Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1894-06-22
OUT OF THE STORM.

across the ocean, flashing the mighty
pillows into fury and hurting them
with thundcrous roar upon the shore.
And far out at sea shines the light
from that grand old tower which has
brayed Il thousand storms. However
furiously the huge seas dash mt IL, leap
ing madly TO its very summit, shaking
its rocky foundation, still that light
shines brightly from Eddystone'S
tower.
But upon this stormy night, though
the light reveals the peril, vessel is
striving in vain to avoid the jagged
rocks; while each moment the light
grows more hopeless. The group OF
fishermen watching upon the shore
know that her death is very near,
though they are powerlesS to aid. On
ward she is hurled toward the rocks,
round which the sea is a seething mass
of foam; then she is still; the waves
leap madly over her, crushing her 10
pieces in their fury.
Even when the night has grown too
dark to see the vessel, the fishermen
remain gazing across the stormy sea
as the tide rolls up the channel. When
day dawnS and every eye is turned
To the spot where the vessel struck,
she Is no longer there.
And all through the day the wreck
age ia washed ashore; then they learn
the vessels name and hasten with the
news TO the rector. Tie old mans
heart is filled with sadness as he seeks
his daughter TO break the Jews TO her;
he breads to cause his beautiful child
pain, yet he knows how great her
grief must be. For upon that vessel
her afianced husband was coming
homo 20 claim his fair young bride.
My poor little Mabel" the old man
said. with tears in his eyes at his
child's wild grief. Herbert may have
escaped Have faith my darling. All
will come right. Indeed 1t will, poor
little Mabel. There is hope
There is none, papa, for me. Oh,
why did he make me love him 500 Is
It wicked to love any one so dearly?
"Assurcdly not. Mabel. If the worst
has happened, remember this life is
very short. 1t is the other life we
should consider"
"Ob. papa. How can l think like
you? You are good; but ! am wicked.
lie is lost TO me and my life is ended.
/ have nothing left in all the drcary
world"
| 81 hoped you loved me, darling" the
old man said in n low, troubled voice
) But then l am not much to you. l
fear / may not have quite fulfilled
your dear mothers trust
"Oh, papa" cried Mabel, finging her
arms round her fathers neck, and
sobbing on his bosom. while he kissed
her golden head. Dear dear papa,
forgive me. / love you better than my
life. But / loved him better than my
soul: and now he is taken from me-"
Days passed by and the sea gave up
her dead; but no living came TO recount
the terrors Of that stormy night, when
, the great ship sunk TO her grave. 1t
, was but another spot ON the wreck
| chart.
Still the old rector hoped and tried
10 instil his faith in his daughters
breast But day by day poor Mabel
would wander 10y the sea shore with n
look OF such deep misery in her beau
tiful blue eyes that her father scarcely
! dared to meet that sorrowful gaze.
And every wave that burst in silvcry
, spray uDon the shore sent shock OF
, agony through her breast; for she knew
her darling lay beneath those glittering
waters.
The air is hot and sultry. The sun
streams down with n power never felt
I'm England. Many men and women
} stand by the harbor watching the
great vessel sneed on her voyage to
the other side of the world; and many
women are weeping. though God
knows they will weep more bitterly
when they learn the end Of that voy-
age.
Suddenly the crowd is parted and q
young man daShes up, followed by Il
man-servant carrying a portmanteau;
look of despair is upon the young
, mans handsome face as he gazeS al
the vessel speeding on her way.
Sure now" observed the man-ser-
want flinging the trunk down and seat
! ing himself upon it and gazing com
placcnty mt the departing vessel. your
honors 4 grand runner, entoirely. II
we hadn't just missed that blooming
boat we would have caught it 10 4
. certainty"
Il; II is q very certain thing that when
n man is angry il is imperative nc
, should have some one to vent his rage
, upon. The young man could scarcely
vent his spleen upon the ladies who
were looking ut him compassionately
1 for he was very handsome, so he turn
T. ed on his servant.
. IF You joke about It, Pat, I'll fins
e you into the water" he cried, savagely
I. "Surc. now. that would be n blessing
1 q ttircly: If the ladies woul1 only jus
4 los me take off few of me clothes
Golly. it's hot. There's one cOnsola
ton, your honor. If we've Miss al thu
q blooming boat. and it looks rs though
L we had. wen be in plenty Of time TO
a the next--the next boat amt gone
e ana chance il"
The ladies laughed. The young maj
:, looked very angry. Taking ciga
? from his pocket he mechanically Lighted
!. II: then us the full force Of his dis
: appointment fell upon him he savagel.
flung the cigar on the ground and Fat
: picking it up. smoked it while he gaze'
: serencly ut his master.
:, II don't believe you would care if yo'
!, were going to be hanged tomorrow,
1 cried the young man angrily.
; "Sure now, ii would save the bury
d ing. Mr.. Herbert. There was a GOV
; telling me yesterday that the mail boa