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COLORED SECTION "^= AND JOTTCNAL JTJNIOE. Quibcron Touch WltL HY OWN SHOES J - WILL HOT BORROW l-\OHEY A Romance of the Days When "The Great Lord Hawks" was King of the Sea. By CYRUS TOWNSEND BRADY BOOK VI. "The Great Lord Hawks." CHAPTER XXXIII.Continued. The Battle In the Storm. He was nearing the ship of de Con flans now, approaching to leeward. The spectators, grouped in thousands upon the adjacent shores watching this awful dis play of the powers of nature and the pas sions of men. marked the blue flag of the English admiral closing upon the white flag of the French marshal. But before they joined, the captain of Le Superbe, a fine seventy-gun ship, gallantly inter posed with his smaller vessel between his own captain and the great liner of Sir Edward Hawke, hurling upon her, as his broadside bore, a wild and ineffectual fire. "Now Campbell," said Hawke, quickly, "keep all fast in the batteries until we are right on her. and then pour it in. Aye, open the main-deck ports for a mo ment. I'll throw her up into the wind a little to relieve her heel, and we'll settle this fellow with one blow." In grim silence, therefore, the Royal George closed with Le Superbe, now wreathed and shrouded in smoke and flame from her own guns. "Go below, yourself. Campbell, to the main deck and watch those ports. Let no man Are until I give the order. I will con the ship," said Hawke, at last, as they drew nearer "we will wipe out this one and then for Conflans." They were right abreast now and close aboard of Le Superbe. The huge guns of the Royal George were swinging right and left, converging upon her, the gun captains, burning match in hand, taking long and steady aim. "Stand* by!" the admiral shouted with all his power in a voice heard in every dim recess of the mighty ship beneath him. "Fire!" The very heavens were blastt d by the concussion of the broadside. The Eng lish ship shrank back and shuddered from her own discharge. For a second it seemed as if the wind itself stood still. At close range such a mighty broadside from every.gun on the great three-decker i - was hurled upon the devoted Superbe that she was literally torn to pieces. The heavy shot from the, forty-two-pounders - up the main deck of the Royal * George - ripped through and through r her as if she had been paper. Her masts and spars crashed down, and in the midst of that awful storm she filled /-with water and sank In &.- & turn ft THEs The First of Each Year the Old Folks BaildiBlock Houses, Too, Merely to See Them Fall. ^.n Copyright, 1901, by D. Appleton ft Co. TA- than a minute. There were not twenty people on her who were saved, : catastrophe was so sudden and appalling that the English had neither time nor In clination to cheer. But there was no hesitation on Hawke's part. There were still foemen on the sea. A sheer of the helm brought the English flagship closer to the French. Another second and the two broadsides spoke. Heeling over and over under the tre mendous pressure of the wind, now abeam of them, with their rigging blown out in huge circles to, leeward, the great ships struggled on. The men stood on the wet, slanting decks, the spray beating upon them as they clustered about the guns arid poured shot and shell into each other. But only for a moment was de Conflans left alone with Hawke. The flagship of deBeauffremont ranged along the unengaged side of the Royal George and joined in the action. Other French ships rallied to the support of their commander, and at one time no less than seven of them were firing upon the Royal George. Their very number gave the undaunted Hawke a certain immunity, for they were unable in the midst of the storm to take positions of advantage, and in their excitement they shot badly, dam aging each othera thing which might be said of all the French ships that day ex cept Le Formidable and Le Thesee, per- hapSi It was 5 o'clock now and .quite* dark. But Hawke coolly fought on against the mighty odds, until at last some of his own ships struggled up to succor him. The Revenge and the Montagu came to his as sistance, crashing into the mass of the French surrounding him. Farther away the Union, the Mars, and the Hero, with other ships of Hardy's division, at last within range, opened fire upon the French. But the little conflict continued until the night fell completely, when the French ships turned tail and fled in every direc tion. The magnificent Soleil Royal was a wreck, masts gone, covered with dead and wounded, she little resembled the proud ship of the morning. All that mortal man could do had been done by the English. It was absolutely impossible for Hawke and his command ers to follow the French ships In the dark ness in these waters. The wind was still rising. It was blowing a hurricane now. Hawke at last gave the signal to anchor two guns fired in succession. Some of the ships heard it and obeyed, others did not,-, and beat out to sea again to gain an offing' I and escape the perils of the reefs and less 1 shore. The battle was over, but only the -&A&.1&X3 JUST A S CHILDRE N DO ' . ^4 ' ?