a wish,
Mino To a roi hcsido llin liill;
A heohive's hum shall sootho my oar,
A willowy brook that turns a mill
With many a oil ahull linger near.
Thn swallow oft hone nth my thatch
Shall twlttor from her clay-built nest;
Oft nhall tho pilgrim lift tho latch,
And skaro iny meal, a welcome guoat.
Around my ivipd porch shall spring
Each fragrant flower thatdrinksthodow;
And Ijiicy, at horwhoel nhall sing
In russet gown and apron bluo.
Tho vlllago chnrch among tho trees,
Whoro 11 rst our marrigB vows wcro given,
With many peals snail swell 1110 ureozo,
And point with taper spiro to heaven.
Samuol Hogers.
EVM AS STRilA'GERS.
"So yon wish to keep your secret from
Sir Lennox?"
"How could I toll him now?"
"Tho task may grow harder if you
wait. If lio is to becomo your friend,
Clytie, you must confide in him, or it
wero better ho remained always a
strangor."
The last words wcro uttered very
gently, but with an earnestness that
gave them a tone of authority ; and tho
girl to whom thoy woro addressed sat
silent, hor cyjs full of wistful thought.
"I cannot toll him," sho decides after
along iauso "what need is thoro?
Ho is nothing moro to mo than all tho
other mon and women I havomot. Why
should I toll him tho story of my lifo?"
"It would bo better, J think, dear,
no is unliko all UnCUthorH."
Olytio sighod, and liaised once more
into silouco
o
i It was evening calm, cool twilighP
after tho glaro and scorch of a July
nun and Olytio was sitting bononth tho
jioroh of a quaint, roso-covoredx-ottago,
that nestled like a groat bouquet amidst
tho folinjjo of a shady valley.
Lilyvalo it was called, nnd tho swoot
whito bulla clusteicdo thickly in tho
mossy nooks, making tho air fragrant
with their breath, as tho brcezo stolo
amongst thorn.
"It is becauso ho is unliko everybody
elso that T cannot let his friondshipnss
by mo, who said at length, a strango
weariness in hor voice. "I wish to
know him more."
"Then why not umko ytfnrsclf know
to him?"
Tho girl's pale fuoo flushed, and sli
pulled restlessly at somo honevsueklo
leaves growing up tho side of tho porch.
"I couldn't," sho answered, her eyes
suddenly growing misty. "I said I
would not long, long ago, and I shall
keep myoword. Don't speak about it
any more, donr Mas. Aubroy; you only
make mo nnserablo and Sir Lonnox is
tho Inst I would have know." q
"Very well, Olytio," laying a carress
ing hand on tho girl's shoulder. "lie
advised by your own heart, and act al
ways as you think would bo best for
your hnppinos; you aro loo truo not to
think wisiily."
Mrs. Aubrey bout and kissod tho
girl's soft cheek, then seeing her
thoughts had wandered away, sho loft
her and passed into tho houseo
Olytio was not loft long to indulgo in
her dreams. Somn one from u distance
seemed to hnvo waited this opportunity
ol spunking iilono with hor. Some ono
with a tall manly form, clad in an old
velvet suit, which lookod as if it had
homo tho water o many seasons.
Ho watkod leisuroly toward her, lift
ing his dusty folt hat with n vfi-y easy
grace as sho glanced in his direction.
"I am glad to eo you in tho midst of
your roses," ho exclaimed, in a deep,
rich voico, when he camo within spontf
Ing distance. "I was nfraid you woro
not very well, nnd might perhaps bo
prisoner. 1 am delighted to ilnd you
looking so bright."
A warm blindi had tinged hor oheoks
nnd lips at tho sight of him, and her
doir, Id mi eyes had grown stinngoly
brilliant under tlioir dark lashos.
"Whatmado you think 1 was ill?"
sho asked, steadily meeting his admir
ing guzo.
"1 heard somothing to that effect
when I was passing through tho village
just now, and strolled over to seo what
truth there was in tho rumor."
Olytio frowned.
"I wish peoplo would not intorfero
with what concerns thorn so little 1" sho
exclaimed, petulantly. "1 object greatly
to being niado a subject for villago
gossip."
"You should tako it as i compli
ment," ho replied, laughing. "I believe
nil who live within ten miles of this aro
your slaves, and would die at any mo
ment in your service myself not ox
eeptei'.," ho added, dropping down into
tin sent next to hor.
"J should be much obliged if you
would not talk such nonsense, Sir Leu
mo," sho said, coldly.
