Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1894-06-21
OUT OF THE STORM.

across the ocean, lashing the mighty
billowe into fury and hurting them
with taunderous roar upon the shore.
And far out at sea shines the light
from that grand old tower which has
brayed thousand storms. However
furioISly the huge seas dash ut 1t, 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 fight
grows moro 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 Il Seething mass
of foam; then she is still; the waves
leap madly over her, crushing her TO
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 lawns and every eye is turned
TO tire spot where the vessel struck,
she il no longer there.
Ana all through the day the wreck
age is washed ashore; then they learn
the vessels name and hasten with the
news to the rector. The old mans
heart is filled with sadness as he seeks
his daughter to break the news to her;
he breads to cause his beautiful child
pain, yet he knows how great her
grief must be. For upon that vessel
her afiianced husband was coming
home to claim his fair young bride.
My poor little Mabel" the old man
said. with tears in his eyes at his
child wild grief. Herbert may have
esca4Ied. Have faith. my darling. All
will rome right. Indeed it will poor
little Mabel. There is hope
There is none, papa, for me- Oh,
why did he make me love him so? Is
it wicked to love any one so dearly"
.AssuredIy not, Mabel. If the worst
has happened, remember this life is
very short. 1t is the other life we
should consider"
"Oh, papa! How can I think like
you? You are good; but l am wicked.
He is lost to me and my life is ended.
l have nothing left in all the dreary
world"
Il hoped you loved me. darling" the
old man said in 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, flinging her
Grms round her fathers neck. an1
sobbing on his bosom, while he kissed
her golden head. Dear, dear papa,
forgive me. l 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 shin sunk to her grave. 1t
was but another spot on the wreck
chart.
Still the old rector hoped and tried
to inStil his faith in his daughter 5
breast. But day by day poor Mabel
would wander by the sea shore with Il
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 silvery
spray upon the shore sent shock OF
agony through her breast; for she knew
her darling lay beneath those glittellng
waters.
The air is hot and sultry. The sun
streams down with power never fell
in England. Many men and women
stand by the harbOr watching tbs
great vessel speed on her voyage &c
the other side of the world; and many
women are weeping. though God
knows they will ween more bitterly
when they learn the end of that vOy
age.
Suddenly the crowd is parted and q
Dung man daSheS up, followed by /;
man-servant carrying a portmanteau
a look of despair is upon the young
mans handsome face as he gaZeS a
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
placently at the departing vessel, 'youl
hOnor's Il grand runner, entoirely. L
we hadn't just missed that blooming
boat we would have caught it to ;
certainty"
1t is a very certain thing that wher
a man is angry it is imperative III
should have some one to vent his rage
upon. The young man could scarcel!
vent his spleen upon the ladies whC
were looking at him compassionately
for he was very handsome, so he turn
ed on his servant
IF you joke about it, Pat, I'll fin!
you into the water" he cried. savageIy
Sure, now. that would be a blessin,
Il tCircly; if the ladies would only jus
lec me take off few Of me clothes
Golly. it's hot. There's one conSOla
ton, your honor. If we'ce miss ID tn
blooming boat. and it looks as though
we had, We'll be in plenty of time 70
the neXt-thC next boat amt gone
and chance it"
The ladies laughed. The young maj
looked very angry. Taking a ciga
from his pocket he mechanically Iighte,
it; then as the full force of his dis
appointment fell upon him he sayagcI,
flung the cigar on the ground and al
picking it up, smoked it while he gazet
Serenely at his master.
Il don't believe you would care if 90
were going to be hanged tomorrow,
cried the young man angrily.
Sure now, it would save the bury
ing, Mr.. Herbert. There was a GOV
telling me yesterday that the mail boa
sails in Il fortnight and that she's bOuI,
to OVprtoEp that old tIIb that has hoo