*- ja* morning would tell the story of their suc cess and loss. SATURDAY EVENING, JANUARY 3, 1903. CHAPTER XXXIV. The Sinister Effacement of a Ship. Meanwliile. what of Grafton and the Torbay? As we have seen, he had first engaged Le Formidable and poured his broadsides into L'.Heros and Le Magni fique, /and had successfully hammered his way through the French rear until he brought his vessel alongside Le Thesee. De Kersaint.had well and worthily up held his reputation as a skilled seaman and a great fighter upon that day, and all of the advancing British ships bore the marks of his prowess. It so happened that neither Le Thesee nor the Torbay had been materially, injured in their previous fighting, andy it also happened that the chance arrangements of the battle, which, placed them side by side, left them to fight it out unhindered. Never were two ships more fairly and equally matched in size, gun power, crew and captain. Th e Grafton -had no personal animosity toward de Kersaint. On the contrary, he had pursued him as a foeman entirely worthy of his steel. He knew the'tnan, and that he would certainly be found in the thick of the action. He trusted to compel him to strike, in which case he. could at once obtain possession of Anne and that was the guiding hope of his heart. Other captains might be fighting for duty alone, or for the sheer love of the combat, he was swayed by all of these emotions, but he fought for love, toofpr a woman, his wife! i He resolutely put out of his mind the peril she would * in. He had to do?it. To dwell upon it would have unnerved him. Like most men of action, he iras something of a fatalist, and he believed that Providence, which had brought about the present state of affairs would Inevit ably bring them together again happify in the end. He knew that some one hiid to Are upon Le Thesee, and he preferred to do it himself. He reassured himself by thinking that' Anne was stowed iaway safely in the chain lockerswhich was truearid that her peril would not be great. i ' . / At any rate, he found himself it last along Side his desire, but to leeWard, a fact which, though he deplored it/at the time afterward turned out fortunately for him. The leeward ship practicallj| has to await the decision of the weathftr ship, which may attack at pleasure, .hence the advantage of the 'windward position. Tho windward enemy may attack or wait, the leeward must wait or run. j De Kersaint had no idea of recreating, however.._ His national hatred ofJill Eng lishmen had a.t last got itself locafflzed and fcas correspondingly deadly anq bitter. He had learnedindeed, it had een im possible to conceal it from him-t-that his promised bride had been married to Captain - Grafton. He hopjsd and intended to kill the Englishman sometime, perhaps on that day tf battle, and then marry the woman he Ipved, as if that previous marriage had ne rer taken place. Her loss only intensified] his love for her. She did not love him, evidentljr Indeed, she made no secret of her lovs for her husband. What mattered it? Tie passion of the old makes up in intensity and per sistence for the lost opportt nities of youth. The follies of love^th( greatest lollies, that-is, after allare the follies not of youth but of old age! He would have her, anyway, with or without her love, in the end. De Kersaint had sur mised ' that Grafton .would ce tainly be ... A \ f -' f5" IJJI,. ^v" ft'^ft-' upon one of the ships of Hawke's fleet, though upon which one he could not,. of course, determine. The two ships were very close together before they engaged, each reserving his fire for a smashing blow,' and the men on the poop-decks were already clearly visible to each other. Grafton could see the huge form of. de Kersaint standing to leeward, looking at the Torbay as she came up. By his side stood the tall, thin form of. the old marquis, Behind him rose the burly person of faithful Jean-Renaud. They had embarked, as the marquis had declared, then. In order to get a better view of them Grafton sprang up on the rail, and, steadying himself by the back stay, stared hard at the little group on Le Thesee. Where was his' wife, he wondered, with a word of quidk prayer. Anxiety unspeakable filled his soul. At the same moment the . Frenchmen recognized him. The marquis pointed hjm out to de Kersaint. The count flung his hand to heaven in a gesture half of rapture, half of prayer, and shouted an order for Le Thesee to put up her helm and swing toward the Torbay. Joy was in the Breton's heart and savage deter mination. The opportunity he had prayed for was granted him. "He's coming!" cried Grafton to the men of his staff, as he saw the move ment. ''To the batteries, gentlemen! Tell them to be readyBy heaven, he's open ing his main-deck ports in such a sea! We'll not be outdone by him. Arid his is the greater risk. Have our main batteries scaled." He welcomed the attack with a fierce pleasure the distraction S action alone saved him from breaking his. heart. A short space of water and two wooden walls separated him from his wifeso lit tle, yet the water was lashed into mad turbulence by the tempest, and the wooden walls were pierced by a hundred guns ready to sweep him from "the sea. Yet he would have her! Both ships were, of course, heeled to the wind, but Le Thesee, being to wind ward, was forced to fight her lee bat tery and the main deck ports, as she lay over under the furious gale, were so close to the wa.ves that the waters splashed and rippled over the port-sills with every roll. It was recltless trifling with the deadliest of perils, but that he could do so indicated the emotions ani mating the soul of the French captain. Grafton, being to leeward, fought his windward guns, and the inclination of the ship. lifted his' own main-deck battery a little farther above the water. -Still,, his own position