Tombstone epitaph., 1890-03-29

anl head 9u Jne eLn,la wa. aow fn describahly fierce and the &. a tel rife. As the vessel slowly recovered herself he lonsened his -pld and crawled toward the bwsprit ,. cached it, got astride 0; lt, iOcf g, .,l. s,rnIs around it, drew long breath, ar, then, witk q ush, the Tim mons buritS her head and Joe disappeared ill the see; S;i.-, 7=Gi-r~.
 The crew heid their breath in an agony of susperse, while their eyes strained to- ward the boiling foam which engulied nim. In moment the stanch craft, as if conSciJus of the heroic effort for her relief and stimulated by it to renewed eXertion, bounded forward and upward through the dashing waters. And on the bOwsprit, which was pointing skyward, the crew saw Joe strengthening hi nself into a sitting position, his knife still held between his clenched teeth. and preparing to crawl still further out Again and again this scene was enacted, each plunge and rise finding the hero nearer to the object at which he aimed, while the crew fairly ached with the intensity of their emotions
 He reached it at last, and, watching the most favorable opportunity, released his right arm, snatched the knife from his teeth, and with swift and powerful stroke cut the jibstay through us the trembling vessel started down another sea, restored the knife to it's place, again clasped the bowsp-;t in his arms, and again disappeared-but only for a mo- ment, for the Timmons, now relieved of the weight which held her down, sprang out of the threatening gulf as if with new life inspired. IT, was a great relief, but the tempest was still at it's height, and now both Joe and the crew realized that the most hazardous part of this heroic en- terprise was still before him, namely, getting back to the deck again. It was not like coming down from aloft. He had to repeat the desperate performance back ward.
 Slowly, and still astride of the 5owsprit, and still alternately plunged into the sea and lifted high in air. he began the fear full task. Every instant was crisis, every moment threatened to be his last; but slowly and steadily he approached the deck. Finally he reached it, slid along the foremast, claspel it as before, and at last, crawling, laid himself down ex. hausted amid his awe struck companions
 The storm still howied, the sea was still awful, and night was coming on-nnother Ol uOIlUS-DuG tuc CUT ried her head free and feeling akin to confidence was beginning to take the place of despair in the breasts of the crew. They passed into the gloom of the starless night upon that wild waste of waters, clinging to the hope that with the coming of another day the storm would pass. And their hope was not in vain. Gradually the violence of the wind abated-althougt the sea still leaped frantically-and by the next morning had ceased to be alarming. They looked eagerly for the land, gave more sail, and in a few hours recognized points which assured them that they were off Georgetown, s. c. With grateful hearts they steered for the bar and entered the bay in safety, with no other damage to the Timmons than the loss of her boats, sails and rigging, a fore mast rubbed most in two and some strained timbers.
 Joe Arnold still lives and pursues his calling, and he will be greatly astoniShed if he ever sees this account of his heroism, for he is modest and does not think he did anything worth talking about. The Tim mons. too, is still atioat, and as smart d pilot boat aS ever crossed Cape Fear bar or cruised off Frying Pan shoals.-C. NJ. Waddel in New York World.