Ho looked hurt.
"Howaoon 1 displease you!" he mut
tired, a sudden enrnostnntis subduing
liis voice; "will you novor say ono kind
word tome?"
"Worol to, would you value that
word?"
"Try mo," with porsuasivo oagornes.'.
She id look her hoad.
"You have no right to exjM'et kind
new from me," slut mild. sadly, hur oyoa
noting reproachfully on his hamUoino
fare "No right f vun to auk for it."
"Do you think I nut Iom than hu
man V ho exclaimed bitterly. "Am 1
m ueoiimml tlut my II'.' in to be cant
into dntolutlon left void of all hope,
nil lghtV If you know how lonely, bnw
duik my Jayuuio, you would pit mol"
"I do pity you," with a llunlt of Kw-rn
tlml liurlwf oiuilly into hi on.
"hiA M I would limn von pUy inn,"
ho rt lorlud. hviidiiig hi Imttd t louk
iwlu Jivr "V"Ui vim lmo nndu
mo foci this bittcrncssl A wanderer's
lif contended mo till I found you hero
now I feel tho courso of tho bondago
that holds mo away Ixom you that
seals mo down to nn irrevocable fate;
I know now what I havo missed."
"His voico was broken with passion,
fiorce, vengeful, hopeless; nnd, rising,
lie paced restlessly up and down, his
hands clenched, his brow darkly knit.
Olytio watched him as though sho
would penetrate into his very soul.
"You speak so strangely," sho falter
ed; "I cannot follow you, sir Lonnox."
"How should you, whon you have so
littlo suspicion of tho truth 1 Ono
thing you must know that I lovoyou,
and my lovo has como too late, for tho
world holds a woman who calls herself
my wife."
Ho spoko with exceeding bitterness,
nnd his oyes grow hot nnd haggarans
the memory cf tho womnn to whom ho
had bound his fato, floated through his
brain.
Olytio evinced no surpriso nt his
0vords.
"I wonder you did not romombor this
sooner," was nil sho snid, and then
lookod right away from him.
"llcmembor! Do you think I hovo
over forgotten?" ho oxclaimed, pausing
abruptly in his impetuous walk. "You
cannot understand whnt it is to bo
bound to ono for whom you caro noth
ing ono who less to you than a
stranger 1"
"Perhaps I can; though Iimaginoyou
can scarcely havo felt your tie since you
camo to Stratford. Does Lady Kuthor
ford novor travel with you?"
"Xover. Wo do noi trend tho same
path through lifo; I could not havo
homo thnt. Sho was in tho south of
Prnnco whon I last heard of her; sho
may bo nt the North Folo now for all I
know; I only hopo wo shall never stand
sido bv sido ngnin on this earth. I
think of her as my worst enemy
through her my life's happiness(iia3
boen wrocked 1"
Olytio )alod, startled by tho pa?-
sionato bitterness vibralnng in Jus sub
ducd (ones. O
"now has sno wrojigoit-ymi " sue
asked, with that sumo ring of scorn in
hor words which seemed to strike in his
soul when sho said she pitied him.
"Js it not sullioiont wrong to mo that
sho is mv wifo" ho muttered, fiercely
"You havo not heard tho sTory, or you'd
understand."
"Will you toll moaomn day, Sir Lon
nox?" o HI tell you now it you liavo llio
pntience to listen," ho replied, gloomily.
"Tho story is soon told. My unolo
Hid last living relative I had on his
death bed forcod from mo nn ontli thnt
I would marry somo ono to whom ho
had left half his fortuno, so that his
wealth might descend to thoso who
rightfully boro his name. 1 declined to
havo any part in tho arrangeniont,
choosing to givo up tho money rathor
than marry a girl L had never seen.
My obstinacy exasperated him, and n
fnurfiil Hi'itim riimii'd. to end which I con
sented to do as hSNvished. I know if I
lid not 1 should be tho cnuso ol hasten
ing lus end. 1 need Hardly tell you tho
rest. Wo woro married, but it had been
previously agreed botwoon jntrselvcs
that wo should part immediately after
tho coremony, which wo did, and havo
never met to this day."
"How long ago did this happon?"
Olytio asked, hor sweet voice Hounding
very low anil (treaniliKo alter iiuturior
silenco that follow! his words.
"Last Novomber. It was a black,
dismal day; a lit day for such a compact
to bo sealed. It was moro luco u Mineral
than a marriage. I sltivored whon I
looked at my bride, for alio had wound
her veil about her like a shroud, and
tho hand she gave mo seemed to havo
tho chill of death upon it."
