The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-01-03
The old marquis laid his hand tenderly

The old marquis laid his hand tenderly
upon her shoulder, striving to calm her.
De Wire had fallen forward and lay mo-
tionless on the rail. Perhaps, happily, he
was dead already. De Kersaint stood I'M
daunted, with folded arms, looking at LIE
These sinking before and with him. The
habit of years had re- established itself.
He was sailor first Of all now. He
would go down with his ship with colors
flying. 49,
Old Jean-Renaud suddenly stepped
upon the rail- He took Anne in his arms.
What was he about to do? The marquis
nodded his head kissed his grand daugh-
ter's hand, and that faithful Breton leaped
with her far out into the black waters.
He would fight for her life. Her hus-
band watched him strike boldly out with
her, and then a wave rolled over them
and they were gone from view. It had all
transpired In a few moments, .. -.
"Starboard the HEINZ" shouted Grafton,
awakening from his daze Of agony. Flow
the headsheets!". 80 - - -h5-..-.l
my God, Captain Grafton!" cried his
first lieutenant, an old and experienced
seaman, what mean you to do?" -
-"rLuff up toward yon ship!" :,
But, sir. we can't do it. Our vessel
is full of water!" -@...,. sz-.:s-
In this wind! We must go off or lose
the ship!'' ~ = ~- :.ts5 ~.
my God, sir. look at the French ship!''
cried another man. .st..-s 4ss - ~ u.
She had been settling evenly, but at last
she went Gown with mighty plunge.
For moment the sea was black
with ~ heads = men struck - out
frantically only to be sucked under IN
the mighty vortex that followed her dis
appearance. The last glimpse Grafton
caught Of the group on the poop deck,
de Kersaint still stood with folded arms
looking forward. The marquis took OFF
his. hat and looked up toward the flag
France! France!' he murrnured He
made a fine end for soldier. The Eng
lish saw it t1uttering on the surface OF
| the water for moment as the mighty
! spars sunk slowly down, and then the
| waves washed over it. The ship was
gone. Not a cheer was heard from the
| English decks; a groan Of horror broke
| from her men, in fact, as they witnessed
this sinister effacement Of ship.
Scarcely a minute had elapsed since
the last broadside was fired, and now &
was over. A few bits of wreckage, few
desperate men clinging to them, perhaps
score out OF eight hundred gallant souls
| who had manned and fought her mo-
ment since-that was all! Grafton gave
1 one agonized glance aft. He thought II
| the darkness he could make out the forms
Of Jean Renaud and his wife in the watel
| drifting on. Another moment and the,
were lost to view.
Have we boat that will swim - hi
cried in despair to the master.
/ mot one is left. at the davits, sir, ;
answered that officer sadly.
Breakers! Breakers ahead!" roare,
one Of the officers forward.
They were right on the Cardinals.
'sUp with the helm! Hard up!'' sl1oute,
Grafton instinctively. But the sluggish
ship steered slowly. For few moment
she held her way toward the rock. The.
4 thought she was doomed also For him
i self Grafton did not care, but for hi
men! They waited in awful apprehension
4 but at last she slowly swung aroun,
and glided by, and peril was escaped
Il Right next to her was the French shi
i LIE Juste, splitting IRE and shot from he
lEuns at the Torbay.