The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-12-22

cutter, splendidly handled as she was
might still win round the Head by the
But all of a sudden her sails had dropped
and she lay 'ahulr'-helplessly falling N
before the swell
One Of those sudden lulls which often
piecede a fiercer blow had occurred.
That settles fishes a lost vessel now
az any rae tRe old coster muttered vein
Come away, chrissie. darling" her I'M
Gle said, gently. MY poor girl, it's not
rather II If he could speak to you"
Pretty well all L 2. men, l fancy?"
The sobbing girl, who has been staring
seaMaro with ashen face, turns quickly
as the light tones reach her
ShtinE IN his dog-cart. carnation in
ms outtonhole.. and an ivory tield-glass
faction S 81 thfnlS Yelled that the girls
blood bo1lsffn her veinss7
Aye, Pm afreared so. Bin catched in
her, is looking ike a 'urricane to wind
ard, and we-ll have 1t within the hour
G Sbr hielR them h. theyre lost men lin
lndigLation az the occupant of the dog
The latter. brute that he is, twirls his
Weil-WaXed mustache and smiles cyni-
Come away, my poor little grille.
says her uncle again, with wonderful
tenderness in his voice. He has not OBJ
served the cruel smile, and it is we'll
for the old mans heart is big and as stick
as a stout ash plant.
As if to wiring poor Chrissie's heart,
as they turn she sees the little Myostis
where she lies snug and safe by the
quay.
shed bump yere Miss, if the wind
wetsers any. So I've got up stream to
SHIFT her" Old Fred speaks for the
husky.
quite impossible to do anything, 1 I'M
derstand? drawls Blakely again.
Chrisstes heart swells at the cold con-
yentional tones, and the blood flames
through her veins.
on the instant, like the fish of an in
spiration, a thought strikes her.
Her color mounts, and her breath
comes quick.
She is on board the launch--she is whis-
pering to Fred in a frenzy of excitement
See the latter shakes his head sadly
at hrst, and throws a hopeless glance
seward; then, as if suddenly infected
fellow all of a sudden starts up and roars
out his catch-cry that They're sartinly
the most poOerfullest hengines that
newer, etc, etc.-and dash, dash, dash),
him if he dont.'
Next moment the N1yosotis, with Chris
sic at the helm, Is racing down the har-
Dor at such speed that a double jet Of
cleaVing bows.
As she approaches the strip of angry
white which marks the bar, speeches.
amazement entrances the ohlookers.
Why, they can't never think Of"
gasps the old coaster. rubbing his eyes.
He pauses, open mOuthed, for even
as he speaks, the launch under the strong
whirl of her screw rushes in among the
breakers which leap and writhe and rave
gulf her.
She is lost to sight now-even the brassy
glitter of her funeral with its white steam
pennon; men hold their breath in the
painful suspense; more than one of the
rough fellows lifts his hat; there are wet
eyes among the group.
When she reappears, and emerging from
the breakers rides sea-bird like on the
long blue swell beyond, a ringing cheer
goes up and many gruff Thank Cod
is heard.
Now soaring on the giddy green nights,
now lost in the yawning depths which
| threaten momently to swallow her, the
tiny rescuer heads straight for the Ga
| risse.
| dropped as last resort, losses helpless
| ly now on the very verge of the belt of
foam which fringes the Dead Hand reef.
But lew moments and she Will be upon
II, driven to wreck by the long heave of
| the sea, even before the theatening storm
has time to burst again.
| But now the launch is alongside her,
has passed line to her; it is hard to make
out what is happening between the heav-
ing, green masses; but another moment
| and the launch glides forth ahead of the
| yacht, and the flame that flashes up
! through the ebony reek of smoke tells
she is putting froth all her strength.
| The old coaster stares, motionless, as a
| statue he has taken marks"
She's DRAWN her-she's drawin' her, by
| - H.
rectly, wild with excitement
| And he is right.
Engines groaing, steam kissing flame
| streaming from the funnel, shudderins
| to her very kelson old Fred, showing like
demon in the red glow of the furnace,
| the gallant little Myosotis FORCES ahead,
| winning her way, inch by inch, seward.
One clear mile or so to windward from
| the position she presently has attained,
and the splendid task will be done-from
the point the cutter will look round the
! Head toward Farleigh Harbor at the first
! touch of the coming wind
But she will never do it in time; see,
even now the swift-speeding storm is
roars in from the faraway offing.
1t is a race for lifei
| spellbound-the white line of the COM
ing gale the struggling vessels, and the
outline of the Dead Hand Reef still to
The gazing seamen shake their heads
! at last with sad decision. She can never
| ingly.
Even as the words fall fathom-long
tongue " fEme tiuttars out again
Hes chuckin in the parrafin, that's
wot it is! Hurrah Bravo, Fred!' shout
a chorus of voices.
of the boat grows perceptibly faster.
But it is all too late. ALAS
The foam line of the coming wind is
now within a few hundred yards-once
! it strikes the cutter, the LAUGH, powerful
as her little engine are, will not hold
| against ii for a moment
Another moment and it is on them
| and surely the end has come!
But stay. See the Clarsee has hoisted
her canvas-ma insail foresail, and Jill
are set and sheeted home, steel-taunt.
See, she bends over to the gale, which
has now a touch of casting in it. she has
the launch in tow, the white foam dances
from her bows, and yes-no-yes-"Hur
rah, boysl hurrah she looks right clear
of the Head"
| Cheer after cheer goes up, caps are
flung in the air, Madeline. .weeps hyster-
icaliy and Uncle George hurries about
| apparently bent on shaking hands with
every man, woman and child in Langley
| Three hours later wire from Far
leigh tells of their safe arrival in that
| port
one word more.
Among the crowd on the quay had
stood the ruffian who had inveigled the
signelman. into drink and drugged him.
But Bill Muggins had been sailor in
his time and the sight of the deed OF
splendid heroism of this second Grace
Darling had stirred even his pulses into
enthusiasm.
That night he proclaimed. waving his
pewter in the Anchor, that that there
Young woman wur the glOriousest young