"Do you think do you think the cer
emony was ns natoiui to nor.'- invito
asked, gazing up at him with an expres
sion ho could not detlne.
"Inevorgavotho question a thought,"
ho replied, moodily; I supposo sho
didn't mind much, or sho would havo
rebelled and won tho day. Womend
mvo a knaoloof always gotting their
own way.
"Hut if tho old man would not bo
ontradieted if ho could not live or
dio in ponco till this mad whim was
gratified how could she flu his last
moments with reckless dissatisfaction
and pain? Even you had not tho heart
to hold out longer against his wish."0
"No: weak fool that I was! l tint not
fool tho weight of tho fetter I had forged
on my life till I wanted to uso my free
dom. It Iliad novor seen you, I should
never havo known what I had missed!
He took her hand, and for u second
hold it in a close, hot clasp; thon, drop
ping it suddenly, ho moved from her
sido nnd comnioncod his aimless pacing
up and down.
Ulytio wtuclicd nun wistiuiiy, nor
largo, innocent oyes more pitiful than
thov had been before, tho soft bloom
on her cheeks losing its richness.
"I am glad you havo told mo your
story," sho murmured, aftor a long
pause, uuablo to enduro mo silence any
longer; "1 may bo able to help you."
Ilo interrupted lior witii an impatient
gesture.
,J ...... . m mi i t.
What help is thoro tor mor- no no-
minded, har.flily, "my fato is sealed
with a curse. A home, a wife, tuo lovo
of littlo children aro denied mo. I am
tho most wretched outcast nmougst
mankind!"
"And yet you havo wealth?"
"Wealth that I loatho, sinoo it is tho
chain which holds mo beyond tho roach
of happiness I"
"You aro very bitter."
"Vory," he responded, with n short,
aching laugh. "Tho greatness of my
lovo for you tuulioi mo so."
Hho dfd not heed his words. Hor fair
head was bent, so that ho could not
look into her eye, or bo curtain whether
tint nigh ho hoard came from hor sweet
lip or from tho fluttering rose-leaves
drooping close ng.iiust her face.
"Do you over think of tho poor lone
ly ham! that felt like tho touch of death
in your olaspY" ulio luked, abruptly, as
though sIih feared to let his thought
dittdl loo long UH)ii herself "the hand
uu which y,u plmwd a wedding-ring!"
MHinuo 1 huvo known you, 1 tun wick
ed imouuh, komolimwi, to wuh tliut
it vein fiihUl uiuiy in tho until' I Deem
we u brutal, iu inhimuu, im you like,
hnt I cannot help it, for I lovo yon, and
her lifo falls like a shadow between us."
Olytio shuddered.
"Poor bridol" sho murmured, invol
untarily, nnd n strnngo, bitter light
camo into hor oyes.
"You pity her?" ho exclaimed, jeal
ously. "As much as I pity you," sho an
swered, steadily. "Her suffering must
bo ns great ns yours."
"Notunloss sho loves ns greatly."
"It is not impossiblo thnt sho may,"
Olytio returned, flushing slightly.
"If you know sho was as unhappy
and lonoly as you aro, if you knew thc
ceremony sho went through with you
had crushed all tho hopo in her life,
as it has in yours, would you fcol sorry
for her? Would you go to hor nnd tell
her you had forgiven her for being your
wifo? It was not her lault; sho only
oboyed tho samo dying wish that urged
you to tho step. Was it not so?"
Sho spoko so earnestly with ucU
onArtl lmtYiilWv Dnnu.Mil'nry In lior iitimi1.
M ,1 1.. ...! l,n fW
pollod to give her nn answer.
"You renson with mo as an angel
might," Itu muttered, gazing at her with
yearning passion. "If you had been
my g"'Ji6st' I beliovo you could
havo lod mo to heaven, my golden-haired
Olytio! Aro you to bo always like
somo fair, sweet saint, whom ri, would
bo sacrilcgo to touch?"
"Think of mo as what you ploaso,"
sho answered, hor oyes looking dreamily
up into his; "bnt whenever I nin in
your mind givo a kind thought to the
girl who shared that lonoly, empty mar
riage. "
"Is thi$ all tho comfort you will givo
mo?"
"Do you ofTor ns much to her?"
His lips grow whito.
"Yon havo no pity. Heavon forgive
mo you show mo whnt a bruto Inm!"