was also dangerous in the extreme. Hawke had opened his main-deck ports, but it was in the stiller waters of the bay that he had done so.' Grafton and de Ker saint were yet off the Cardinals, the very roughest, stormiest position In the melee taking place all about them. Their ac tion was madness yet, if the Frenchman did it in his overwhelming .desire to crush the man who had stolen his bride, and now rolled along under his lee, the Englishman could do no less than meet him. Simultaneously the two broadsides roared out. * Again and again, as the ships swept on, they poured a torrent of de struction upon each other from every gun that bore. The firing upon both sides was fast and furious,'but the English, with the advantage of the weather battery, proved the better gunners. Many of the shot from the French ship struck the water and glanced over the English ship, but the steady broadside* frt the Torbay made i.v u / *- deadly havoc on the ^magnificent French liner. Yet her offensive powers seemed undiminished, and she fought on. The Torbay, too, soon began to show evi dences of the terrific pounding she was re ceiving. Both ships were filled with dead and wounded men and were much cut up alow and aloft. Grafton fought to win his wife, to serve his country, to avenge the shattering of the little Boxer five years before, and with no bitterness in his heart. De Kersaint fought not only for the honor of France, but with a jealous rage in his heart to kill the man who stood between him and his hopes. Neither would be denied. They drew nearer to each other. De Kersaint resolved to resort to a coup de main. Grafton also at last made up his mind that he would have to carry the opposing ship by boarding, which was quite in conso nance with his desire. He had even gone so far as to call his boarders away, when a sudden squall struck the two ships. For1 the moment the wind blew a hurricane The two vessels heeled suddenly under the terrific impact, going over and ocer under the Irresistible pressure until they lay al most upon their beam-ends. De Kersaint put the helm of Le Thesee hard down at once. But she did not respond. The water rushed in her open ports. She began to settle like a ^tone, righting slowly as she went down. The Torbay was scarcely in better condition. On the return roll to windward the water began to rush in her main deck ports also. "Ciose the main-deck ports!" shouted Grafton, as he saw the French ship going so fast, his first impulse being to save his own ship. "Lively, for God's sake!" The peril of the ship was reflected in his voice. The men below sprang to the port-shut ters, and in spite ,of the fact that the water was already sweeping in, by superhuman efforts they got them closed, but not until the ship had been half filled. She lay like a sodden log on the waves, six feet of water in the hold. The gun fire had ceased instantly. Meantime, what of Le Thesee? '- Grafton stood in the darkening evening on the rail of his own ship and stared at his rival. She was sinking in silence. No human power could keep her afloat. Before his eyes the' water was streaming through the open ports and gushing in through her riven sides: It had come so suddenly that there waa scarcely time for those below to reach the spar-deck, which was yet swarming with men. Where was Anne? O, God, was she below still?abandoned! lost! A little group still stood on the quar ter nearest him. There was de Kersaint, the bold captain by his side a young man, his head bound about with a blood-spat tered cloth, his arm hanging useless by his Bide. It was deVitre. There was the marquis, too, tall, spare, imperturbable as eVer. There was old Jean-Renaud staggering aft, and in his armsGod of heaven, a woman! The faithful old Bre ton placed her on the rail and held her here erect. The stop of Grafton's heart told him who. Her black hair was blown away from her face by the force of the wind. She stood, without a cloak, in a white dress, like a bride of death. She recognized him, stretched out her hands toward him in love and appeal. It was his wife. There was nothing he could do. He was helpless. He could only look and lookhe could not pray, even. The French ship was lower now. Her decks were awash. Anne waved her hand to him in farewell. He cried out to her over the dark" water. She could 'not hear. His wife! His wife! O, God, his wife! MINNESOl^tea. HISTORICAL: 0 1 The old marquis-laid his hand tenderly upon her. shoulder, striving to calm her. De Vitre had fallen forward and lay mo tionless on the rail. Perhaps, happily, he was dead.already. De Kersaint stood un daunted, with folded arms, looking at Le Thesee sinking before and with.him. The habit: of .years had re-established itself. He was a sailor first of all now. He would go down with his ship with colors flying. Old Jean-Renaud suddenly stepped upon the rail. He took Anne in his arms. What was he about to do? The marquis nodded his head, kissed his grand-daugh ter's hand, and that faithful Breton leaped with her far out into the black waters. He would fight for her life. Her hus band watched him strike boldly out with her, and then a wave rolled over them and they were gone from view. It had all transpired In a few moments. "Starboard the helm!" shouted Grafton, awakening from his daze of agony. "Flow the headsheets!" "My God, Captain Grafton!" cried his first lieutenant, an old and experienced seaman, "what mean you to do?" "Luff up toward yon ship!" "But, sir, we can't