Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-06-30

1 deadly rocks like a hurricane.
 Talbot, his quarrel forgotten for the 1 moment, ceased firing and stood, with l Iall of the men who could be spared l from their stations, looking aft at the tremendous drama being played. sThe frigate! Look at the frigate She's going to strike, sirr' cried one of the seamen excitedly-old Thompson 1 who had sailed upon her. "See, they see the breakers. Now there go the 1 head yards. It won't do. It's too late My God, she strikes she strikes! I'll have one more shot at her before she l goesY' he shrieked, taking hasty aim over the loaded ieldpiece and touch ing the priming. Aye, and hit too. Hurrah! Hurrah! To Tophet with ye, where ye belong, ye'-
 Silence aft!' shouted Seymour, in a voice of thunder. Keep fast that gun, and another cheer like that and put you in irons, Thompson"
 The water in the. front of the Mel1ish suddenly became darker, the breakers disappeared, the ship was in deep water again; she had the open sea be- fore her and was through the channel
 'FWe are through the pass, sir,'' said Bentley.
 q know it." answered Seymour at last. ."I suppose there is no use beat ing back around the shoal, Bentley ?' he said tentatively.
 t'No, use; no use, and, besides, In this wind we could not do 1t, and, sir, you know nothing will live in such sea. Look at the Englishman now, sir"
 ThO aan%piY1 t17pnnd af laSf yFho frigate was hopeless wreck. All three of her masts had gone by the board; she had run full on the rocky ledge of the shoal at the mouth of the channel The wind had risen until it blew heavy gale; no boat, no human being, could live in such sea. The waters rushed over her at every sweep, and she was fast breaking up before them. Night had fallen, and darkness at last enshrouded her as she faded out of view. A drop of snow fell lightly upon the cold cheek of the young sail or and the men gazed into the night in silence, appalled, by the awful catas- trophe. Bentley, understanding it all laid his hand lightly on Seymours arm, saying softly: {.
 
 mizzen topsail and the fore and main topsaiIs. The spars are buckling fear fully. She can't stand much more"
 "Oh, Bentley" he said with sob, and then, mastering himself, he gave the necessary orders to clear away the wreck and take in the other sails and close reef the topsails, in order to put the ship in proper trim for the rising storm; after which, the wind now per mitting, the ship was headed for Phila- delphia.
 As Seymour turned to go below he came face to face with Talbot. The two men stood gazing at each other in silence.
 "We still have an account to settle, MT. Talbot" he said sternly.
 My God" said Talbot hesitatingly, '.wasn't it awful? How small, Sey- mour, are our quarrels in the face of that!' pointing out into the darkness. ''Such a tremendous catastrophe as that is!''
 Seymour looked at him curiously. The man had not yet fathomed the depth of the catastrophe to him evidently.
 "As for the quarrel,' he continued in a manly, generous way, "I-perhaps was wrong, MT. Seymour. I know I was, but I have loved her all my life. I am sorry spoke so, and beg your pardon. But-won't you tell me about the note now?"
 A great pity for the young man filled Seymours heart in spite of his own sorrow. q loved her too," he said quietly. "The note was sent to me from Gwynn's island, where they were confined had offered myself to her the night of the raid-just before it, in fact-and she accepted me. The note was mine. Where is it3'
 "Oh!" said Talbot softly, lifting his hand to his throat. ,"And loved her, too, and she is yours. Forgive me, Sey- mour; you won her honorably. I was too confident-a fool. The note is gone Into the sea. We cannot quarrel about it now"
 'sThere can be no quarrel between us now, Talbot. She is mine no more than yours. She-she''- He paused, chok- ing She'-
 .'Oh, what is it? Speak, man!' cried Talbot in sudden fear which he could not explain. Philip Wilton had drawn near and was listening eagerly.
 "That ship there-the Radnor, you know-is lost, and all on board of her must have perished long since"
 ''Yes. yes, it's awful! But what of that--what of Katharine?"
 Don't you remember the note7 Colo nel Wilton and she were on the Rad nor.''
 The strain of the last hour had un- dermined the nervous strength of the young soldier. He looked at Seymour, half dazed. 4
 Tt can't be- he murnnured. eWhy did you do it? How eonld youY The world turned black before him. He reeled as if from a blow and would have fallen If Seymour had not caught him, Philip strained his gaze out over the dark water,
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