Connecticut western news., 1890-12-31

against the sides of the snp. l ra,sed myself up and felt rush of air against my face. The wind was rising!
 The Englishman noticed it at the same time and remarked, "That is bad"
 It certainly was bad; it meant certain death if the waves, no matter how small, struck and shook the wreck, already SO broken and disjointed that the first largo one would demolish it.
 Then our agony increased from second to second with the rise of the wind. Now the waves broke and l saw in the darkness the white line of foam appear and disappear, while every wave shook the frame of the Marie Joseph with a shudder that reached us.
 felt the English girl tremble against me. Twas conscious of a wild impulse to take her in my arms.
 Before us, to right, to left, behind us the lighthouses were shining on the coasts-white, red, yellow; revolving, ,ike eyes of giants looking at us, watch Ting eagerly for our destruction. One of them in particular irritated me. That one was perfect eye, opening and shut ting it's fiery pupil.
 From time to time the Englishman struck match to look at the hour; then he would replace his watch in his pocket. Suddenly he said aloud and with per feet seriousness, ''Sir, wish you 8 happy New Yeary'
 It was midnight. offered my hand, which he shook; then he said something in English to the girls, who began to sing God Save the Queen" At first felt like laughing; then l was seized by a strong, quaint emotion. There was some thing superb and sinister about this song of these wrecked people; something of prayer and also greater and comparable to the "Ave Caesar, morituri te salutamus."
 When the song was ended asked my neighbor to sing alone, a ballad, anything she pleased, to help us forget OUT situa- ion. She consented. Her fresh, pure voice rose upon the night. It was doubt less something sad as the notes fingered and rose slowly, like wounded birds, above the waves.
 The sea had risen and now struck against the wreck. thought of nothing but the voice and of the sirens. My tor
 
 nos siren, this girl who had kept me on this rotten boat, and who in a minute would be ingulfed with mel
 We all now rolled violently upon the deck. The Marie Joseph has turned upon the other side. The English girl fell on me, and seizing her in my arms, madly and without knowing it, without under standing, believing this was our last sec- ond of life, kissed her hps, her temples, her hair. The vessel no longer moved, nor did we.
 Her father called Kate, and she an- swered yes, and tried to free herself from my arms. wanted the boat to open; l wanted to die with her.
 rose slowly ana perceived 8 light near US. I called out and was answered. It was boat hunting for us, the proprietor of the hotel having guessed our predica- ment.
 We wore saved. was in despair. We left the wreck and returned to St. Mar tin. The Englishman rubbed his hands and exclaimed, "What a supper we will eat" And we did. was not gay. regretted the Marie Joseph.
 The next morning we separated, with many regrets and promises to write. They returned to Biarritz and I came very near following them. was hard hit and was near asking Kate in marriage If we had remained longer together certainly would have done so. How weak and incomprehend- ble man is at times
 Two years passed without my hearing anything of them; then received a let ter from New York. She was married, and wrote to tell me. And since then we write to each other once . year, on the 1st of January. She speaks to me oi her life, her children, her sisters, never of her husband. And speak to her oi the Marie Joseph. She is perhaps the only woman I ever loved-no-that might have loved. Voila-does ono ever know? Events carry us along And then = then = everything fades She must be old now I would not know her-her of other days s-her of the wreck She writes me her hair if ! white Mon dieul that hurts me terri bly-that blonde hair No, there ii not trace of How sad is-au that. -Tranalated from the French of Mau passant for The New Orleans Picayune by Lax.