die she speak q word on that
voyage to Seal island.
A week later Marguerite came back to con-
seriousness. Bending over her was q quaint,
small figure. a wrinkled face no long stern and
unforgiving. but loving and kind. The siege
ering the citadel. 'God has heard my prayer"
smiled Marguerite. her hand in that work hard
ened one, her soul at peace.
PART III.
With soft spring days came health and
strength, and Marguerite was well. She de-
voted herself TO the woman who had forgiven
her. and Mrs. Tarbox bloomed in dainty gowns
and fine lace cans, and Maguerite called her
mother. A lifetime OF sorrow had been blotted
ont. The brave old soul could not understand It
nh- NE very Qcelro y reVeuge uaU gone IrOm
her. Had she lost it by the bedside where the
young life fingered by so frail q thread, or did
she leave 1t in The pine woods at the Cape, when
her heart yielded to love instead Of hate, and
she went to her enemy's dsuehter2 She did not
care TO ask herself; she only knew she was q
happier aud better woman.
There had not been such a storm for years as
on the 23d of May. No ancient fisherman re-
memoered such "a gale on the Maine coast 90
late in the spring. 1t began with q curious
Hauvv uin1 that had mn aaffln1 frarrt4n. a. h.
gan with a cats paw over the waves like the
passing Of a black shadow. Ii went on in a dull
quiet all day. broken only by the dreary sobbing
of the sea, that greasy and gray under q sunless
heaven, rolled YEARLY on its way. 1t ended at
sunset with a weird. greenish sky, colored at
the horizon with a lurid copper. As dark came
on, there drifted across the sea one wild, shrill
shrek like the death cry of a thousand tortured
souls. Herald Of the tempest, this one great
blast opared the gates to the pent in wind-devils.
How they ragged How they went galloping over
the sea, hurting the frothing waters mountains
high, or hiding in black hollows between the
waves, dug and delved deeper and deeper like
Rnomes in hidden mines! How they went
dancing inland IN malicious merriment TO toss
bricks from the wide chimneys, to break the
boundary lines by fiinging fences
askew, or far away, to make a
home q ruin by lifting the shelterine roof
and crushing it to the earthl How through that
lonely house on the cliff. Philander Tarbox's
home. they went yelling and fighting TO make
destruction first, How they fought against the
oaken door, breaking it at last and racing
through the empty rooms, hallowed by the
memories Of love and children's little feet, and
then With devilish laughter, fed seward
through tn Q sashless windowsl
But out at sea! There was the battle-ground;
there mans tiny strength had dared defy them.
Ha! ha! now was revenge; now retributionl
Over the tall masts, clinging to cordaee. to
mighty spers rollicked the wind devils. Under
the heaving prov. ~finginc up eneulfng waves,
catching the grooming tiller. deafening tho
bronzed-faced helmsman with their shrill yells.
and over the faces Of the captain and
that know no friendly haroor. no
shelteripg lea Of shore. Dlstorting
the radiance of the elimmering lights over
adder reefs, and then weary of their play,
wreckine a noble bark on cruel rocks in cruel
seas. Flying then with the wings OF the morn
ing, giittering over the rolling sea, to far Grifin's
Head beach 10 gloat over their prey. Between
the sea and ships there is sncessans war, and the
sea conouers. From Gloster, Marblehead,
den. Rockland. all along shore came stories OF
disaster: from al the towns where men 90 down
10 the sea in ships. For that storm and all
storms there is a history writ in hearts blood.
In the golden light of morning the sea sobbed
gently like a punished child wearied Of its long
weeping. though far out there were mighty
wandering waves along the coast; as the tide
went down only a long beaving swell dipped
against the sea-weed On Seal island Sol and
Marguerite walked down by the breakers.
They did not think Of shipwreck until they saw a
dead man lying near the grave by the light where
the sea had wrenched q great mass OF earth and
rock away. Marguerite ran TO the house for
help. Sol, with q eruesome pleasure, knelt
down by the corpse. laying his small hand on
the cold face. "Hs feels kinder warm unused
the child. He lifted one arm that fell in q
strange way. Broke he mutterec. He looked
ut the stranger carefully. A big, broad-shoul-