LOSS OF THE TORPEDO-DESTROYFR TIGER AND THIRTY-SIX LIVES.
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THE COLLISION BETWEEN THE TIGER AND THE CRUISER BEH WICK.
1’he illustration uvpicis lue u-rrio»«*
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naval
disaster which recently «wvurred off the Isle of Wight.
During some night operations. «•urrieil on without lights,
off the south coast of the island, tin* destroyer Tiger ran
across the bows of the armored cruiser Berwick. Both
vessels were going at full sliced, . nd the destroyer was
cut in two between the second and third funnels. The
forepart, on which the commander and most of the deck
hands were station«*«!. tilted perpendicularly and went
c.own wan ad hanus.
I lie *i.c.i .u the stern pan
promptly ordered up from below, were able to throw
themselves clear of the rest of tin* vessel, am! some kept
afloat on oars, spars, ami wreckage; hut nearly every
man saved belonged to the engine room staff. The Ber
wick and Gladiator sent boats to the rescue, with the
result that twenty-two persons were saved. At the mo
ment of the collision a great sheet of flame shot up from
the furnaces.
board, talking rapidly and vivaciously fall into your hands, that the head
all the while.
strong course you pursued in leaving
“This Is my sanctum. I’m left here home after our quarrel has darkened
undisturbed. I am hungry. Traveling tin* closing hours of my life. Some day
makes 5011 so, doesn’t it? Will you join yon will learn that it is the privilege
mo in a little snack? Six o’clock In the of the old to remonstrate with the
morning Is a funny time for a meal, .voting and the duty of the young to
hut 1 believe in eating when you are listen in patience to admonishment.
Hot with resentful retrospect. Tom hungry
There, now. You lake the | The warehouse ami the business I
Sardon leaned heavily upon the parapet head of the table, as befits you. Come j liav«* left to you. Your brother holds
of the bridge. All around the silent
a toast I You won’t refuse that, will it in trust till v < ii return. lie will be
streets, the absence of life, the dark you? To my wife!”
a good steward, for he is upright and
ness, accentuated more thau illumined
He held out his glass toward the por generous, and lias such an affection for
Dy the even-spaced gas lamps, seemed to trait of a lady which stood in the cen you that I trust von will return It in
convey the idea of a deserted city—as ter of the mantelpiece. With fierce eyes some measure*.
May the peatv that
if man, awed by the devastation he had Tom look«*«! at the picture of a gentle well doing brings he yours. Accept my
wrought on fair Nature’s face, had fled lady sitting enthroned as a happy moth blessing. But. oil! my lad. why did
from his grim handiwork. Like virgin er, with her two children, one standing you ever leave your well-meaning but
souls engulfed in a mire of sin. the by her side, the other nestling in her blundering fa 1 her?
snowflakes fell silently and vanished in arms.
Thomas Harden.”
the grlmy-looklng water that flowed sul
“That your wife!" sahl Tom. Amaze
“Good news, old man?”
lenly underneath the bridge.
ment was followed by a quick gleam
“Yes. too «rood for me. I'll not lot
I “I beg your pardon.”
of hope. “You told me that you mar you read the letter. Li. Il is too sac
The lurch of a heavy body against ried Miss Arley’,’’
red
But I am off again, Li. I’ll write
the brooding man brought him back
“So I did,’’ Lionel’s eyes twinkled. this time to tell you how 1 get on.”
I sharply to the present. A belated trav “A health! To my wife!”
“Not without your breakfast, my son.
eler. the sound of his footsteps dead
“Your wife!” ami wonder I ngly Tom My wife will lx* down soon, and she
ened by the mantle of snow which by drank the toast. Lionel kept his broth will I m » (lis'ppnlnted if you go away
:his time had turned sidewalk and road- er served with the simple meal, and without seeing her. 1 told her the good
¡vay into one level highway, had slipped under the intluence of his surroundings news of your arrival.”
>n a snow-tipped heel and fallen against and the badly needed food, Tom seemed
"Well, all right. But after break«
the loiterer on the bridge. The latter, to forget everything else but to satisfy fast I must say good bye.”
so brusquely aroused to time and place, the craving of his hunger.
I “Berhaps.” said Lionel.
started at the sound of the other man’s
Lionel went to a desk, unlocked it and
He led his brother upstairs ami. with
voice, and peered, with set eyes, Into took out a square, him* envolpe, sealed
rare tact, left him after giving him the
his face. The recognition was mutual. and addressed in a firm, clerky band.
key of the ancient oak clothes «'best
¿‘Lionel!”
where their mother had kept their stock
“Tom !”
of household linen, their little baby
The tones of their voices differed;
shoos, and other trifles of fond remem
nne was of glad amazement, the other
brance. 'I’on 1 unlocked I he « host and
offtdtter Intensity.
with trembling hands drew out *tb®
| “My dear lad, who’d have thought of
clothes that In* hid left behind in his
meeting you here?”
hurried depart tire from his home some
Lionel held out his hand, but the
years before. Thon, after tubbing, ho
I proffered mark of friendship was un
dressed himself and waited.
heeded. With body erect and taut, in
The gong sounded. Lionel appear«*«!
I a voice which a blend of bitterness and
ami 1< h 1 the way downstairs to the
'anxiety made to tremble, Tom asked:
breakfast room. A pleasant fne<»d lady
“Did you marry Miss Arley?”
there was intrv>dm*ed as Lionel's wife.
