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BY THE GATE OF THE SEA.
A NOVEL. By DAVID CHRISTIE MURRAY. [CONTINUED At the Thought of youth, and grace, and genius brought to such a pass as this the poet was grieved, and he w.. . .. .1 miserably u-way, not seeing how to be u use, but bur dened with a heavy sense 01 the necessity for doing something. A man may bo brim ful of conceit, and may write bad verses, and yet have a good heart. He walked home and dressed for dinner, and dined moodily with peoplo who laughed at him for being moody. Then ho went, at a late hour, to the theater, and there encountered Lorrimer. Ho had something of a struggle with kimself before he could take the man ager into confidence, but at length he did ii. swearing him to secrecy. Lorrimer heard him through with an expression of face bordering on the distracted. “If I don’t find out something about this by-and-by,” said the manager, “I shall go mad. Come here, into tho box-office. Look at this advertisement in the Times. Where ure we? Oh, here it is. Head that.” The poet read— “Miss Churchill is requested to claim her private fortune at the hands ©f Messrs. Lowe & Carter, of Clement’s Inn.—A. T.” “ Now,” said Lorrimer, when Ronald Marsh looked Wonderingly up at him, “what tho Moses is it all about? These people, Lowe <& Carter, were the lawyers who paid me my claim against Miss Churchill. She had money then, or the means of getting money, or she couldn't have left the stage and have paid my claim. Now, here she is in financial difficulties, running to the pawn brokers—and I'll swear she’s a lady, born and bred—and all the while she*s asked in the newspapers to go mid claim her private fortune! Because you know it's as plain as the nose on your face that it’s the same wo ••Who said Tregarthen was dead?” said the poet. 44 These are his initials.” 44 1 said ho was dead,” returned Lorri mer. 44 She told me so.” He was quite persuaded that she had done so. 44 It must be the same woman. Anyway, I’ll tell you what I can do. I can go and see the law yers and tell ’em her address. We have done business together already. Since I saw this advertisement I’ve had the curi osity to turn over the file of the Times, and 1 find that it’s been published every day for nearly two months. I wish I could persuade her to come back to the boards. Unless her private fortune is a precious big one, I’d guarantee to double it for her. She’s a perfect gold mine. There never was such a Rosalind, and 1 don't believe there ever will be such another.” The sense of romance and mystery which seemed to grow up about Mrs. Tragarthen helped to keep her in Ronald Marsh’s mind, and he began to haunt the street she lived in, and, during the hours of darkness, to prowl about its neighborhood, until the police set watchful eyes upon him and booked him in their own minds as a person with an unlawful purpose. Lorrimer wrote to the lawyers, asking if the Miss Churchill advertised was identical with the Miss Churchill in whose behalf t he}* had done business aforetime. Receiv ing an answer in the affirmative, he sup plied them with her address and waited to hear more. No news reached him until the poet turned up one evening, with greatly disturbed aspect, ami an nounced that Mrs. Tregarthen and the little girl who lived with her had left the boarding-house, and had taken new lodg ings in a street off the Tottenham Court Road—that both she and the child were poorly and scantily dressed, and that the house in which she now lived w*as fit only j for the occupation of the very poor. Lor- j rimer went to the lawyers, begging to be I enlightened. They, inquiring courteously i into his right to claim enlightment and | finding it to be non-existent, respectfully | declined to satisfy him. He retreated, ami 1 had new conferences writh the poet, who ! was melodramatically gloomy, ami let fall . deadly hints about villainy, and betrayal, and the wild justice of revenge, perplexing Lorrimer still more. At last, spurred by his lofty hopes of the actress's possible fu- | ture and his own, and moved at least in part by the promptings of good nature, ; and bound to a solution of the mystery i»y a very cable of curiosity, he leaped im- i patiently into a hackney-carriage, and set ; out in search of Mrs. Tregarthen. He had , her address from the poet. *• Sun blisi avd paint, years old. upon the 