Daily press. [volume] (Newport News, Va.) 1896-current, 1908-12-20

| save my Leon" The awful solemnity
OF the scene touched their rough
hearts. and hats were doffed. and
heads bowed. as the young wife prayed
to her God In that living gale.
And then. a. II in mockery OF all
things human. a mighty wave. might
Ter than any OF its fellows, and fol
lowing In the wake Of two scarcely
less mighty. broke over the Bretagne.
and buried her beneath its many tons
Of fOamlashed water. The vessel
swayed. trembled and disappeared be-
fore their very eyes.
Two men were holding Marie now.
Il will 90 to him! He is calling me-"
she shrieked. 20. God! will no one
save him."
The bronzed faces Of the fisher-folk
were turned away each from the other.
The salt spray was on their boards.
but in their eyes was that Of which
they were ashamed
Then they led her back to the house.
the little house that Leon had taken
her to only a few weeks ago. And
two OF them watched into the gray Of
the morning. for meath oil skins the
fishers hearts are warm.
That was the third night and still
she slept not. The storm was dying
now, and moaning, together they
passed away-the fury of grief and the
rage OF the STORM. And for that day.
and for many days the great grief had
broken her mind
Storm and sunshine, day in aud
day out, she sat down on the beach.
| and questioned the passers as to how
many days to Christmas till her Leon
would come home; for had he not
said that he would come at Christ
mas at the glad time OF the year, and
was not his word as the law among
the fisher-folk, it was so true? And
did she not pray every night to the
| Holy Mother to intercede for her. and
| bring her Leon home? And the
masses that had been said for Leon.
were they not to bring him home.
] too?
Poor little Marie. her mind. which
was like unto a child's. could not I'M
derstaud that the mass which Father
Dupre had said, had been to take him
to that other home; for the good ia
Their had said mass for the repose Of
the souls of the men lying out there
in lie Bretagne.
And then a wonderful thing hap
| pened. Many days after. at the time
| CT Christmas, again the cry Of LIE
Bretagne rang through the streets Of
| Arichat: and again was there much Of
horror in the cry. for though the sea
was calm now. there was LIE Bretagne
slowly sailing into port: and was not
lie Bretagne at the bottom OF the sea,
and all hands drowned?
Small wonder that the Drowned
faces were blanched now, as the
fisher-folk lined up on the sand, as
they had on that day two moons be-
fore.
What sorcery is this?e they asked
each other. 1t was La Bretagne. they
know her as they knew their own
houses. Spirit hands were sailing her.
for ON her decks no one moved.
A solemn hush settled down upon
them: few spoke. and when they did
it was with bated breath. What evil
was this, for good 1t could not be.
Twas Marie who had first seen the
ship. Had her prayers worked this
magic?
Nearer and nearer the dread ship
came, until but short way out from
the shore she stopped. and swung to
an anchor. Invisible hands had an
chored her, for there was the cable
right enough, running out from her
bow, as she lifted lazily to the long
ground swell.
Take me to my Leon" Marie plead
ed of the awe-struck fishermen, he is
calling me. Do you not see that his
boats are washed away"
Shamed by the presence Of the wom-
en-. four stout fishermen brought up
boat, and. taking Marie with them.
rowed OF to the ship that was like a
phantom.
| Stay with US, ma petite annie" the
fisherwomen pleaded with Marie. AS
we'll had they striven to check the
, ways Of the wind.
How silent the ship was as the boat
giided under her stern: Not a sound.
not a voice: no movement, only the
lap. lap. lap Of the waters against her
wooden sides.
The men crossed themselves as Du-
mont. the bravest fisherman in all
Arichat. rose up. and. with blanched
checks. caught his boat hook in lie
Bretagne's rail.
How low she was in the water: as
they stood up in their boat they could
! see across her deck-not across did
they see. for half way they saw some
thing which caused them to shudder.
and beg Of little Marie to stop in the