Sir Lennox brooded over thoso Inst
words of Olytio long alter ho had left
her tint evening.
"My puro-honrlcd lovo! How worth
iest 1 must 3eem to her!" ho thought,
bitterly, and again that dark hatred
roso in his heart against tho ono to
whom ho had given tho namo which
should have bound this girl'ti lifo to his.
All kind3 of mad, miserable fancies
throbbed through his brain, nnd ho
would havo sold his soul, if its prioo
coSld havo purchased him tho freedom
ho hnd signed away. YTlien his whole
heart and mind wero with Olytio, how
could ho givo ono kind thought to his
wifo? How show himself truo to tho
ono whom ho was in honor bound V"
Ho mot hor on tho following morn
ing, as ho was taking a meditativo wall:
by tho river tho clear Avon, that
gleamed liko a stream of light botween
its mossy banks. A gladness sho could
not conceal lit up her, faco at his ap
proach, and sho movod involuntarily to
meet him.
"If I did not understand you as well
Ido, do you know what I should bo
liovo?" ho asked, as ho took tho mnll,
gloved hand in a firm clasp "that you
aro glad tr?seo mo."
"I am," sho said, n softsmilo trem
bling over hor lips; thon sho drew kor
hand slowly from his, and looked dotwii
at tho swift river flowing at their feet.
Tho blood rushed hotly to Sir Len
nox's brow,. How sho torturod him!
this sweetpdrennij-oyed child, whom
ho had mot iu his restless wandering
this winsyuio stranger, who in a low
summer days hnd won tho deep, Qrong
lovo of his lifo! sho had btvden him
bo true to himself to seek his happi-
noss with tho ono who boro his name
yet in Uiojpuro trtro sho lifted to his
o lie read thosocret ol her soul, and
hTa
oves grow darklv passionato as ho
watched hor. n
"I think f am mad!" ho mutrovfcd.
seizing hePhand almost llorcely. "This
cannot go on much longer, Olytio you
aro wearing mo out heart and soul.
Olvtie, aro you playing with mo, or nro
- . . ! II .
yim in earnest; are you wonting mis
storm in mo for pastijne, or do you lovo
m?"
Ho spoke hoarsely, liko ono wrung
with a groat agony, and sho felt his
strength tromblo as ho hold hor toward
him. O
Thoro was no need for her to speak.
Ho heard the broken gh, saw tho
hushed passion in hor pleading oyes,
nnd know that m this wild moment
lovo had swoptasido all calmer feelings.
ilo nut out his nrms, nnd drew lior to
his heart, and silently ho gazed into tho
sweot face drooping ngainst his breast.
This was the bitterest trial of all. hlio
loved him, and in this breathless,
tranco-liko spell seemed to loso herself
moro utterly than ho did.
Ho held her to him, as ho would havo
held hor had sho boon dying resigned
to the unutterable despair that soon
would loavo him desolate. His hourt
was breaking.
Olytio know tho misory sho Had
wrought in him, and as sho looked into
his haggard eyes forgot all olso savo
tho lovo that was wrecking his lifo, savo
that now ho was patient.
With a sudden linpulso slio nestled
closor in his arms, and, lifting her face,
pressed hor hot brow against his check.
Tuo lips, so dangerously noar, mot, nnd
Olvtio trembled and clung to him with
half-shrinking passion, wlnlo tho
warmth of his kisses lingorod on lior
face.
"My darliug! my darling!" he ex
claimed, his faco lit tip with n wild rni
ture. "Do you mean this for farowell ?
Is this parting? Even parting is sweet
Olytio, if it is this!"
liis voico was brokon in its impassion
ed tenderness, and ho crushed her closer
to him, as though ho would draw hor
right into hU soul. Clytie hid hor faco
on his breast. Sho wnsquivoring from
head to foot, and a hot mist had gath
ered in her violet oyes. After a littlo
while she let him lift her head.
"You havo not answered mo yot,
Clytie," ho said, his hand trembling tw
it rested on hor bright hair. "Is this
farowell?"
Thi.i time there wb j no shrinking iu
tho gaze that met his, and sho tried to
draw herelf away irom him.
"If 1 have at relict h to send you, havo
you not htrongth to go, to keep faith
with vour wife?" alio asked ttoflly.
A uark frowuompt over hit brow.
"Why will you thriut that always bo
tweou iuV" ho muttored liercoly. "My
lovn tuy lovo I M we forM
"For got mo?"
"No, no, Clyticfl) neaven help mo!