1 r; thick veils of dust upon the windows: a mere well of an area, with rusted railings j round *■ : doorsteps cracked and sunken at the center.” “ might have a houso in Park Lane by this time/’ thought Lorrimer, as he ! scanned the place. •* and yet she lives here. was her private fortune, I wonder— i the las: of a eying mother-in-law? : It looks like it.” When he tugged at the bell-pull a long piece vf rustl'd iron came out from the door-post with a reluctant creak. He ; pushed it back again, and tapped the 1 *1 is tered door with his gloved knuckles. A j slatternly woman came into the well of an area, wiping her hands upon a dirty I apron, and having inspected him, ! went leisurely into the house ! again, and after a pause, which seemed j b-ng to his impatience, opened the front J ''- •or an inch or two, and regarded him ! afresh in umrrnnjisinn' tPloiwr. “Good morning,” said Lorrimer, with ; smooth politeness. “You have a lady staying here, ma’am. I believe, and I i should be extremely obliged if I might l»e allowed to see her. We are old friends, and I have been informed that she is in ! S' >mo distress.” Lorrimer was gorgeous as t " his attire, and his manner was almost monarchical. As ho spoke lie drew a half-crown from his waistcoat pocket and holding it delicate ly between his linger and thumb, like a duke performing a playful conjuring trick, dropped it into the woman’s palm, which came automatically to receive it. The woman opened the door a little wider. ‘*l)o you mean Mrs. Tregarthen, sir?” ! she asked. “ That,” said Mr. Lorrimer, “ is the la dy’s name.” 'I lie woman opened the door still wider, and permitted him to eater. A ragged oil- ! • loth clung somehow to the floor, but the unwashed stairs were carpetless. " ^ name shall I say, sir?” asked the landlady. •* Say Mr. Lorrimer,” returned the man ager: but he followed closely on her heels as she mounted the stairs, and was resolved to present himself before ho could be ro - iM -1 an audience, lie could not have tv-Id then or afterward whether pity, curi osity, or managerial enterprise drew him * :i more strongly. Either the first or last v. aid have 1 en in itself enough, and the t Im . t _ : 1 v r were irresistible. The woman paused on a dark landing, nnd knocked at a door invisible to Lorri mer. •Come in,” said a voice in reply, and the knocker entered. “A gentleman to see you. ma’am,” she said in a voice for which Lorrimer could have thrown her down stab's. He knew one side of the world and of lif man nature pretty well, and he read the hypocrisy and propitiation of the earneying tone. Ho could have sworn the woman habitually -bullied her lodger. “ Tell him,” said Mrs. Tregartben, in a frightened voice, “ that I cannot see him. Lorrimer was in the room already, and had taken in half its sordid details at a glance. A bed in a corner, with a little bundle lying on it; a chair, a table, a few dresses hanging on a wall from which the paper dripped in moist festoons; a rusty grate, empty. “ Madam,” said the manager advancing, “ you must, not decline to see me. I come as a friend.” Pity had the better of managerial enter prise for a moment at least, and the room went dim to Lorrimer's eyes. Mrs. Tre garthen, in a shabby black dress which made her pale face look paler than it was. stood (in the attitude in which she had arisen from her seat on the side of the bed) with both hands on the table, her whole figure shrinking like that of any weak, wild creature when suddenly alarmed. “ Oblige me by leaving us, if you please.” said Lorrimer, to the landlady. The wo man reluctantly withdrew, and Lorrimer held the door open to watch her down the stairs. He could not help being stagey, for use is second nature, but he was thor oughly iu earnest when he turned: ‘‘My po^f, dear creature—don’t mind me talking to you in this way—I’m old enough to be your father—my poor, dear creature, what on earth do you mean by living in a place like this! ” She had only moved to breathe since his first entrance to the room, and her eyes said, “ Leave me, forpity’s sake”’ if ever eyes said anything. But, as he paused, the bundle on the bed began to move, and a feeble cry came from it. She darted to it, peeled from it, swiftly and delicately, the shawl which infolded it. ana tooK it to ner arms. xi. nahy: ‘-Uh. Lord! ” groaned the manager, with the tears in his eyes again. “ How