The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1894-06-16
OUT OF THE STORM.

With fierce gusts the wind sweeps
across the ocean, flashing the mighty
pillows into fury and hurting them
with thunderous roar upon the shore.
And far out at sea shines the light
from that grand old tower which has
braved {; thousand storms. However
furiously the huge seas dash at it, leap
ing madly to its very summit, shaking
it's rocky foundation, still that light
shines brightly from Eddystones
tower.
But upon this stormy night, though
the light reveals the peril, a 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 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 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 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 lie knows how great her
grief must be. For upon that vessel
her atfianced 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
ohild's wild grief. Herbert may have
escaped. Have faith, my darling. All
will come 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?"
''Assuredly not, Mabel. If the worst
has happened, remember this life is
very short. It is the other life we
should consider"
"Oh, papa! How can I think like
you? You are good; but am wicked.
He is lost to me and my life is ended.
1 have nothing left in all the dreary
world"
II hoped you loved me, darling," the
old man said in low, troubled voice.
"But then I am not much to you. I
fear / may not have quite fulfilled
your dear mothers trust.'
"Oh, papa!' cried Mabel, f1inging her
arms round her fathers neck, and
sobbing on his bosom, while he kissed
her golden head. Dear, dear papa,
forgive me. I love you better than my
life. But I 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
to instil his faith in his daughters
breast. But day by day poor Mabel
would wander by the sea shore with
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 silyery
spray upon the shore sent a 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 a power never felt
in England. Many men and women
stand by the harbor watching the
great vessel speed on her voyage to
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 a
young man dashes up, followed by a
man-scrvant carrying a portman teau;
a look Of despair is upon the young
mans handsome face as he gazes at
the vessel speeding on her way.
Sure now" observed the man-ser-
want f1inging the trunk down and seat
ing himself upon it and gazing COM
placently at the departing vessel, your
honors grand runner, entoirely. If
we hadn't just missed that blooming
boat we would have caught it to a
certainty"
It is a very certain thing that when
man is angry it is imperative he
oAAOuAt 1Att z oolllC OlC W Vent Ills rage
upon. The young man could scarcely
vent his spleen upon the ladies who
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 fling
ytu into the WATER" he cried, savagely.
''Sure, now, that would be blessing
81 tcirely; if the ladies would only Just
le- me take off a few of me clothes.
Goly, it's hot. There's one consola-
ton, your honor. If we've missed the
blooming boat, and it looks as though
we had, We'll be in plenty Of time for
the next-the next boat amt gone
and chance it,
The ladies laughed. The young man
looked very angry. Taking a cigar
from his pocket he mechanically lighted
it; then as the full force of his dis
appointment fell upon him he savagely
flung the cigar on the ground and Fat,
picking it up, smoked it while he gazed
serenely at his master.
II don't believe you would care if yo,l
were going to be hanged Tomorrow
cried the young man angrily.
"Sure now, it would save the bury
ing, Mr.. Herbert. There was q cove