Hint other."
"Do youUhink I could caro for you if
I know you woro falso to hor?" tho
bravo, young voico scarcoly above a
whisper.
"If you loved mo," ho said, bitterly,
"you would not caro if I forgot tho
whole world, so that I wcro true to
you."
"I do lovo you!" sho murmured, a
strange, romulou3 glow glorifying her
face. "Moro dearly than you can im
ngino; but tho lovo you havo olfored mo
must ha given to your wifo."
Sir Lennox released her as though
sho had stung him. His lips wero
whito, and his oyes glittered with a
trnngo, dull light.
Tho rush of tho river filled up tho
silence, nnd tho sunbeams glistoning
through tho leaves threw a golden radi
nnco over Olytio's white dress. Uulgto
Sir Lennox tho world had grown sud
denly dark and void of every sound of
lifo. Ilo took n fow hurried stops
backwards nnd forwards, thonpauscd
again in front of Oiytje.
"Will you say good-bvo, Olytio V7- ho
said, huskily. "Will you givo mo your
hand in forgiveness?"
Somothing in his changed voico in
his aching 0V03, startled her. A wild
fenr bounded into hor heart. Without
a word she toro off hor glovo nnd hold
kpr loft hand townrds him tho hand
which only onco boforo had been bared
in his presence.
He recoiled from tho touch almost
with loathing. A wedding-ring circles
the marriage-finger I
"You have deceived mo!" ho exclaims,
looking from tho littlo, trembling hand
to tho sweet face bent ovor it. "Heaven
forgivo you ! Mino is not the only heart
you havo broken I"
Ho turned and would liavo left hor-
perhaps for over; but with n quick
movement Olytio throw herself boloro
him.hor faco whiter than his, her eyes
full of frightened pain.
"Lennox Lonnox ! won't you liston
won't you tako your wifo's hand
now?"
Ho put his hand to his brow nnd
regarded her wildly, wondoring wheth
er ho or sho wero mad. "My wifo's
hand?" ho muttered.
She clung fervonshly to his arm,
and lai 1 her face ngainst his breast.
"Cannot you understand, Lonnox?"
sho cried, piteously. "You mot mo and
did not know me, and I wanted j'ou to
lovo me, for I wa3 so lonely, Lennox.
Will you forgivo mo for lotting you
fall in lovo with tho wifo you hated?"
"Jfosoized hor hand nnd looked hard
at the ring. Then with a fow broken
words of thanksgiving, ho drew her to
his heart nnd covared her ,aco with
passionato kisses.
"My darling, why did you not toll
mo sooner:" ho asked, after a short,
sweet pause: "you might havo spared
mo a great heartache."
Sho pavo a shy, happy smilo.
"I wanted to test its strength boforo
I took a love given ngainst your will."
"I dosnrvod all I sull'erod," ho said,
lifting to his lips tho warm, .vhito hand
sho had laid on his breast. "Did Au
brey know how you wero punishing
me?"
"I never told her," Clytie nnswerod,
a v.ild-r)))o flush tinging her cheeks;
"alio did not know my husband's namo."
"My sweet Cly tio ! To think I should
hnvo-jived all these months unconscious
of tho treasure, ,1 possessed! Thank
heaven wo mot, littlo fairy oven as
strangers."
Tho Strangcy Was Surprised.
From tho Philadelphia Timos.
"Well, I ueyor saw tho liko."
Such was tho
oxclamation I. -.heard
whilo whizzing nloujj in an express
train of tho Now York, Lako Erio and
Westorn Railroad tho other day. Iliad
been deeply Jmmorsod in a novel nnd
had not notimKHmt tho weather had
changed and that it was raining. "Oh,
that's nothing; wo seo it ovory spring
and fall." Tho speaker wasa brakoman
and his remark was addressed to tho
man who had novor soon tho liko. Tliot
lattor had arisen from tho soatui fronO
of mino to got n drink of water and had
hal'd to gazo out of tho opposito win
dow. Tho brakeman stood by his sido
and continued: "That's nothing; this
is tho dividing lino botwoon rain aud
snow nt this season."
Glancing from my window on tho
30iith t-ido of tho car I saw tho pano
mottled with raindrops and a board
fence running piur.llel to tho track black
with wot. Then peeping out of a win
dow on tho north sido I understood tho
stranger's sucpriso. Tho ground on
thnt sido of tho track was gray with
snowllakos oiul thoy woro still falling.