can you have the heart to throw away such pros pects as you have, when you’ve got such claims upon you;” Sho looked at him almost wildly, and walked up and down the room rocking the crying child in her arms. He thought the look defiant, and broke out anew. “Any grown-up creature has a right to starve and be wretched, but, by God! ma’am, nobody 1ms a right to ill-treat a baby. It's criminal, Mrs. Tregarthen; it’s nothing less than monstrous. How dare you throw away that child's chances in the world!” Lorrimer trod the boards with the air of amazed virtue. “How dare you speak so to me!” sho demanded, pausing suddenly in her agitated walk about the room. “ What right have you here !” “For God's sake, don’t bo angry with mo ?” said Lorrimer, descending from his place of moral pride. “ I’m the best friend you have in the world; I am in deed.” He was no longer the representa tive of virtue amazed, but had become the attached old family servitor, and pleaded with tho last willful descendant of the race he loved. At this moment there came a rap at the door, and the landlady appeared, bearing a bulky parcel and a letter. “This is underpaid, ma’am,” said tho landlady, laying the parcel on the table, ‘ and the postman sac's there’s temxmce on it.” Lorrimer drew a shilling from his waist coat pocket. “There, there, my good woman; don’t interrupt us again, if you please.” He walked to the window and looked out upon tho street. “Pray look at your letters, Mrs. Tregarthen, and excuse me for being hero at all.” Ho saw that she had glanced anxiously at the parcel, which looked as if it inclosed a box of some sort. She obeyed him without a word, and ho heard every move ment she made as she uncorded the packet. Then he heard the tearing of the envelope about the letter, and the rustle of the paper as it shook in her hand. There was nothing to look at in the [street except a mangy cat i who stalked a town sparrow, ami missed tho bird by a bair’s breadth when she mado her final spring. It began to .strike Lor rimer Hint Mrs. Tregarthen was a long while silent, and when, at last, he turned round, ho raised a yell of dismay, for the poor lady had fallen back upon tin- bed, and lay there in a dead faint, with the baby still in her lap. »She looked so thin and pale and quiet as sho lay there, that the manager, who was a bachelor, and knew nothing of women and their weak nesses, took her for dead, and rushed to the door with a tremulous call for the landlady. That great creature dispatched him for brandy, and, he being gone, she proceeded very calmly to examine tiie contents of tho packet and tho letter. The packet contained a prodigious quanti ty of manuscript and nothing else. From tli" letter the landlady gathered (sho COllld inst. l-nnrll ClmC Atn^^r-u TUI,.,, X' liarkei* regretted that they could not see their way to the publication of—. A step on the stair warned her of tho visitor’s re turn. “ Look up, 111 re's a dear ereatur’,” said tho landlady, in audible solicitude. “Ah, that's it, my pore darlin’. You’ll be nicely by-and-by.” LoiTimor sweated with anxiety while the landlady poured a few drops of brandy through the patient’s lips, but in a few minutes Mrs. Tregar then began to move and moan, and to click her teetli together, and then he was ordered from the room, and paced to and fro upon the fragmentary oil-cloth in the hall for the space of half an hour. “How is she?” lie asked in a whisper, when the woman at last came down stairs. “ She’s had ti good cry, pore dear,” said the landlady, breathing neat brandy at him; “and now I’ve persuaded her to lie down. She'd better not be disturbed again for n hour or two.” “Of course not. Of course not,” said Lorrimer, fidgeting with his watch chain. “She has been very hard up, I’m afraid.” “ Owes me three pound thirteen shillin’ and sixpence for rent,” returned the land lady, “and being but a pore woman my self, though with a feeling heart, I could not deny her nothing, and candles of a night extravagant.” Lorrimer was unhinged by the events of tho morning, and for the moment he was half inclined to satisfy the landlady’s claim upon the spot: but not having taken a final leave of his business senses, he decided against that course. “Whatever the lady owes,” h *d, “shall be paid.” Ho drew his pm so from his pocket, and tho landlady's eyes glistened. “ Get her,” he said, slowly and