The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1900-07-09

coop, putting on her hat in a rakish cock
as she came to Hardy.
Slept well?' said he.
Soundly," she answered.
Your watch has not yet come round,
he exclaimed. You can turn in for half
an hour if you like"
I am wide awake-oh, do you see that
ship? and she pointed as though Hardy
was a little child.
Shes not ship, but a brig" answer
ed Hardy, and I've watched her grow
Ing whilst you've been sleeping"
Shall I take the wheel, dear" asked
Julia
Not until she has gone by" replied
Hardy Supposing she would port her
helm? What would you do?"
Julia reflected and said:
II don't know Run into her perhaps.
It Is daylight, George, and there is no
green eye to wink at me-
She went to the side to look at the
brig, and again Hardy admired her fig
ure with so much freshness of delight you
might have sworn that he had never ad-
mired 1t before. 1t is a good thing then
to have good figure; but let it be real,
for have known love to go to pieces on
witnessing the figure pulled to pieces. 1
have heard of a man who apologized for
not attending a dinner party by saying
that his figure had caught fire whilst air.
ing over the crate
Just when it was 4 o'clock the little
brig was almost abreast, and though she
was without royal yards she made on
the whole a seemly figure with her white
deck house aft, the flash of foam at her
wet green side, the slow dip of the bow,
| hitting again with cascading headboards.
She showed no color. neither did Hardy.
Two men watched the York between the
rail and the deck house, and Hardy saw
inquire or two on the forecastIe and one
man crawling up the foreshrouds
She Is foreigner said Hardy. Sees
| we are English, and does not know how
to talk to US. So much the better They
| are sure to be out in their reckoning,
| and 7 hate to tell Frenchman where he
| is. For wherever he is, he's in the wrong
| place, unless he's in France, and yonder
brig is French, I swear"
The two vessels were passing each
| other dunbly like two men in the street,
| who do not smile when they meet, but
| look the other way
| Scarcely had Hardy ceased to speak
when the little figure that was crawling
! up the briggs fore-rigging fell overheard.
| 1t was like throwing a doll out of window.
fhen you saw that Hardy was right
when he called her a Frenchman A
number Of heads rolled to and fro in wild
haste ard disorder along the bulwark
Y.
! A figure in mad pantomine seemed to
| whirl with the wheel, man flung life
| buoy into the water, and the brig came
! round all abaek, staggering, stupid and
| bobbing like an OLD woman who has just
| been picked up out of the mud and drops
! curtseys in gratitude.
They'll lose that man. shouted
| Hardy. why in ruin don't they get a
| boat over?'
Can you see him." shrieked Julia
Hold the dog! yelled Hardy, and In
minute Julia, whose swiftness of per-
ception and realization was her true V.
| G. certificate of the sea life, had grasped
the dog about the neck, and was holding
| on to the noble creature Tor dear life.
No! Fle was not to be permitted to leap
! overheard after the man; the man might
| have sunk before the dog could reach
| him. Was the well beloved Sailor to be
left swimming whilst the Frenchman
| sailed on? How could Hardy have res
eued the fine creature?
Drag him to the companion and close
| the doors against him." said Hardy
! And the dog, always obedient, allowed
| the girl to have her way, and she closed
| the doors as ordered.
She. came painting to Hardy's side and
together they watched the tragedy. \
! boat slowly sank from the briggs side
She went down a cock-bill; stern first,
! owing to the men on deck Stacking away
| the after falls too rapidly. the reCple
in the boat tumbled aft and grasped one
another and the thwarts to save Their
| lives.
Cant You hear them swearing?" said
Hardy, laughing pitifully. 800.
i In trying co see the. mans head
said Julia.
He is a dead-and-gone man. said
| Hardy. Why do Frcnchmen go to sea?"
Presently the boat was water-horne;
/ the York was sailing slowly; the brig had
! come to a. stand and Hardy and Julia
would remain within cyeshot to the end.
Certain oars began to founder at the
boats side; there was much splashlng
and coruscation Of brine. On board the
York they could not hear them shouting
but that they were shouting both In the
boat and on the brig you could have
sWorr, By the animation and gestures of
the figures. The boat carue to a halt and
all the people in her stood up and looked
about them. l think they We're six men
i've oars and a Loaf steerer; for they OIL
ways go in plenty do the. French at sea;
witness their lubberly black smacks
| often oYercrowded with men and women
That's where he was last SEEN" said
Hardy, land the poor devils gone I'M
| der
He asked Julia to hold the wheel. ana
swept the space at sea about the boat
with the telescope, but saw nothing like
Il man S Q6dQ.
Going aloft with a coil of line round
his neck and q heavy marlin-spike, sea-
boots and a bucket of tar over his shout
Ger, said Hardy. Thus equipped a man
must die, and they have lowered that boat
to see if he made a hole in the water and
how big it was
Julia was trembling a little; the thought
of the drowning man made her feel sick
and the sensa lions of that hour when the
men alongside the derelict were drown
ing in each others arms, with another
man gone, visited her afresh with a feel
ing of faintness.
Gradually the York widened the distance
between the two vessels and Hardy gazed
with every instinct in him pulsing in
passion to save. But what could he do?
| What could he have done? And the an
swer soothed him. He turned to Julia and
| saw that she was looking very white: in
stantly understanding he opened one of
the companion doors, closed it after him
to keep the dog under deck, and returned
with some brandy.
"There!' said he.
And as she was an obedient girl and
loved him she swallowed the nip and il
| did her good. BY this time the boat had
] given up and was returning in a foun-
dering way to the bobbing brig do not
know how it is aboard French ships, but
aboard an English merchant ship, when a
sailor goes overheard and is drowned
nothing signs for him but the bubble that
| explodes over his wet grave. ITO work
hard, fare hard live hard, and then go to
hell after all would be hard indeed.' This
is an old sea phrase, and Bits sympathy