Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-07-31

where Louisa was pointing with out
stretched hand. There was a ship with
In half mile OF Us, steering eastward
under a pile Of canvas, but it was posi-
Bile that she might pass without seeing
US, as we were somewhat out OF her
track, and her lookouts would observe
ahead rather than abeam. But she
would pass under my lee, and had the
chances in my favor if 1 could make
noise enough.
Grasping the long speaking trumpet,
which still reposed in Its beckett just
under the companion slide, l summoned
all my power of lungs and sent down to
leeward blast which astonished my
self as well as my companion.
thought she approved my decision
to wait one more night at least before
embarking, and, as we again talked to-
gether before retiring, and thanked me
for what she called my tender considera-
ton of her, and, frankly giving me her
hand for the first time, told me she had
presentment Of our final safety.
rested a moment and then repeated
ii.
L COulu STE SIX III illLiHE
and fluttering, and presently the ship
kept hard full again; but the report
OF gun and the sight of signal Ian
tern assured me that we had been no.
ticed.
1--WE are savedr' said I, thanks to
my good angel, who has watched over
me while l slept. The ship will make
short tack to fetch TO windward Of us,
and the help will be at hand. But how
is your father? viii the news of rescue
rouse him up. do you think?"
II fear not, she said in whisper.
"It is nearly over with him."
| stood reverently aside while she
bent over the old man and tenderly
lifted his head.
Father, do you hear? There is help
at hand. Come-cheer up"
But no word came in response. One
arm was raised and passed over her neck
as she bent her face close TO his. And
thus they remained; but no word was
spoken.
Half an hour later the lifeless form
of Mr.. Armstrong was tenderly lifted
by strong arms and passed into the boat
that bore his only child and myself to
the Cambria, packet ship, bound FROM
New York to Liverpool.
There is no need TO relate In detail
how the next day we stood with uncov-
cred heads as chief mourners at the
ocean burial, or how or at what moment
we first spoke together Of love and mar
rage. Indeed, we hardly knew our
selves, for our affection had grown
insensibly, and already we seemed TO
understand each other. After what we
had passed through together, 1t seemed
the most natural thing in the world for
her TO look TO me always as her pro-
tector.
Mr. Armstrong had no near relatives
in America, but had business acquaint-
ances in Liverpool, and funds on deposit
there so that Louisa was well provided
for as soon as we arrived. But On the
return voyage the Cambria brought us
both as passengers joined In the life
long bonds which man may not put
asunder.
The quarter boat of the Scarborough
had been picked up within two-days
after our shipwreck, bottom up, with
hole stove in her bows, as If she had
struck a rock. There can be no doubt
that, while running under sail, proba-
bly, during the same night she left the
ship. she came in contact with ice, prob
ably fragment of the same great berg,
filled, sank and rolled over. The seven
men in her had miserably persisted, and
the bag OF gold for which the mate had
bartered his soul went to the bottom OF
the Atlantic.
The four men in the jollyboat who
had been basely deserted by Digby as
soon as he made sail in the larger boat,
were all rescued and brought TO Hall
fax by an inward bound vessel.-Mdgd-
oinc Of Short Stories.