Bisbee daily review., 1908-03-15

ing sword but where the sea light shone still.
 Maxwell strode up and down the sea-frout, watching the storm with sombre eyes. There wild tempest within his own heart, and this dark mood of Natures, this hour when the Storm King was riding his way in terrible majesty upon the seahorxes, with thunder in his right hand and all the winds of heavens in bls left, and with lightning for his seeptre-seemed in tune with his own thoughts.
 He knew the sea, and loved her in all her moods-loved her in her sportive moments, when she beautiful beyond all the majestic and lovely things in world of delights, with the sun flashing on her srbdued waters, shining in thousand hues, slittsrins, throwing aside her smiling, tysaeherous mask, and standing revealed as huge, shifting grave, thfrsting to snguh men beneath her waves, dragging them down into her own green halls. | Suddenly he started and strained hi, eyes | through the blinding rain. Something far oh had caught his gaze-s small boat rocking upon the leaping wsves-snd he remembered with a sudden thrill of terrible joy the man he bad seen enter it not half hour ago-thst man who held his wife's love.
 Exultstion and triumph stirred bis heart. The man was lost. Yet there was hope for himself now. Rose would mourn for time, and he would be very patient with her, gentle to her in her grief until one day she would discover tbat the world still held consolation, and his reward would come. His love would never tire; and such love as his-lasting, unchangng, always at her service-must win woman's heart, however obdurste, when the one whom she had once cared for was dead
 She would bve through hours of pain and sor row that would be vain and useless. Yes; she would grieve, for he realized how loyal she could be-realiEed with sense of yearning pain. And perhars-the doubt came to dash his moments ioy-she might never forget And again if eyeI sine knew that he had stood inactive, hks COW ard watching the man she loved die, before h eyes would she ever forgive? He would have hi own excuse, it was true, for surely it would h' madness for any man to attempt rescue, but his natural courage would keep bim silent be fore her soorn, for conscience would accuse him
 As he stood there on the almost deserted shore strange, fine thoughts of men who had laid dow their lives for one whom the women they hat loved, cared for, flashed through his brain. H, l had known that his courage was something ths had never so far failed him, but he had not i'm sgined that he was the stuff out of which heroe srs fashioned, snd he smiled rather grirnly as b made his way to where group of fishermen wer busy on a granite jetty which served quay and announced to them his intention of going ou in one of their boats.
 There's man out iu the storm in dsnge' I'm going to attempt rescue" He spoke i quite steady tones, his face calm, his eyes uI Ainching One and all they attempted to di susds him. but he shut his to their homel sloquenes and prevailed upon them to let hi1 have the most suitable boat for his purpose. On
 of them would have volunteered to go with hin but the young fellow had mother depender upon him and Maxwell shook his head
 With gloomy fac, vet with pride in his bra cry. they watched ann put off From the fir
 moment when he bent to his the struggle
 mans might against the tempest's began. Bl
 Denison had enormous strength and dogged l
 termination, and besides, very capable in ti P management of boat, so that length by leng' ,e he kept her heading towards that distant objec
 fighting through every inch of that watery wa Is The sea boiled in savage fury around u CT boat like missing serpents; but though he rest
 one oar to bail out the water two or three time Maxwell kept unswerving his course, seemii to defy the waves that strove to su he merge him and the boat together.
 a. Slowly very, slowly, the space between the III and his goal lessened. He quite realized tn by it might be impossible he should ever reach it n- or having succeeded in that, fail to return hor