The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-11-08

s arine fame being lea to him. Dom
Luis had swollen him with pride BY
placing him in command for this n
trip. His enlargement became perilous
when Lieutenant Echeandia suddenly
proposed to Senor1ta Pachita that they
make the voyage, and she, being young
and thoughtless, consented
Brave Corporal Sanchez sailed the
MEXICO superbly as far as Angel island,
~descanting eloquently on the art and
mystery of ~seamanship. Issuing to his
crew of three soldiers sundry orders in
a commanding voice of thunder, he pre-
pared to pass the point.
Alas, an eastern wind came whistiing
through the treacherous Raccoon strait,
and in spite of all Corporal Pedro's sea-
manship the Mejico was caught and
whirled round and round and borne
with the racing tide toward the Golden
Gate.
Senorita Pachita de Sola screamed
but there was no help sent DOWN from
heaven, even on the appe,b Of thoss
pretty lips, grown quite white, or of that
pale face, with it's big black eyes wild
with terror.
Lieutenant Juan de Echeandia sworo
at Corporal Pedro Sanchez; but
profanity, though frequently an adjunct
to navigation, is not of use in impartina
knowledge thereof.
So u to sea they drifted, far out, al
most to the Farallones.
For eight days and nights they were
as a chip on the waves, the Raccoon
guests having snapped the mast and
carried away the sail. Corporal Pedro,
famous as a mariner, had forgotten to
bring oars.
Senorita de Sofa gave herself up to
Mary, mother of God; as did the corr
poral and the three men in the bow, who
passed the hours in shuddering prayer.
But Lieutenant Juan had a soldiers
soul. s.
On the second day he drew his sword,
and at its point the men yielded such
food and water as the boat containedd
These he bestowed where his body was
between them and recapture.
The corporal Pedro, though a fool and
unfortunate, was loyal. With him the
lieutenant kept watch and watch, and
through all those awful eight days and
nights (by my pen, it is true that the
boat was gone that long, as you mag
read in Hittell's History of California'1
the Senorita de Sofa wanted for neither
food nor drink, and the delicacy of Lieu
tenant Juan would have brought tears
of gratefulness to any woman's eyes.
He did wonders-as tradition has hand
a1 5nu,p urstb n1ooEo ord roo+o oxX
stray bits of rope to cabin the lady.
On the eighth day-sincere prayer il
ever answered. blessed wind sprang
up from the west and, tide assisting,
blew the Mejice back through the Gold.
en- Gate. The cruising chief Marin, on
his tule float, was sent by Providence to
tow her to the Preside wharf, where
the commandant and the cheering gar.
rison awaited the return of the lost to
life-the ones saved by an unquestiona-
BILE miracle. The padres bore the lesson
home in many a III
AS the Senorita de'Sola rose in the
stern to disembark she tottered from
weakness and agitation. Lieutenant
Juan stretched out an arm and pre-
served her from a ducking. She gave .
little scream, not at the public embrace,
but because in throwing up her small
brown hands she had broken a slender
gold chain thai hung about her neck
broken it, and over into the deep water
| it went, together with a locket that had
rested on her vi~rginSbosom.
"My dears," said Commandante Don
Luis Antonio Arguello, when they had
refreshed themselves at his quarters and
related their adventures-''my dears, 7
think that under all the circumstances
the best thing you can do is to get MAJ.
ried, and at once"
sI,m with you,' exclaimed Lieutenant
Juan de Echeandia in Spanish, opening
his arms.
And Senorita Pachita de Sofa crept
timidly into them, hiding her lovely,
blushing face upon his happy, weather
beaten breast.
IN AUGUST, 1890, AGAIN.
Lieutenant John Anderson was re-
strained from throwing the abalone she'll
into the bay, after his i~ndefensible LAM
| guage concerning it, because, imbedded
under a transparent, everything, rides
cent deposit, he beheld an open golden
locket, showing the face of a handsoms
young man, evidently Spanish. #
Miss de Sofa, excited, took it from him,
scrutinized it intently, looked up with
sparkling eyes and pointed a slim, trt-
umphant, olive finger at a name beneath
the miniature.
"There!' she cried; grandma did love
that Monterey ensign, though she always
denied itr'
M"But Pachita-Pachita darling, do
name the day." pleaded Lieutenant AM
derson all a-throb.
'.Oh, bother!' impatiently returned
Miss de Sofa, absorbed again in the abae
lone .sName it yourself.T
A Very Sick Boy.
Johnny had acquitted himself well in
he class; so well, indeed, that the teacher
who tnok tha class Said.-