The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1892-06-16

brokenl answered that Il was.
Il want you two" be said, ''to take
me round to Lamlash to-day. You shah
have q couple Of sovereigns for the job.
don't know that may not come back
with you--but I may stay
Ny eyes met those Of my father for .
cash. There's no vera much wind"
be said
what there 10 10 in the right direc-
tou.T returned Digby, ~ I must call
him.
"Ths new fOresail has mo- been bent"
persisted my father.
There's no use throwing difficulties
in the way. said our visitor angrily.
If you wont come. IN get Tommy
Gibbs and his father. but 20 shall e
Il . bargain or mott"
"In gang" my father replied sullenly,
and went down 70 get the boat ready. I
followed. and helped him to bend on the
new foresAiL ! felt nervous and en-
cited.
"what do you intend TO dor asked.
Il dinnA ken" be said iTFitably. "Gin
the worst come 70 the worst We can gie
him up II LamlAsh-but oh, Il wad bO
psety. N awful peety. You're young
an strong, laddie; can we mo- master
him between usr'
no." said, I'm ready to give him
up. but I'm damned II I lay . hand on
him."
you're u cOoardly, white ltvered
IoonI" he cried, but ] was not TO b
moved BY tannts; and left him num-
bling 70 himself and picking ut the sail
with nervous fingers.
Il was about two o'clock before the
boat was ready. but as there was .
slight breeze from the north we reck.
oned on reaching Lamlash before night
Iall. There was just . pleasant ripple
upon the dark blue water, and a. we
stood on the beach before showing Of We
could zee the Carlin's Leap and Goatfell
bathed in purple mist, while beyond
them along the horizon doomed the long
line Of the Argyleshire hills. Away to
the south the great bald summit Of Ailsa
Craig glittered In the sun. and Q SIM 10
white heck showed where . fishing boat
was beating up frOm the Scotch coast.
Digby and ] stepped into the boat. but
my father ran back to WHERE had been
mending the rails and cans back with
the hatchet In his hand, which he
slowed away under the thwarts.
What dye want with the axy' our
visitor asked.
Its = handy thing to hae ABBOTT a
OOAt," my father answered with aveEted
eyes. and showed us Oh. We net the fore.
sail. jib and maiusail and shot away
across the ROost, with the blue water
splashing msrrily under our bows. Look
ing back saw the coast line Of our little
island extend rapidly on either side.
There was Carravoe which we had left,
md our own beach Of CaEFacuil. and the
iteep, brown face Of the Combera, and
away behind the rugged crests Of Beg
na-phAil and Beg-na-sAcher | could SEQ
the red tiles Of the byre Of our home
steading, and across the moor thin blue
reek in the air which marked the posi-
ton Of CorriemainA Ny heart warmed
toward the place which had been my
home since childhood.
We were about half way across the
Roost when It fell dead calm, and the
ulllAl ALRNIG0 NAAA4AAls bAMg AAAll4es We WDAo
perfectly motionlesS except for the drift
Of the current, which runs from north
10 south. had been steering and my
father managing the sails, while the
stranger smoked his eternal cigarettes
and admired the scenery; but At his Sug.
gestion We now got the SOULS out 10
row. IShRll never know how Il began,
but ~ I was STOPPING down 70 pick up
an oar I heard our visitor give great
scream that be was murdered, and look
ing up saw him with his face al In .
sputteT Of blood leaning against the
mast, while my father made at him with
the hatchet. Before could move hand
or foot Digby rushed at the old man and
caught him round the waist. "You gray
headed devil, /" he cried In . husky voice,
Il feel that you have done for me; but
youTl never get what you want. No
1eVsrI neverl nsvOrf
Nothing can ever erase from my
AemoTy the intense and concentrated
ualice Of those WOrdA Ny father gave
a raucous cry, they swAyed and bal.
Gnced for Q moment, and then over they
went into the sea. ! ruShed TO the side
bOathOok In hand, but they never cams
up. A. the lang rings caused by the
splash widsisd 6at, howeyc:. III IerI
an unrullsd space 10 the center, saw
them once again The water was very
clear. and far, far down could see the
simmer Of two white faces coming and
going. faces which seemed 10 look mp at
me with On expression Of unutterablO
horror. Slowly they went down, 70
volVing In each otheT'S embrace until
they were nothing but . dark loom and
then faded from my view forever. There
they shall lie, the Freedman and the
Scot, TIL the great trumpet shall SOnnd
and the sea give up IL dead. Storms
may rage above thsm and great ships
labor and creak, but theii lumber shall
BE- dreamless 1A6 unr. ned In the silent
green depths Of the Roost Of Uha. ]
trust when the great day shall come that
they win bring up the cursed stone with
them that they may show the sore temp.
tation which the devil had placed In
their way ~ some slight extenuation Of
their errors while In this mortal hesh.
Il was . weary and lonesome journey
back 70 CArTavoe. I remember tug-tug'
ging ct the oars ~ though to snap them
h trying to relieve tho Tension Of my
mind. Toward evening breess sprang
up and helped me on my way, and BE-
fore nightfAll ] was back IN the lonely
demonstrating once more. and all that
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