do it. Our vessel is full of water!" "Sir, sir," oried the master, "we'll sink in this wind! We must go oft or lose the ship!" "My God, sir, look at the French ship!" cried another man. She had been settling evenly, but. at last she went down with a mighty plunge. For a moment the sea was black with heads men struck out frantically only to be sucked under in the mighty vortex that followed her dis appearance. The last glimpse Grafton caught of the group on the poop-deck, de Kersaint still stood with folded arms looking forward. The marquis took off hisi hat and looked up toward the flag. "France! France!" he murmured. He made a fine end for a soldier. The Eng lish saw. it fluttering on the surface of the water for a moment as the mighty spars sunk slowly, down, and then the waves washed over it. The ship was gone. Not a cheer was heard from the English decks a groan of horror.broke from her men, in fact, as they witnessed this sinister effacement of a ship. . Scarcely a minute had elapsed since the last broadside was fired, and now it was over. A few bits of wreckage, a few desperate men clinging to them, perhaps a score out of eight hundred gallant souls who had manned and fought her a mo ment sincethat was all! Grafton gave one agonized glance aft. He thought In the darkness he could make out the forms of Jean itenaud and his wife In the Water drifting oh. Another moment and they were lost to view. "Have -we a boat that will swim?*' he cried in despair to the master. "Not one is left at the davits, sir," answered that officer sadly. "Breakers! Breakers ahead!" -roared one of the officers forward. They were right on the Cardinals "Up with the helm! Hard up!" shouted Grafton Instinctively. But the sluggish ship steered slowly. For a-few moments she held her way toward the rook. They thought she was doomed also. For him self Grafton did not care, but for his men! They waited in awful apprehension, but at last she slowly swung around1 and glided by, and peril was escaped. Right next Jo her was the French ship Le Juste, spitting fire and shot from her guns at tht .Torbay. l Crft^^T "fajgO ^^KTKtftO*\*w: 5 = COLORED "We will attack that ship!" cried Graf-. ton, recklessly turning the prow of hisj ] vessel toward her. "Fire upon her. Let! her have It, men!" But there was no response to his com-! ' mand. His guns were silent. "Beg pardon, sir, the magazines wera flooded and all our powdeK was wettedj ^ when we came so near foundering," re-, ported the gunner who had Just come oaf deck. "Ah, I had rather have gone down 0O| the Cardinals than be thus helpless'.'**, murmured the young commander, quite! beside himself with the disappointments! * and anxieties of the hour. . "-, "Sir, sir, some dry powder is found!**' cried another, running up on the instant, j -. "Engage! Engage, then!" screamed i Grafton fiercely. His mind was so over-/J whelmed by the catastrophe that he couTd"l*2 find no relief save in action, and pres-j * ently from the iron muzzles of his hot guns once more rang out the deadly dis charge. A savage desire to slay, to kill, had supplanted every other emotion In Grafton's heart. He stood, wild-eyed an despairful, a madman on his own deck, inciting his men to action. After half a dozen broadsides Le Juste, badly riven and shattered, sheered off and' attempted to withdraw, having had*, enough of it. Grafton, however, was not! to be shaken off. He pursued the re treating French ship with implacable I ferocity, working every gun that would! bear upon her. As the two ships swept along before) the wind Grafton suddenly found hlmselfl mixed up with six other ships, one ofl which happened to be Le Tonriant, car^ rying de Beauffremont. Having had enough of the fight, the vice admirali not greatly to his credithad called these} ships . about him, and they were - all en deavoring to escape to the southward^ through the narrow pass between Let Four bank and Poirite de Croisic on the shore. But the young Englishman's blood! was up now, and he followed hard on their heels, and the singular spectacle of one water-logged and sodden ship pursu ing six ships of the enemy was presented. In their wild haste to get away the French neglected the opportunity afforded to capture him. As they swept around Le Four and headed for the south, Grafton, who was ignorant of these waters, as were all the English captains, headed straight for them, firing on them with his chase guns at the same time., the French making but a feeble reply. He had gone only a few cables' lengths, however, when, with out any warning, in the darkness his ship took ground. She struck with tremend ous force upon the rocky shoal of Le Four, and each succeeding wave lifted her* higher and higher and hurled her farther upon the shore. The light spars snapped like pipe stems at the first blow, and as the ship pounded upon the reef, mast after mast went, until she lay grinding on the sands a total wreck, the waves breaking over her and sweeping her from stern to stem. The last shot from Le Juste struck the Torbay on the quarter Just as she hit the reef. It sent a shower of splinters In board, one of which struck Grafton in the. breast'"and hurled him over the rail to windward. He caught feebly at a back stay, shouted a command, and the next moment a falling spar dashed him into the sea. For him and for all the rest the battl* wag over., .^ , '"' i '-/''*, * " i - ^ (To be continued Monday.) S SECTION p Sri ^-V-" Jj ^ ..'& V* T*:V"( s * rf^i M a^Sct^.