Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1891-10-29

Wnlrled round ana round ana borne
with the racing tide toward the Golden
Gate.
Senorita Pachits de Sola screamed,
but there was no help sent down from
heaven, even on the appeal of those
pretty lips, grown quite white, or of that
pale face, with its big black eyes wild
with terror.
Lieutenant Juan de Echeandia swore
-swore at Corporal Pedro Sanchez; but
profanity, though frequently an adjunct
TO navigation, is not of use in imparting
knowledge thereof.
SO out to sea they drifted, far out, al
most to the Farallones.
For eight days and nights they were
as n chip on the waves, the Raccoon
guests having snapped the mast and
carried away the sail. Corporal Pedro,
famous as mariner, had forgotten TO
bring oars.
Senorita de Sola gave herself up to
Mary, mother OF God; as did the cor
poral aud the three men in the bow, who
passed the hours in shuddering prayer.
But Lieutenant Juan had soldiers
soul.
On the second day he drew his sword,
and at its point the men yielded such
food and water us the boat contained.
These he bestowed where his body was
between them and recapture.
The corporal Pedro, though 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 may
read in Hittells History OF Calfornia'O
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
ed down-with cloaks and coats and
stray bits Of rope TO cabin the lady.
On the eighth day-sincere prayer is
ever answered. blessed wind sprapg
up from the west and, tide assisting,
blew the Mejico 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 sermon.
AS the Senorita de Sola rose in tho
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 slender
gold chain that hung about her neck
broken it, and over into the deep water
1t went, together with locket that had
rested on her virgin bosom.
"My dears," said Conmandante Don
Luis Antonio Arguello, when they had
refreshed themselves at his quarters and
related their adventures-'my dears,
think that under all the circumstances
the best thing you can do is to get mar
ried, and at once"
I'm with you" exclaimed Lieutenant
Juan de Echeandis in Spanish. opening
his arms.
And Senorita Pachita de Sola crept
timiuiy luto tutil, ululllS ueT lONtly,
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 indefcnsible Ian
guage concerning it, because, imbedded
under a transparent, overlying, irides-
cent deposit, lie beheld sn open golden
locket, showing the face Of IA handsome
young man, evidently Spanish.
Miss de Sola, excited, took il from him,
scrutinized it intently, looked up with
sparkling eyes and pointed slim, tri-
umphant, olive finger at name beneath
the miniature.
There she cried; "grandma did love
that Monterey ensign, though she always
denied it,
But Pachita-Pachita darling, do
name the day" pleaded Lieutenant An
derson all a-throb.
"Oh, bother!" impatiently returned
Miss de Sola, absorbed again in the aba
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