“Yes,” returned the other.
Willi womanly inf nil ion she greeted
“Then I wish you much happiness!”
him as if lie were an old acquaint
snapped out the angry Tom, ami. turn
ance. and busied herself attending to
ing on his heel, strode off, not noticing,
the want of a little boy and girl who
in his hot mood, that he was going in
were clamoring lor "Aunt Bessie.”
[the direction which Lionel had been
Tom winced at the mime.
pursuing.
“D > you fake tea or coffee?” asked
For a few moments the latter stood
Ids hostess; hut sin* revived no reply.
looking at his brother’s retreating fig
Her brot'her in law bad half risen from
ure, then witli a smile of comprehen
his chair, liis eyes rivet«*«! on a lady
sion he hurried after the wanderer.
who sioo«l in tin* d«M>rway, her hands
“Come along home with me, Tom.
to “My Son Thomas.” I landing It to pro^Msl to her breast, her lissom, gray-
Ix*t us have a talk about old times.”
<la<! figure outlim*d against flu* <l<M»r's
“Do you imagine 1 have any desire 1 'rom, he said :
“Now, I’ll leave you for a minute or dark background. an«l swaying witli
ro discuss the past? My father drove
me from Ills presence with a bitter two while you read your epistle. I agitation. I’or a moment a d«*:id sl-
I lern-e fell on th«* ro«)m. 'I lien, with a
taunt. You married the one girl------ ” sha’n’t lx* long away.”
Softly closing the door, he crept up [ glad cry, Tom broke the s|>ell of as-
I “Come now, old fellow, look here; let
as deal plainly with each other as man stairs, chuckling to himself at every onishiii«*nt which enfolded him, and
: m * up in his place.
to man. Nay, you shall hear me. Where step.
“Bessie!”
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are you going to? What are you doing
“What a lark! Poor old Tom!”
Tom waited till Ills brother had closed
now? Down on your luck, eh?’’
“Tom!”
11<* st rod«» up to her.
“What is that to you? I want no the door, and then ripped open tin* <*n
“Yon walt«*«l for me, then—through
sympathy, not even justice, from any vol ope and took out the letter:
□f my own kin.’’
“My Son You ami I partial in anger. all these years?”
He staggered and, but for his broth You have gone away, I know not when*,
“Y«»s, Tom. I would have walf<*d for*
cr’s upholding arm, would have fallen. leaving your father and your brother over.”
The simple words went home
He
“Steady, old cha|, we’re nearly home. without a good-bye. You have not writ
You’ve been running yourself too fine. ten, and now in my last days I find dr«*w her to Idin, till 1 st head sank
Here we are!”
myself cut off from communication with ujM>n his lireast. Brokenly he murmur
By this time they had reached n my eldest son. But before 1 die I wish ed :
house which stood, an oasis of home to set down some particulars of which
“This Is too much hajiplnous. I nm
life, amidst the desert of warehouses, I feel you an* ignorant. Jacob Arley was not deserving.”
printing offices, and the like. The pon my enemy. The only crime he could
Lionel, who was almost choking him-
derous, polished knocker, the wide over accuse me of was that I married wlf In his efforts to «vnitiniio his break*
«tops, the arched fanlight over the door, your mother the girl ho professed to fast, nt last orb'd out:
the solid aspect of the building, told love, hut who did not love him. Three
“(’<nne «long, you two! Breakfast
of a time when merchants were con times in* tried to ruin me in business, Is getting cold.”- Ixmdon Tit-Bits.
tent to live anilfist the scenes of their but failed. When you told me that you
labors. With his left hand Lionel un loved his daughter ami wlshe<l to
Sllfchfiy Different.
locked the door and then supported and marry her, I forbade you,on pain of my
“Miss Gabble seems like n pleasant
helped Toni tip the steps into the hall displeasure, to think of such a thing. p«*rs<»n to talk to.”
and caused him to sit in a chair. Quiet When you persisted you were always
“Indeed? She doesn’t seem to think
ly refastening the front door, he turned stublH>rn- I threatened you with loss «01 ’
Into a small room ou a level with the of my favor and esteem, and to dis
“Why, how do you mean?”
hall. After lighting the gas he poked sunde you for I loved you, my son I
“She «penis to think she’s n pleasant
the Are, which had been left burning Informed you that your brother Lionel jierson to listen to” rhliade'phla
for him, into a blaze, placed a small had a claim u[sm Miss Arley’s affec Breas.
kettle on the fire, and returned to Tom, tions. So he had, but not upon tin*
Driven to It.
who sat, white and tired, looking at Miss Arley whom you and 1 quarreled
“Drinking is a matter of habit with
the portrait of a gentle-faced lady hung about. The woman your brother loved
opposite to hl in.
and has just married Is Miss Arley’s him, is it not?”
“Exactly; he goes on a tear every
“Now,- we’re right,'
Raid Lionel. cousin, and ts>re the same name. I ask
“Come In here, Tom.”
you to let the traitorous designs of your time his wife buys a new hat.”—Hous
He helped his brother to n cosy arm father’s enemey be the excuse for my ton Boat.
rhalr near the fire and biinlol t.l nwlf deception. I have since repented of It.
Grass widows nre never an green af
with wetting out some bread ano coM Before I go to Join your mother I wish
meat, which was ready cut, from a cup you to know, should this letter ever they pretend to be.
Through the Night