thoughtfully, with a half-sovereign between his thumb and finger—“get hers, nothing nice and tempting and nourishing against 1 the tin,I she wakes. No. Never mind, I won’t trouble you. I’ll get it myself, aiid bring it round in two hours’ time.” He was gone, and the landlady was star ing after him with the look the lean eat had cast after the plump escaping sparrow a while before. Lorrimer was driven to Oxford Street, and on the way he used most terrible lan guage without particular application. Ho had pity enougn to fill him to the brim, and curious bewilderment enough, and (when it could beat out the others) ^ managerial enterprise inflated him. For each of these profane language seemed to furnish the only escape-pipe, and the manager s speech would have been ni> propriato lo a deep-dyed villain bent on murder. Ho hailed . e carriage at a shop door. alighted, entereu. and bought jellies and preserves, drove irtber and bought wine, drove further a ad bought fruit, a goodly pile, and a dou. .■ handful of sweet smelling country blossoms. “Damme!” said Lorrimer, as he sat in the hackney-carriage and surveyed these purchases—“ I’ll win the jade's heart. I'll make her act. I'll make her so grateful that she can’t refuse me.” A brilliant idea struck him. and he ar rested the coach once more. He colored a shop, and when, after the lapse of soun two or three minutes, he came once more upon the street, he wore the smile of a man who has just said checkmate to oppo sition. He unfolded the tissue paper which wrapped his latest purchase. “That ought to touch a mother's heart.” he said, surveying it admiringly. “Heal coral. Real silver bells, and the finest india-rubber to be bad for love or money.” He took all his purchases to the shabby house in the street off the Tottenham Court Road, and he waited with such pa tience ns he could command until Sirs. Tre garthen was reported to be awake, ami ho could be again admitted to her room. "A little trifle of jelly," said Lorrimer, balancing the preparation. “ Calves'-fo, t jelly, my dear madam—a most nourishing article. Pray try a little. A glass of port. I am never to be taken at a disadvantage. T cflprr a tvw’l-pt i''rir'L-or>T*,'.xx- 'TV*- *1,.,. madam. I guarantee it excellent. A little trifie for the baby, Mrs. Tregarthen. I am a bachelor myself, but I am told that chil dren value such gauds." The baby stretched out her hand for the bauble and Lorrimer surrendered it. The sense of his own goodness c. heart was too much for him, aud his eyes became so moist that he had to retire" to the window, where he blew his nose and waved his pocket-handkerchief with an air of great nonchalance. But Mrs. Tregar then knew why he retired, and she herself began to cry out of weakness and despair and gratitude, and Lorrimer hlew his nose with violence, as if he were aggravated with it, and had a spite to wreak upon it. His emotion aud his friendliness won upon the lonely woman's heart, and by-and-bv he began to pour out golden promises upon her. She was silent for a long time, but at las: he grew so warm that he asked her the one question in his mind. “ How do you hope to live at all unless yon take the chances you have 1” “ I thought," she said, “ that I could make a living by writing." The gesture she used sent his glance to the table. He approached and picked up the letter which lay there, and then turned over a folio or two of the great pile of manuscript. “Ah!” he said. “And you find you can't i Well, my dear madam, here lies El Dorado before you. You have only to say Y'es to my proposal, and you can leave this wretched hole at once, j and go to the best hotel in London. : You can dress like a princess, and you can command comfort and refinement for your child. Oh. madam, matmm,” cried the manager, with tears in his voice, “ for your child's sake, do not let me plead with you ! in vain.” If Lorrimer were half a humbug, she at least was all in earnest in her thoughts. “Yes.” she answered, “I will do what you wish. I will go back to the stage again—for the child's sake!” Next day saw her once more attired like a lady, aud located in sumptuous private apartments. Lorrimer was here, there, and everywhere, spreading the glorious news. CHAPTER VII. While Mrs. Tregarthen was afflicted herself with unnecessary miseries, her hus band was suffering from griefs Jess e to to avoided. The copy-books say