Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1891-10-23


one trip. His, enlargement became
suddenly proposed to Senorita Pachita
that they make the voyage. and she.
being young and thoughtless, con-
sented
Brave Corporal Sanchez sailed the
MeIicc superbly as far as Angel Island.
aescauGng eloquently on the art and
mystery Of seasnauship. Issuing TO
his crew OF Ihree soldiers sundry or
ders In II commanding voice of thunder
he prepared to pass the point
Alas. an eastern wind came whist
ling through the treacherous Raccoon
strait and. In spite of all Corporal
Pedro's seamanship. tho Mejico was
caught and whirled round and round.
and borne with the racing tide toward
the Golden Gate.
Senerita Paehita do 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
almost to the Farallone4
For eight days and nights they were
as chip on the waves. the Raccoon
gusts having snapped the mast and
carried away the sail. Corporal Pedre.
famous as a mariner, had forgotten TO
bring oars.
Senopita do S0la gave herself up to
Mary. Mother Of God; as did the cor
poral and the three men in the bow.
who passed the hours in shuddering
prayer.
But Lieutenant Juan had soldier s
soul. On tho second day he drew his
sword. and at It's point the mon
yielded such food and water as 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
ward. and through all those awful
eight days and nights (by my pen. it
is true that tho boat was gone that
long as you may read in Hittelps
History OF Calliornia") the Senorita
de Sela wanted for neither food nor
drink and the delicacy OF Lieutenant
Juan would have brought tears Of
gratefulness to any woman's eyes. He
did wonders as tradition has handed
| down. with cloaks and stray bits OF
rope to cabin the lady.
On the eighth day-sincere prayer is
ever answered. blessed wind sprang
up from tho west and tide assisting
blew the Mejico back through the
Golden Gate. The cruising Chief
Marin. on his tule.hoat was sent by
Providence TO tow her to the Preside
wharf where the commandante and
cheering garrison awaited the return
OF tho lost to llfe-the ones saved by
an unquestionabe miracle The padres
bore the lesson home in many a SER
mon.
As the Senorita de Sola arose in the
stern to disembark she tottered from
weakness and agitation. Lieutenant
Juan stretched out an arm and pre-
served her from u duc&ing. She gave
little scream. not at the public ON
brace. but because in throwing up her
small brown hands. she had broken
a slender gold chain that hung about
her neck-brsken il, and over into
thu deep water it went together with
a locket that had rested on her virgin
| bosom.
My desrs." said Commandante
Don Luis Antonio Arguello when they
had refreshed themselves at his quar-
tors and related their adventures
my dears. think that under all cir
cum 5tances the best thing you can do
| is to get married. and at once"
I'm with you" exclaimed Lieuten-
ant Juan dc Boheandia. in Spanish.
opening his arms.
And Senorita Pachita de Sola crept
| timidly into them. hiding her lovely
blushing face upon his happy. wealth
er-beaten breast
Lieutenant John Anderson was re-
strained from throwing the abalone-
she'll into the bay after his indefensi-
bio language concerning it. because.
imbedded under q transparent over
lying. irridescent deposit he beheld
an open golden locket showing the
face OF a handsome young man. evil
IDENTITY Spanish
Miss de Soda excited. took it from
him. scrutinized it intently looked up
with sparkling eyes. and pointed a
slim, triumphant olive finger at q name
beneath the miniature.
'.Therew she cried; grandma did
love that Monterey ensign, though she
always denied it,"
but Pachita-Pachita darling, do
name the day." pleaded Lieutenan,
Anderson. all athrob.
"Oh. bother" impatiently returned
Miss de Sola- absorbed again in the
abalone Name it yourself. The
! Argonaut.
| A Dislike for Onions.