The Jersey City news., 1902-07-22
Some Good Magazine Reading.

| ed the weird moaning and whistling
| became louder and shriller until it
seemed as If there were living things
lowering around them and shrieking in
/ their ears. 1t was the voice of the
in the rock high over their heads, and
after they had mounted to it Craddock
saw his friend put the lantern down.
| Then his arm was seized in a firm
grasp, and he was led around jutting
! bowlder into the light Of day.
| The wind struck them like q blow
and for a moment forced them back
again, but they held their ground and
presently stood upon ledge formed by
| an indentation which nature had left
/ in the mighty mass, with the summit
of the Devils Nose scarce three faith
oms above their heads.
The view was grand and awful. The
storm was at its height. Black clouds
rushed toward them and above them
| like chargers of hadean host. Seas,
mountain high plume crested with
| white foam. tumbled onward in mad
| expostulation to be shattered against
| the rock on which they stood, which Of
| itself did not even tremble.
| Craddock loved such scenes with not
less passion than his friend, and while
| he stood entranced his arm was seized
again with crushing force, and the
voice of his friend, but family heard
above the tempest, shouted in his ear:
Look yonder, Grad! Look therew
And with his disengaged hand he
pointed straight to windward.
Scarcely mile away and driving to-
! ward them with the speed of loco
motive was a schooner yacht under
bare poles, rolling and pitching and
tossing, now half submerged beneath
! torrents of water that fell upon her
from the pursuing waves and again
appearing like helpless chip upon the
summit of an angry sea.
She seemed to besmaking straight for
the Devils Nose. Upon her deck
dozen forms were visible, lashed to
their places to prevent being swept
away by wind and water.
AS she drove onward, nearer and
nearer, Craddock's companion again
shouted in his ear:
Il know her, Grad 1t is the favorite
yacht Of the Princess Charlotte of Den
aboard it now. She loves the sea as
we love it, Grad, and-look, for Gods
sake, lookp' He pointed with his dis
engaged hand, and Craddock saw the
figure of woman wrapped in cork
jacket, lashed to the pinnacle Of the
beleaguered yacht, which was now not
more than thirty fathoms from the
rock.
At the very instant that the two men
discovered her mighty wave rolled
up over the stern and broke in midair,
overwhelming the yacht with a flood of
water that crushed and made a wreck
of her before their eyes.
For two seconds they gazed spell
bound upon the scene, and then, with
out word of warning or intention,
Craddock's companion leaped upward
and outward and plunged head down
ward to the water, fifty feet below.
Craddock did not move. He stood as
if petrified, clinging with both hands
to the rock from which the wind seem
ed determined to hurl him, and he gazed
with every faculty concentrated in his
eyes upon the awful scene Of wreckage
! and destruction. The yacht careened
I over, half filled with water, and, sure
ly foundering, was thrown by the vio-
lence of the wave that struck her out
of line with the Devils Nose. and al
most before there was time to realize
the awful thing that had happened she
had passed beyond his view to lee
ward He was dimly conscious that the
binnacIe and wheel and all the after
rigging of the yacht had been torn
loose and swept away in the vortex
and with them had disappeared the
figures of the woman and of the two
men who were lashed to the wheel.
Then almost directly beneath the
spot where he stood, on the crest of a
wave and breasting it with the power
of a giant, he saw his friend. Beyond
him, in the trough of the sea, another
figure appeared. Then both were lost
to view.
There was no sign of excitement in
Craddock's face or manner. He turned
with deliberation, passed around the
jutting rock into the cavern, found the
ships lantern still burning there. made
his way rapidly down and out through
the cleft into the open air, thence hur-
riedly to the waters edge, and in a
moment more he was In the dingey,
sculling rapidly past the sloop toward
the open sea.
When he had reached certain point
beyond which it would have been folly
to have ventured, by artfully working
his oar he held the little craft almost
stationary. while he, standing upright.
shading his eyes with his disengaged
hand, gazed eagerly to windward. lie
seemed also to listen. Presently high
above the roer Of the wind and waters
the strange, weird bar Of yodel song
In minor key came to him. A moment
later he saw the form Of his friend
swimming toward him with powerful
strokes. and clinging to his back, with
her arms around his neck, was the
cork jacketed woman cf the wreck.
White and wan and drenched, yet
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