that “Innocence : , bold,” and it is one or the conventional arguments against a Suspect that he runs away. As a matter of course, the runaway is merely an indication of character, and has nothing to do with guilt or innocence. The shrug of surprised pity at the benighted accuser, the placid mien of assured innocence, the martyr's resignation and the saint’s for giveness, are things tamillar in our courts of justice, and are displayed there, never by the innocent, but daily by the branded rascals who use them as a part of stock in trade. But it takes much experience to kill a phrase, and “Innocence is (still) bold” in the copy-books and the apprehen sion of the unwordly. Mrs. Tregarthen’s flight, her foolish, innocent letter, and her continued silence were cuougn u> prejudice tne most trust ing of men against her. Tlio real motive for flight was absurdly inadequate to any body who could survey the case dispassion ately. To Tregarthen its inadequacy o-cmed exaggerated, because he, better than any outsider could have known it, knew lus own readiness to forget and forgive the small deceit of which his wife had been guilty—if that were all. The agonized letter, with its talk about “ guilty deceit ” and “unknown past,” seemed to j>oint to more than the wickedness of a month or two upon the stago; and when week after week dragged by, and brought no news frem the runaway, Tregartlicn's ilrst sus picions and fears were, bit by bit, con firmed, until they settled into dreadful cor tainty. He dismissed aud ] aid the architect and the builders and brought the works at Tregarthen to a close. Blocks of stone, rough or trimmed, balks of timber, mounds of mortar, uml tracts of trodden lime, do faced the grass beforo the old mansion, and wero left there unheeded—a visible sign of hopes abandoned. A now un Hnished wall or two mocked tho ruins, and the whole pkice was desolate with the signs of raw repair. Tregarthen loft the house in which ho had resided during his brief married life, and went back to the homo of his fathers. As may be guessed, the whole country side was alive with speculation. Where everybody was equally ignorant, it was | natural that there should be many who I wero the sole repositories of truth; and it was equally natural that ail the | versions set about by these en j lightened people should differ. But, j howsoever they differed in detail, it | was remarkable to notice how they agreed in the main point. The old story against Tregarthen revived aud took additions to itself, and it was settled by common con sent that he had done something dreadful, and that Mrs. Tregarthen had been com pelled to desert him. Some of the hun grier after melodrama found shivery hints of murder in flic story, and dropped dark sayings about convenient caves on Tregar then Island. In Tregarthen’s mind his wife's flight, was a thing of long ago before a somewhat obvious reflection occurred to him. She had given him her fortune to pay for the re pairs of the old house, and ho had no right to retain it. From the moment when he thought of this the money seemed to burn him, and ho went oil in hot haste to Lon don. Messrs. Lowe & Carter, of Clement’s I Inn. lmd been his wife's solicitors, and he naturally applied to them. The senior partner was a man of genial aspect, not at all legal in his looks; an elderly man, with e. boyish frankness of manner and a smil ing eye. Tregarthen told his story with a savage brevity. “ Mv wife, for reasons of her own, has left me. You know that site made over to me the whole of her own fortune.” “In spite of my advice,” said the law yer. “ Precisely. I am here to return it, If you have no present knowledge of her whereabouts—” “ None in the world.” “ You may advertise, requesting Iter to apply to you, and saying that her fortune lies in your hands. If you will execute the necessary instruments 1 will sign them be fore leaving town.” “ You wish the transfer to bo absolute and unconditional I” “Absolute and unconditional. He good enough not to mention my name in the ad vertisement. She will respond to tite name of Miss Churchill.” “Her stage name,” said the lawyer, “be fore she married. ” “You knew that?” said Tregarthen, looking darkly at hint. “ We knew that. Certainly. We ar ranged her father’s affairs, and were in oc casional communication with her until a few mouths ago. Excuse me, Mr. Tregar then