News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1894-03-22

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What is this trickling under the door
of our room? Water, water of the
oceanl
"Coreta, Coreta, our time has comet
See, see, the carpet is coveredl What's
that? What s that? A shadow in front
of the Window
"Senor ClaudI Senior Claudp'
THANK Godl Thank Godl Faithful
Pedro and the yacht at the window
ledge"
They dash in the sash and grapple
with their hooks.
Haste, haste, senorr'
"Savedl Savedl Coreta, we are
savedI"
We are soon in the yacht-Coreta,
my boy, the maid and my dear wife
fainting in my arms. The yacht is
showed clear of the castle walls, her
sails fill, and we are off for Coquombo
Faithful Pedrol He and Manuel were
doing in the cabin when they were
startled by tremendous lurching of
the yacht. They rushed on deck to find
that she had broken the fastening that
held her to the pier and was drifting
out to sea.
"Senor Gland" said Pedro, 1.-THE sea
had risen SO high that the pier was
many feet below the yacht, and only
for its breaking loose we would have
been deep down under the water.
1--WE speedily hoisted sail, when to
my amazement | saw the gray walls
of the castle in the distance with the
waves dashing against them. We had
drifted past the castle. Then | real
lied that instead of drifting towcrd the
mainland We mad drifted across the
! island, past the castle and out to sea.
1 knew not if you were lost, but after
time the sea seemed not so rough, and
ran the yacht to the chamber win
dow. You know the rest. The sea in
its might has risen in a night and swal-
lowed up Chanson. Poor old Chanson|
My dear old masteri Juan and tho lit
tie don's pony-where are theyf Blu
look, senior, loolSf'
| We Rnzed back in tho direction {
| Chanson. Only tho towering chimney
: and high gables of the old castle met tsou
view, and even as our eyes rested upoi
them they disappeared forever fron
the sight of man. Higher and angrie
Erew the waters. A tremendous wav'
seemed almost to lift us from the bosom
of the deep and hurl us farther ON.
"Chansonl Chansoni My dear ole
grandfather said my dear wife. - Are
you lost forever, or is it but for q
night?" -
"See. Senior Claud, " said Pedro, "the
lights of Coquombo."
What, Pedro2 What2 Coquombol
There, Coquombo, and the coast OF
Chill. and not engulfed beneath the
wavesl l see it all. Coreta, darling,
il was not the rising of the waters that
hid Chanson from view. Our island
home has sunk beneath the sea forever.
The waves of centuries have done their
work. The foundation gradually has
washed from beneath those huge bowl
ders that held the isle together, and II
has sunk to rest. Deep down In the
ocean lies Chanson. There the old cas-
tie. tenantless save by the fishes OF tho
, sea. NAV strive to raise from its watery
bed. 1t is there forever. There Is the olc
armory and there yet on the walls ina
vast array of weapons of other ages VII
hang. never to be removed by human
agencies, but swayed back and forth b,
) the action of the mighty deep. Iher'
Is the vault with the bones of the pirate
t kings. There is dear Don Ignace, the las
of his race indeed, to find restlni
e place meath the soil of his ancestral
5 home. The island and Don Ignace dis
appeared together. There old Martel
r still holds his vigil over the treasur
d chest-the treasure chest? All, II
d emptv. Its millions are in the Golfer
e of the yacht.
d We reach the pier. The waters al
It no higher than usual. My dear wli
sits sobbing by my side, and my boy Ii!
Is sleeping on my knees. We are soon
g the hostelry of Don Miguel.
At dawn of day leave my wife an
a boy sleeping and visit the pier. IL
d thronged with people, all talking wil'
y ly, gesticulating and gazing in the q
Of rection from which should loom up u
st castle walls of Chanson. Naught b'
n a vastexpanse of old ocean meets tine
to gaze. The white caps are dancing me
a. rily over the island of Chanson. On
a once more do gaze in that direcuC
h. and that is when, with wife and DO
r. the maid and faithful Pedro and Ma
ne mel, l stand on the deck of an ocei
steamer whose destination is New Hor
I'll We wave a last farewell to the locall
where once stood Chanson.
The treasure of the pirate kings &c
its with us. Perhaps the curse will Il
ed arise to follow it from the bosom OF
sea.