The Central Glamorgan Gazette, and General, Commercial, and Agricultural Advertiser. — 1888-10-19 (Bridgend, Mid Glamorgan, Wales)

BURTON H.B.111410."  --This despatched, he has little time for thouaht, hut. bolts a hasty meal, and goes doNlin on the 'train to ISipp. He soons discovers there are two more steamtr routes open to him: one from Marse;lles to Ajacrio, and the other from Genoa to Bastin, and by diligence to Bocognano. Tic walks down to the harbour and sees a smart-looking felucca that has just discharged a load of fruit ; asl;s the ca lea in—tt hright Italian sailor—in how long lc, could make the rots to Ajaccio. • "With an ordinary wind, twenty-four hours ; with a fair one, perhaps eighteen." With reasonable luck, this is considerally jtcker than either of the steam lines, whose boats do nut leave for several days, will carry him to his destination. He makes a bargain with the captain to take ltim to Corsica, and asks, "When can you sail?"  "To-morrow morning. " No use; it must be to-night—within the hour." " Impossible !" "Within the half hour and I double your money!" "I weigh anchor in fifteen minutes !" crie,t the captain. And he gets his raved, half-naked enw to work with a will; replacing one or two who are not within reach by a .courie of loiterers on the (BUM  Barnes aids him with allhis might, and baing something of a yachtsman pushes the crew ahead, so that the little vessel is soon under way and heading for Corsica, with every sail that will draw expanded to the light southern breeze. " And now," cries Parnes, "if you put. me into Ajaccio by Thursday afternoon, three times the money promised you, captain, and a doubloon apiece for every man and boy of your crew." inspired by the offer of this man, they call the crazy American, the sailors work with a will, and as the sun rises in the morning a faint blue speck is on the horizon, that the captain tells him is Corsica. But, as the day comes up, the breeze, that has never been very strong, goes down; and soon the light vessel rolls upon the lazy swell of an unrippled see. while the burning Mediterranean sun shines on the white sails that flap against the lateen yards, and the blue speck in the horizon ceases to become larger. All that night Barnes has kept his mind on but one thing; and that was to keep the crew up to their work, so as to get every particle of speed that. was in the felucca out of her. Now that further exertion for the time is useless, he begins to fear what may be the result of all this last miserable day has brought to him. They are taking Enid's brother to the land of the Vcidetta, to murder him; what fate will come to the sister? He knows the spirit and courage of his love; she is no girl to let the brother of her childhood be slain at her side and not do her utmost to save him-perchance dying with him or for him. What if they *kill her too? At this sickening thought his face grows deathly pale; he trembles as he falters to himself, "What, if I have seen the last of her bright face? Could I live without her now ?" and with a groan Barnes sinks upon the deck, and gazitg with bloodshot eyes at that far-off speck of blue upon the shining sea, cries, "On GOD! FOR A LITTLE BREEZE TO CARRY ME TO CORSICA IN Timm r _ .  (To be continued.)