The Press., 1894-01-18

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 to seize me that something terrible was near. Of course the voice in the armory ascribed to overwrought imagination, and the excited condition was in led to it. When the day had dawned, went down to our little pier. Our yacht lay at the wharf placed a box in pri-. vate compartment, of which had the key, and during the day brought down and placed in it the jewels and coin. As evening came on l had Pedro and Manuel bring down some of my wifes trunks and my own, and l told Pedro that we should leave him in possession for a time. but that 1 would give him his instructions in Coquombo. When we had everything aboard, noticed that the water seemed a foot higher on the pier than 1 had ever seen it before, and remarked it to Pedro.
 "Yes, senor,' said he, the sea is high. The white caps are dancing dirge to my good old master. l never saw the waves run as high before. A storm must be brewing. Here between the island and the mainland it is not so bad, but once we run below the is- land, where the full strength of the white caps will reach us, fear for the yacht. And, senor, if the senorita and little don go, beg you stay yet till an- other day."
 Well, we will wait till 6 o'clock, Pedro, and if by that time it is not less rough we will not go tonight. As the time passed the sea seemed to run higher. l could not expose my wife and child to it's fury and reluctantly said: "Pedro, we will go tomorrow, but you and Manuel must remain aboard the yacht tonight. Do not leave it on any account. 1 will send Juan with your supper.
 "Yes, senor.
 And l knew he would never forsake his post.
 When returned to the lonely castle prison it seemed to me now-I found Coreta, my boy and Aralda, the maid, ready, and when l told my wife that we could not go till another day tears came into her eyes.
 ''Oh, Claud. feel as you do-that we must go."
 "A few hours,' said 1, "can make no difference. cannot trust your lives to this tempestuous sea-.
 So Aralda brought our tea to our room, and we retired early, as we had slept but little for several nights, and fatigue had had it's effects. We were soon sound asleep. How long we had slept know not, but when awoke it was with a feeling of alarm.
 What was the sound heard? It was as of the waves of the ocean dashing with irresistible force at my very feet. rushed to the window. It was a beautiful moonlight night. raised the curtain. One glance caused my heart to stand still. The waves of the restless sea were dashing against the walls of the castle, and as each succeeding one came on it seemed to shake the old structure to it's founda- tion. Before me was nothing but a vast expanse of water. of hungry, dash ing waves. Not shrub not a powder. We were being swallowed up by the briny deepl
 "Coreta. darling wife, we are lost! Oh, God, my boy!"
 What, Claud? Oh, Claud!'
 Dearest, the sea has risen in it's might. Don Ignace's vision has proved true. We are too late!"
 Her arms were around my neck. Darling, we can die together-you and 1 and our boy, our boy. 0 God, must it be2'
 "Quick, dearest, dress yourself and Ignace too. Do not leave the room! will see if there be yet chance.
 Rushing through the hall, called Aralda and sent her to her mistress and then rushed down the stairs. Before knew it was waist deep in water. The roar of the waves as they struck the house were deafening. could not open the front door. It would have been useless. The windows, where not pro tected by iron shutters, were dashed in. Nothing to do but to return and die by my wife and boy. Back, up the stairs again 1 rushed, Coreta and her maid were kneeling on the floor praying.
 Darling, we are lost! No hope, no