J"Tho dividing lino how?" stainmor
ed tho man addressed by thnbrakomnn.
"Why, thw is tho point whoro the di
viding lino botwoon rain-storms and
snow-storms crossas this road," said tho
brakeman. "Of courso I don't mean
that every storm horo is snow to tho
north of us and rain to the south of us,
hut nt just this soason of tho year a
storm is Biiro to bo divided within a
quarter of a milo of this spot, not fnr
from Allendale."
"How do you explain it?" I asked.
"Explain it?" said thobrikemnn. "I
don't protend to. 1 only know our
trainmen havo noticed it for years every
spring and fall in this neighborhood if
a storm camo up at tho right season.
Somo folks as is wiser than I say that
tho air from tho sea impregnates tho
other air as fnr inland ns this warms it,
whilo beyond this belt of country tho
breath of'thoGulf Stream, as you might
cull it has no olTect. Hut 1 don't know
I can't tell. 1 just know it'a this wny
pnst u year, ns you can seo for your
self." mid ho vanhdicd iu tho direction
of thobaggago car.
It is only onco iu 'I'll yoars that the
gaventeon-yoar And tho thirtoon-yoar lo
custs go into bnsiuofis partnership, and
this is tho year.
Thoro is said to bo a tendency in
trade olrole to crowd tho jobbers to
iiio wall during tho business depression.
SPACE THAT AGED OAK.
Woodman, pparo that treot
l Touch not a singlo huughl
In youth it sheltered me,
And I'llprotoct It now.
'I'was my forelather's hand
That placed It noar his cot;
Thore, woodman, let it stand;
Thy ax shall harm it not.
That old familiartree,
Whoso glory and renown
Are spread o'er laud and aca
And wouldn't thou hack it down?
Woodman, forhear thy stroke 1
Cutnot its oirth-hound tics;
O, spare that ai;od oak,
low toworing to tho skies!
Whon hut an idlo hoy
I sought its grateful shado;
In all thoir gushing joys,
Horo, too, mv sisters played.
My mother kite'od mo horo;
My father pressed my hand
Forgivo tho foolish tear;
lint lot that old oak stand.
My heart-strings round theo cling,
Closo as thy hark, old friend;
Here shall tho wild-hird sing.
And still thy hrani-hes bond.
Old tree! tho ptorm still bravo I
And, woodman, leave tho spotj
Whilo l'vo a hand to savo,
Thy ax shall harm it not
r Oeorgo 1'. Morris.
STONES OF GREAT WAVES.
c
An Old Sea Captain Tolls of Wonders Per
formed By Storm Wavos.
New York Tribune.
Ortptufti Parselle, of ;tho Whito Stnr
Btcamship Adriatic, has beon plowing
tho boundless main theso forty years
Ho has navigated every ocean nnd nl
most every known body of water largo
enough to float a ship. During recent
years ho has commanded somo ono
of tho Liverpool steamers of the
White Star Lino, and has thousands of
ncnunintancc3 in this city who know
well what au honost, blulf, straightfor
ward old sea dog he is. This introduc
tion to tho Tribuno renders would bo
wholly unnecessary but for tho miracu
lous naturo of the stories which nro to
follow, and which, saya Captain Pnr
solle, "aro as truo and sure as that tho
sun in now shining at us horo on my
deck." O , o
Tho conversation which had preceded
theso wonderful tales had referred to
tho storm wavo latoly encountered in
rnid-occan hy tho Hermnnie. Tho cap
tain explained what sort of n sea it was.
Tho nowspnpers called it a tidnl wave,"
ho said, "but it was nothing of tho sort.
Tidal waves only occur in bays, firths,
and rivers which aro so situated ns to
bo peculiarly sensitive to tho influences
of tho moon nnd of gravitntiou. At
least that is iiow meterologists explain
thorn. But though I have stndipd their
theories with laborious caro, T havo on
rountcrcd tidal waves that had an origin
fnr moro snbtlo than in tho local situa
tions that mako water especially oxcit
ablo. "For instance, T saw a tidal wave
aco from u high bluff on tho banks of
tho Ganges. It was a pcrpondiculnr
wall of water advancing at tho rato of
about twonty miles an hour. It was
porfocHy straight, except at tho very
ton, whoro it crested into a foam that
had not strength enough to fall. It
was about seventeen foot high. Hint
wasapuro tidal wave, and I havo never
vctr been ablo to work out its origin or
cause.
