St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1910-04-16

better not go out for supper, Miss
Ritchdon-you might blow away; sup
per's all ready, we have it at half after
five, summer n winter. Seems like the
middle of the afternoon, this time Of
year."
Miss Ritchdon, nothing loath, took a
seat at the hcspitable table, shivering
little at every howl of the wind as it
ratified the windows on the eastward
side.
Its dry storm" went on the cap
tain, and his voice had a suggestion Of
the quarter deck "Therell be some
wrecks before tomorrow morning If
this wind holds, and there amt no
sign OF its dropping. Scott" he ex-
claimed, as the door burst open and
the wind sent the Harmerston Weekly
flying about the room. Bear hand
lively. Persis! And you, Miss Ritch-
don, catch hold and shove! We've got
to get the door to or the winders will
blow out, and then where1l we be?"
There came a moments lull and the
three pushed the door shut, while
Capt. Clates hurriedly showed heavy
chest against it and wiped his fore
head. Dent recollect that ever hap
pened beforehand summer, tool" he
exclaimed. Guess folks will stay in
doors tonight" He stopped and
seemed to listen. "Hark!" he whis-
pered. The bells ringing on the life
saving station. There's vessel in dis
tress-maybe it's a wreck"
Miss Ritchdon sprang to her feet.
"Oh! l can't sit here!" she cried.
Cant go out-out where can see
for myself?"
The captain regarded her with dis
favor We'll, don't see why any SEN
sible girl" he began, protestingly, but
look from his wife checked him.
"Er-well. if you're set on it. Miss
Ritchdon. / s'pose I can manage it,
but it'll be pretty hard beat to wind.
ard. You get into your sweater-a
shawls no good-a hat? Ny, all the
hatpins you could stick in wouldn't
hold it on! Put on a hood and tie it
tight, too. Well go out the back
door,"
The Two struggled down to bluff
commanding the harbor, buffeted by
the wind that tugged at Miss Rttch-
don's skirts, as If seeking to hold her
back. The sea was pounding on the
rocks below them, and its foam few
high, shifting them with sudden on
slaught of spray at every fercer gust.
Capt Clates drew the girl behind a
projecting shoulder of rock. That's
a mite letter." he painted. Where's
the boat?" he inquired of a bystander.
There she is-just outside, big
schooner-yacht."
Capt. Clates shook his head She'll
never make it in this gale. Jack; she
can't clear the point"
Guess you're right, captain" re-
Joined Jack Somers, deferentially.
A hoarse shout came from the
shingly beach below them as the life
saving crew made its appearance
dragging mortar into position. while
a crowd Oh hardy sailors, more burly
than ever in their sou'westers and
cork belts, showed the lifeboat into a
welter of foam, scrambling aboard at
the last moment to send their boat
seward with mighty car strokes.
ANY notion whose yacht it is?"
queried Capt. Clates.
They say it's that feller's who went
off on cruise two weeks back
name s Kenton," Somers responded
"Ah!" lola Ritchdon's voice went
out in a sharp cry. Godfrey Kenton
was my friend-my lover"
My pity and grief" muttered Capt.
Clates, turing toward the girl who
covered by his side.
Somers gave sudden shout Of con-
sternation. Whats that blamed idiot
up to, anyway" he cried excitedly.
He couldn't beat to wind'ard long
enough on the old, tack to make the
channel, and now he's fell off and
a-running before the wind into shoal
water!"
Miss Ritchdon felt a hand laid gen.
thy upon he; shoulder and, looking up,
she saw Rosetta Prent's face, no
longer anxious, with wandering gaze,
but calm and confident.
Don't BE- afraid, deary!" The voice
was full, sweet and compelling. Its
Steve that's steering that yacht. He
was the only one in the whole feet
that knew the harbor we'll enough to
dare to take his schooner through
Half Tide Cut, where that yacht is
coming in. Steve's a-coming home to
me-"
she can't make it," cried Somers.
despairlngly, but even as he spoke the
close-reefet- yacht scudded in before
the wind with scarcely foot to spare
between her hull and the angry reefs
to leeward and, racing defiantly to her
lowered her sails and let go
her anchor, while the lifeboat men
pulled Alongside with a cheer.
Two men slid from the pitching
deck of the yacht into the lifeboat.
which came bounding landward over
the tossing waves.
"Geoffrey!" cried Miss Ritchdon, as
a bronzed young fellow dashed up the
long fight of wooden stairs to catch
both her hands in his; but no word
came from Rosetta Prent's lips as she
went quietly to the grizzled man who
followed him She laid her head upon
his breast.
GoIdsmitl1's Old Home.
Acting on a suggestion by Dean
Kelly of st. Peters Athlone, the West
meath county council have decided to
preserve the old home of Oliver Gold
smith at Lissoy from further decay.
Opposite it's gate," the dean wrote,
"is the ancient fort of Liss, of which