The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1905-10-22

| meath her seemed TO feel anxious ami
| bewildered
The storm in the west, rising, fiuns
lis black battalions wide across tht
| sky until they dominated the universe
a strange underIight, q light neither o.
the earth nor of the heavens, filed tn.
night cavity between black. swinging
sky and black. swinging ocean a
/ gust, trailing the tips Of lis wings
| along the face Of the waters, few al
the boat ike & fury, and spun IT round
and round
On a sudden the girl beheld a won
drous sight She 1eapt 10 her feet and
burst forth into one wild cry.
From the valley of the sea there
heaved 10 the top Of a roller, as II
7 about 10 Iaaa fight into the sky, a full
/ rugged ship Along the slender, dark
yards that lined the white Of the can
vas sailors hauled Justify, taking ia
sal that tapped Wild protests at every
| Heave-no. The mighty ship seem
ed 10 see the storm ewooping down
upon her, ard she trembled and pitch
ID Ike an antelope that scents split
blood- Etched against the black back
ground OF cloud, she poised there. q
glorious creation.
After her first burst Of surprise.
Jean stood IN silence for some mo-
ments. watching the riot Of activity
aboard, then she snafched Of her shawl
and swung 4 hystericaliy round and
round her head. A needless signal.
Long ago those aboard the good ship
Boston Girl had made out the derelict
boat. and already the second mate and
his boats crew stood by 10 lower away
al tbs first sign Of life from those
huddled figures. Behind glowed the
storm that must soon burst: the mate
and his men took their lives in their
hands when they dropped into the small
boat, and made that dash for the cast
always
Jump, my girl; jump lively" shout
ed the mate; holding out his arms
Like fash Jeans foot spurned the
gunwale Of the fishing boat. and hurt
ling through the air she flung her
arms around the mates neck. pressing
her little face deep into the weather
beaten cheek He Ienderly released her
grasp, and SET her down.
Now then, sir, come on.'' he bawl-
ed 70 the aged Highlander
Dugald McVenneI stirred neither
hand nor foot His crouch and his stare
were as If nothing was happening.
There's not an instant to lose"
shouted the mate, imperatively.
Is ne alive, think YEP asked one
Of the sailors.
Touch him with your oar" com
n1anded the mate.
At the touch DugaId Mcvennei 1eapt
70 MS feet. and lowered over them.
he snarellsd ND q huge boathook ana
dealt nUrderous but instructed
blow az the sailor Then prodding the
hook into the side Of the ships boat
with heave, he shot the two crafts
wide apart
I'm for America he shouted.
Hands Of, ye that would lay hands On
ne, or maybe it'll be the worse for
ye- In for America and not one OF
ye can stay me. It's my son that I
go 70, and I go my own way"
4 mountain bilIow lifted the fishing
boat toward the threatening sky. to
the crest OF z slope which the sailors
struggled IN vain 70 ascend. Than II
broke into z torrent Of ferce-b blown
spray that cbscured their vision ike
q curtain
As they swung Jean over thu bull
EFarks the spud and spIndrift OF the
stern, leaping the opposite OF the ship.
struck her fun IN The face. Each ropa
and cord raised a fierce shout, like
blown hautboy. The great ship wres-
tied with the throttling storm.
Jean cast EiId glance round for
sight O. the fishing boat She saw
nothing but 3 chaos Of wfud-Iashei
va trs and 7lnd-carded cloud