"Xow a storm wave, such as struck
tho Germanic, is a very different thing,
nnd is oxplicablo upon thoroughly well
dofined metoorologieal principles. Tho
wind in n first-class ocean storm is hopo-
lessly erratic-1 I havo known it to blow
from every point ot the compass wituin
half an hour. It blows with terrific
forco and o prturse, creates tremend
ously heavy seas in every direction
whouco it blows. Tho sea recovers very
slowly, so that after tho wind hns
voored from- south to north, tho seas
como ot you ingulfing waves in every
concoivablo direction. Now, thoro is a
point where tho inlluenco of all thoso
soasnnito, producing a wavo thnt reach
es incrediblo altitudes with n forco that
is simply irresistible. That is a storm
wavo, and that is what knocked tho
Germanic. NiPseaman can locato it,
nnd if you happen to bo in its path all
you can do is tako it.
"Havo I ovor encountoredono? Woll,
I should say so. I don't often tell theso
stories, for' if a man Wis many of them
ho is in dangor of losing his reputation
for varaeity. Tho yarn I am going to
spin now, howovor, is truo. It is my
own oxperionce, aud whether anybody
belioves it or not, it is so. Thirty-thrco
yoars ago I was tho chief oflicor of a
900-ton ship. Wo sailed between Lon
don nnd India. Ono exening, when a
fow hours out from London, in tho Eng
lish Channel, tho timo camo to relievo
tho watch. That was 8 o'clock. Tho
sky was a littlo murky ,but not absoluto-U-
nlmtilv. Tho channel waters wero
calm. Tho breeze was fresh, bbwinj?
from tho west at such a rato as to com
pel us to sail under a reefed mainsail
and double-reefed topsails. On our lee
nidn was a brig. My cajtain and I
woro standing together on deck. I had
given orders for tho watch to bo called,
nnd they wero thon assomblod on tho
poop deck. Tho captain said to mo,
'Mr. Parsollo, I think tho light ought
to bo visible by this timo' meaning tho
Eddystono light. 'Suppose 1 go aloft
and'look,' I nnswored.
"I went up the rigging till I got about
sixty foot aloft, and suddonly, when
just in that perilous position, I heard a
terrible shout from tho deck. I looked
down to see what was tho matter, nnd
just ns I did so a mountain of water
struck us amidships. It picked mo
right off my foot and hurled mo clear
through tho riggiug, flattened mo
agaiust tho mast wheuco I foil down in
to tho maintop. Tho rest of what hap
poned I discovered aftor recovery. Thn
wavo took off every strip of rigging and
canvas, all tho yards, boats and nrms,
and loft tho ship with only hor masts
standing. Wo ran buck to tho Islo of
Wight, and anohored in tho Solent to
ascertain tho extent of tho damage, and
wo (Uncovered the most wondorful thing
of all. Tho ship had been sheathed
with copper, and that wave hud stripped
its top shoot off for oighty foot of tho
ship's length, as clean ns a mechanic's
niiftirs could havo dono!
"How did it happon? Don't ask mo.
I supooso there may havo boon a littlo
holo In the copper, and tho water was
forced into it with such immoasurablo
power ns to hnvo tho effect I havo de
scribed. Hut you romombor I told you
there wns a brig to tho leoward of us.
Tho next morning wo saw her lying
astern of us in tho Solent. Her masts
wero gone, nnd if nn nrmy of carpenters
had been nt work clearing of her deck,
they could not havo left her moro bar
ren than that wavo did. ller watch
had been swept overboard nnd every
man of them lost.
"Woll, that was a storm wavo for
you, but I struck ono in 1877 that wa3
much moro remnrkablc. I was off thoi
coast of Japan, captain on ono of tho
finest steamships nlloat. Wo wero in a
typhoon. They call them typhoons
there, but thoy avo identical in chnractor
with our own cyclono and tho African
tornado. It was an awful storm, tho
worst I over saw. Tho wind howled and
shrieked and raved liko a million of do-,
mons loosed from tho Styx. Tho seas
struggled with each other for our pos
session, nnd roared tho most infernal
nciso as thoy broke pver us in picrcilc3!i
force, ri'i10 By was inky, but not a'
drop of wator fell. My chief officer
nnd myself woro standing on the hridgo
directing tho helm, Suddenly.directly
in front of its, about a hundred yards
Pvny, I saw a most prodigious mount
nin of wator". Its towering crests was'
sploubod into a whito foam, nnd ap
peared just between tho two yards of
tho rnnst. Abovo tho hellish din of tho
storm I conld hear the awful baso roar
of that monster wavo as it camo toward'
us liko a steam-engine. I turned to
my officer. Uis faco was as whito as
chalk. i
"Hero's tho Inst of our pood boat, my,'
boy," I said, and turned her noso right
into tho wavo.