Men in my profession sometimes near a ccou uau ui domestic aisconuoris, and sometimes succeed in patching up a difficulty.” “ I shall not ask your mediation in this case, sir,” Tregarthen answered. “ I shall bo obliged if you will delay me as little as possible. I have no other business in London.” He did not leave a pleasant impression on the lawyer’s mind; and if he had known it, or had cared to know it. he had a dis agreeable impression to clear away, to be gin with. The lawyer had heard Tro gartheu's unfortunate regimental story from the one quarter in which it was likely to lie reviewed with the least mercy. Colonel Pollard was a client of Messrs. Lowe & Carter’s, and when the colonel told a story he had a knack of tell ing it to his own credit. In his narrative Tregarthen shone as a rowdy, and a traducer of the sex, a roue, a boaster, and a blackguard. The necessary documents were drawn up and signed, the advertisement was pre pared and inserted, and Tregarthen went back to his island. Before he left town he was asked one question by the lawyer. “Do you desire to intrust me with any message to Mrs. Tregarthen in case the advertisement should reach her, and she should apply to us ? ” “ None,” said Tregarthen. His heart was sore, and he was weary of the world. There was no man in England more un happy. and the very necessity of the case forbade him to repose confidence in any man. He went back and lived almost alone, and loathed the world. There was no honor in man and no truth in woman, and he had learned this bitter creed by experi ence. To uplift a voice for honor was to call down min; to love was to be betrayed; to be blameless meant that the human rar ity who dared it should be shunned and hated. For a long time his books were charm less, and day by day his heart's auditor added despite to hatred, and found the sum total to be misery. After a pause he learned that the lawyers had by chance discovered Mrs. Tregarthen, and that she had refused to touch a penny of the money from his hands. This might have puzzled him if he had been in the hu mor to be puzzled by anything. As it was, he wrote icily back that the money was none of his, but hers, and that she might please herself about accepting or refusing it. He at least had no claim upon it. The men of lav/ wrote once more, saying that !;:s. Tregarthen had agui. disappeared, in i asking f< r instructions. • F, had non- t-j give, and Miss Farmer’s fortune lay at interest, therefore, au-1 remained j unclaimed. The blustering spring was back again, and March was wilder than it had been for many a year. For three days , mo tremendous gale blew from the west, and, gathering strength in the great ocean spaces, poured such a tide upon the coast as had scarcely been matched within the memory of living men. Storms of sleet and rain swept over the island, and com- \ inunication with the mainland was impos sible. It pleased Tregurtlien to bo thus ; shut out from the world, and the savage isolation the tempest brought him was in rare consonance with his mood. The milder aspects of nature hud ceased to at tract him, but this mad mingling of the elements drew him continuously abroad, and he spent hours upon the western rocks when he could hardly stand against tho Wind, and could not look to windward for an instant. On tho last night of this prolonged temptest the Atlantic rollers fell with such force nnd volumo that they cast stones as largo as a man’s head forty or iifty yards inland. Tho east was as black as ink already, and the west, was a grow some gray when Tregarthen (clinging with both hands to the wet surface of a bowl der which lay three paces from tho tidal line, and taking his lust look at tho seu raco as it went foaming back from the crags upon his right) saw a sudden tongue of light Hash out fr*m tho darkness, and heard, or thought he heard, a socoud or two later, the heavy boom of a gun. Crouching behind the bowlder, and so shel tering his eyes from the wind, lie could dimly n^ikc out the form of a great vessel; and just as ho was sure of her ho saw a second tongue of light flame out from her; but this time, though lie listened with all his soul, the gun was dumb, in the prodigious noises of the sea. Next, ho lost her for a rninuto in the gloom, and found her again by a third tongue of flame. Every second of that dreadful minute had brought tho fancied sound of the gun’s voice to his oars. Each flash was nearer than tho last, and he could see that the ship was sweeping helplessly on shore. Ho mado his difficult und dangerous way toward her, sometimes sheltered by the broken ground, but of tenor so beaten by the wind that he could but | crawl upon his hands and knees. All the time, at intervals which seemed incredibly I apart from each other, the noiseless light ning shot from tho vessel's side. When ever the inequalities of the ground hid her from him ho fancied ho could hear tho gun boom niul boom and boom; but whenever he saw the tlash the gun was dumb. Ho came breathless ami panting upon the northern rocks, and could muko out tho lines of the hapless ship moro clearly. There was no shelter for her on tho lee side of tho island, for, as Tregarthen know, the sea was running thero like a mill-race magnified a myriad times. She drifted with huge lurches toward t his chan nel, and Tregarthen, raging with pity and helplessness, tore along tho rocks. If he could ho would have cast himself ujVm the ground and have seen no more until nil was over, but the fascination of horror was upon him, and lit' was as powerless to resist it ns he was to save a life aboard the vessel. She was in sight now continually, and hi' ran down tho broad grass platform with the wind at his back, and kept along side at a distance of little more than three hundred yards. What with the dashing spray and the wind and the gloom, ho could not make out a soul on board, but tho flash spoke twice moro to his helpless heart, and then the great craft seemed resigned to dio in dark ness. and oven to leap at her doom, os ilesparing men have been known to do. The score of men, women, and children who, apart from Tregartlien’s household, made up the sole population of the island, were clustered on tho northern rock above the Sea-gate. Tregarthen's housekeeper, maid and man-servant were there also, and when he came among them they were all staring at the fated ship. Against tho opposite rocks she scarcely showed at all, and she was as often fancied as seen; but now, in a strange way, the gloom began to lighten, as gauze after gauze of cloud was torn from tire higher skies, and the moon showed through, at first in a mere broadly dispersed but feeble gleam, but finally shin ing through a clear rift, with a star or two about her. “ There's where she’ll breakl!” said ono old sea-dog, pointing to the southern wall of the Sea-cate. He roared the words, but only one man heard him m tho howling of tho wind and sea. ■ ■ You'r right,” said the neighbor to whom he spoke. “Tho race sets terrible oil Gorbay Head.” “See her a-comin’ now!” cried a third, seizing Tregarthen by tho arm. Tho whole force of the main tide set west ward. To the northwest of tho island .juts out a promontory four miles long and as many broad, and when a west wind blows upon this coast the chief force of tho cur rent makes for the narrow passage between Gorbay head and Tregarthen. Gorbay forms an irregular semi-circle almost due east of the island, and the tide, sweeping past the southern end of Tregarthen, raves round this arc until the narrower current meets it, when it turns, and tho two brealf together upon the southern Sea-gate wall. The engines were never built which could fight a ship's way against that aw ful race when the Atlantic swells it with a storm from tho west, though at other times Gorbay is a sheltered harbor. Between the Head and the island the op posing currents caught the ship, and spun her twice or thrice in a wild circle, and then she came bowling down, swift and steady, as if there were a breeze abeam and every stitch of canvas had been set. Everybody with one consent ran for the mouth of tho Lea-gate, though they turned their backs upon the ship to do it, and, after a hurried clamber down the wet rocks, they stood upon the sand and watched the channel, and waited for tho end. In spite of her broken masts, and the tangle of spars and cordage which encumbered her deck, she looked stately as she swept into sight and made for death almost at tho watchers' feet. No ear on shore heard her when she struck. She touched the rock, and it seemed to have power to melt her. She fell back from the climbing seas and flying foam, and her ponderous bows had vanished. She drove forward again, and re tired again, and again drove forward, and