"Hor bow roso until wo wcro almost
pcrpondiculnr. I almost thought wo
should bo thrown over. Tho crest
struck us and blinded mo po that I
could not soo. And then, so sure as I
nm an hottest man, her bow fell and
her keel roso, and wo passed over that
most terrific wavo as gently ns a chip
ovor a mill pond ripplo ! I never was so
dumbfounded in my life, for I fully ex
pected that moment to bo tho last that
ship would over know. Theso two
yarns, mind you, aro my own personal
exporionces, and T givo my word of
honor for their truth.
"About thrco weeks ngo on my last
trip back to England wo called at
Queenstown. Them I met my friend,
Mr. Thomas Grnyvtho secretary of tho
London Hoard of Trade, a thoroughly
well-known man, whoso word is as good
n3 his bond. Ho told mo in good faith
tho following storv and said ho knew it
to bo truo: Somo timo apro, precisely
whon I don't just now romombor, a now
light was being put in tho Eddystono
lighthouse. This house, you know
stands on a solid rock, which the sea
entirely covers nt high water.-, Tho
buildinc is a circular iron towor, hollow
in tho center, and about nine feet in
diameter. Tho materials which wero
used to fix tho now light wero brought
by steamers to tho rock, and holos wero
opened in tho baso of tho lighthouso.
through which tliey wero admitted into
this hollow space. Then thoy wero
hoisted up by derricks to tho toj of tfio
lighthouse.
' Ono nfternoonniio son ot tho arem-
toct, a young man just about ot ago,
was standing nt tho top ofOLho tower,
looking down into tho hollow spaco, n
distance of a hundred nnd forty feet to
tho rock below. Suddenly ho became
dizzy slid foil headlong into tho abyss.
Just nt that opportune and Providential
moment a storm wave, such as 1 lmvo
been describing, broko against the
light houso. Tho holo in its base had
not been closed, atnt iu tho twinkling
of an ovo, at tho very moment tho young
man leu, tno water rusneu in uirougu
theso holes, up tho hollow tower, and
received tho falling form. Hcceding
immediately, tho water loft him, alive
and nono the wO.-so for his ducking, oiO
tho rock at tho towers basol
"Tho sea saves lives as woll as de
vours them. "'
Would Iiilgs Her Hnshryid When
She Got Acquainted Witli Him.
"I married a queer couplo once,"
writes a Now England minister, "a short
timo boforo I camo to Hoston. Tho
man had just entered upon his profes
sion which we will call that of n physi
cian, nnd had dotorminod upon his
plnco of settlement. Tho young lady,
a bright, intelligent, well educated girl
who knew tho ways of socioty, hnd
made up her mind thnt sho would marry
doctor, and finally sho hnd brought
matters around in n quiet, womanly
w,jy to tho point of his asking for her
hand and. heart, nnd of courso sho
yiolded. Tho ncqunintnnco had been
astonishingly brief. Thoy wero hardly
noquainted whon I was summoned to
marry thorn. Ho was very skillful and
dovoicd to his profession, which ho had
mastoied well for a young man in theory
and practice lint ho know loss of tho
ways of tho world and customs of social
lifo than any other man I ovor mot. Ho
was on tho point of starting for his
now homo tho very next day
after the marriage, nnd with tho ut
most uncoucorn regarding the proprie
ties of tho occasion, had packed up nil
his apparel ready for tho journey. Ho
was stopping at tho houso of a friend,
who at tho last moment, lato in tho af
ternoon, discovered that tho bridegroom
did not havo a ehaugo of linen to dress
with. Hurriod consultations woro had,
and his hostess, with a woman's roa-Ji-ness
for emergencies, took the measuio
of his collar and waist, wont down just
ns tho stores wero about to cIojo and
purchased tho desired articlos, which
the bridegroom accoptod w-ith tho ut
most equanimity nnd ns if tho articles
woro not of much conseqnenoe anyway.
They went away, and in a few days the
brido wrote a lettor to ono of her
friends, in whiah sho romarked with
charming naiveto: 'Wo had a good,
pleasant journoy, and I lound my hus
band to bo quito ontortaiuing. I think
I Miall liko him first rato whnn I get
cquaintetl with him.' "Hartford
nourior.
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