fell to pieces softly, melted away, dissolved, as if no force were used at all. The shriek and groan of severing timbers were no more heard than the cry of severing soul and body. Those on shore who had the heart to look saw two or three wretches leap from the deck into the boiling waters, and two or three others clinging here ami there, until the ship had broken on the rock like a cloud upon a cloud. As the vessel first touched the rock the rnoon was shrouded, and as she melted away the light grew again. While the watchers stood, with aching hearts, a sud den volume of water poured intc tho nar row Gate and drove them Lack. When it fell again, reluctantly, as if its liquid fin gers clutched at the sand, it left a frag ment of a spar behind it, and almost be fore the quickest eye had seen this another wave fell and hid it. When that wave re tired it dragged the spar with it, and rolled it over and over. Tregarthen skrioked like a woman; for there, plain to sight, was a child lushed to the rolling spar. None heard the cry, lmt all saw the forward dash ho made, and all realized the double hope and fear. He had reached the spur, and had wound the fingers of his right hand among the coils of rope which bound the child, wlittn t.lm nr»tt w;i vc Mwmit. nn ntnl fnaoi»i him high, as if he hail been a straw. But ho held on, and when tho wave cast him to tho beach, ho dug his loft fingers in tho sand and triod for a grip with his tuos. Hercules would have hud no more chance against that raging backwash than a baby, and Tregarthen went dragging down the sandy slope until the advancing wnvo swept up again, lifted him, rolled him over, and cast him and tho spar down together. Tho spur fell uppermost and struck Tregarthen so heavily on tho head that, with a great crackle and sparkle of lights before his eyes, ho swooned and lay like a.stone. Tho spar cam; end-on this time, and one Cornish sea dog fell on it and gripped it with Ins might, and a second, falling on his knees behind the first, took him round tho loins with knitted lingers, and a third seized tho second by the leather belt lie were. The next wave came howling up; but before it had them fairly in its grasp a fourth had seized the third l>y the hand anil a fifth the fourth, and when tho mon ster went grinding back with its reluctant fingers clutching at the sand, tho lino was sound. Before tho Isoa camo again Tre gartheu and the child were out of its reach, for tho rope had miraculously tangled itself about tho reseuror’s arms and when tho men dragged at the spar he came with it. Thero was no memory of the storm in the mild spring air when Tregarthen next awoke to a knowledge of the world. Ho was lying in bed in his own room, and the window, which faced to the south, was open, so that he could just hear the gentle chiding of the sea. Ho lay for a time without a care to remember anything hut when ho tried to move ho found head, hands, and limbs marvelously heavy, and ho Began to bo aware that lie I ached all over. Then ho remembered the storm, the shipwreck, and the rescue he had attempted. “Is anybody here?” ho asked, in a voice so feeble that ho was surprised at it. His housekeeper’s voico responded with an ejaculation of pious joy, and tho old woman was at the bedside in a moment. “You know me, sir?” she said. “Yes,” he answered. “I have been ill. Who saved mo? Did they save the child?” “It was Reuben Dollarth,” said the housekeeper, “went in after you, sir. But they all helped.” “Did they save the child?” ho asked again. “ The child’s quite safe, sir. Don’t you talk no more now, Mr. Arthur, there’s a dear.” “ Where is tho child? In the houso? ” “ Yes, sir, yes,” returned tho old lady. “But don’t you talk, dear heart, or you’ll do yourself a mischief.” “It was a boy, I think,” said Trogar then. “ Yes, yes, sir, yes,” said tho housekeep er. “Here’s your sleepin’ draught, Mr. Arthur.” “Bring him here,” said Tregarthen. “No, no!” moving his eyebrows im patiently at tho draught. “Tho boy. Let mo see him. Bring him here at once.” Tho old lady rustled softly from the room, afraid to deny him longer. “ The Tregarthens ’ll have their way if they are dying,” sho said to herself. “ It was their manner always.” She returned in a moment. “ I have sent him here, sir.” Tregarthen made a response with his eyes, and lay still. 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