A NEW YEAR'S SONG. Tlic worlil Is full of mystery, Wlik-h no otis uiHli'rNuwl: What In before our eym M The work of IlimiVn tmmli; Hut wlieniii unci when ami liy they wrought Xjcnpc the grasp of bumnu thotixlit. There wam a time when we were not, And there wilt he uirnln, When we nuwt mum and lie forgot. With nil our Joy ami pain (lone like the wind, or like tha raotr That fell a thousand yroi-s ai;o. We live a If we nhoul 1 not die, llllndly, lint wiHely, too; Fit if we knew Unit death wan nigh What would we any or do. But fold our arm and lime our eye And care no more who lin-a or dlinf If ik-olh to each man In hia turn Is eomlns noon or luui. De ours the noldior'a tmoonoi'ni, Anil hia counwuoua fate; Ilettr to perlah In the atrife Than to prowrro the cownrd'i life. New Year, If you were bringing youth, Aa you am bringing nee, I would not liuve It back; In aooth, I have no strength to wage Lost Ivttt.k over. It them be; Kury your dead, 9 metnory I You ran bring nothing will surprise. And nothing will dismay, No tours again in theso old eyes. No darkness In my day. You might bring light nud sniilis Innte-aJ If you could glvo iik back my dead, I huve behold your kin. New Year, Full fifty timin, ami nono Thru wns happy, and ho donr, I wept when it was done. Why should we weep when years deport, And leave tlwir ashes In tlio heart? Cood-by, since you are gone, Old Year, And my past life, (rood by ! I shed no tear upon your bier, For it Is well lo die. New Year, your worst will bo my best What ean an ok! man want but rest -Richard Ileury S tod. I art In Philadelphia Ledger. THE WRECK. It was the olst of December. I hnd breakfasted with my old friend George Qarin. The oervnnt brought him let ter covered with foreign stamps. "You allow me?" George asked. "Certainly." And ho began to read tho eight pages closely covered with an English hand. Ho read slowly and with serious atten tion; with tho interest yon take in that which touches you. Thtn he placed tho letter upon tho mantel and said: That is a strange adventuro of which I never told you; sentimental, however, and which happened to me. That was a singufcir New Year's day. It was twenty years ago. I was 30 then, and am 50 now. I was inspector of tho in surance company of which I am now president. I was preparing to spend few Year's day in Paris, as it is the custom to make a holiday of it, when I received a letter from one of the direct ors ordering me to leave immediately for the island of Re, where a three deck er from St. Nazairc, insured by us, was wrecked. It was 8 o'clock in tho morning. By 10 J was at the office for instructions, and that night I took the train and reached La Rochello nest morning, the jist of December, I had two hours in which to vioit the city beforo sailing for Ro, and spent them admiring tho odd, severe architecture, its crooked streets, the sidewalks covered with arcades, not nnlike the Rue Rivoli, but lower, darker and more mysterious, that seem built for a scene of conspirators; the old and striking scenery of the religions wars, wars both savage and heroic. When I left La Rochelle it was one of those dark, oppressivo days, crushing thought, depressing the heart; a cold, gray day, darkened by a heavy fog, wet as rain, cold as ice, noisome as the smell of a sewer. Under this ceiling of low nnd sinister fog tho yellow sea was without movement, without life, a sea of muddy, greasy, stagnant water. The Jean Gin ton "slid upon it, rolling slightly from habit, cutting tho thick, smooth -.licet and leaving behind a few waves which quickly subsided. I began talking to the captain, a small man, as round and well balanced as his Jjoat. I wanted to learn the details of the accident I was going to investigate, and which I correctly inferred ho would bo able to furnish mo. We were in the meantime sailing along the island of Re. Extending his hand ho pointed out a miall speck in the midst of tho sea and said, "There is the vessel." "The Marie Joseph?" I asked. . "Yes." I was as tounded. Tho speck was fully three miles from shore. I resumed, "But, captain, there must be twenty feet of water there." Ho laughed. "Not two Teet, I tell you. It is high tide now at 0 o'clock. Go along tho beach after break fasting and I promise that at 8 o'clock you will reach the wreck with dry feet; you will have two hours to spend there, but no more, by the way, or you would be caught by the tide. The further the tido recedes the faster it returns. This joust is as fiat as a bedbug." I thanked the captain and went for ward to watch the little city of St. Mar tin, which we were rapidly approaching. The city resembles all those miniature ports which serve as capitals for tho mall islands friuging the continent. It i a large fishing village with ono foot :i water and one on land; supporting ife.on fish and chickens, vegetables and ..hell fish, radishes and mussels. It is low, but little cultivated, though thickly populated. After breakfasting I crossed a small promontory; then, as the tido was going . . ut I continued ucrosa the sands in the lirection of a largo black spot, far oway, I wulUed fast ou this yellow plain, as uuitio as tieea and seeming to sweat un- :cr my f.set. A minute ago tho sea was i ere; now I could no longer distinguish 10 line separating tho sand from the :;ean. The Atlantio had disappeared like a ceiie uown the trap uoor of a theatre, ind now 1 walked in the midst of a de ji't. Only the salt smell remained; the imell of sea weed, the smell of the wave, .ho good and pungent smell of the coast. 1 wulked fast and looked at the wreck. which increased in size as I approached mxX u.ow appeared lute an immense whale, It seemed to start from the ground, nnd on tb yellow and extendtnl plain took gigantic proportions. Sho l;iy ujion one . siilr, split, broken, showing like the ribs nf an unimal her broken bones, her 1 uvs of tarred wood jrierced with immense nails. The sand had invaded her and held anil posnonnel her, and wonld never i let her go. Sho nppeurexl to have taken i root in the sand. The bow was deeply , lmlieilded in tho soft and treacherous Ixittom, whild tho stern seemed to throw ngninst tho sky, like a despairing cry fr help, tho words Mario Joseph written in white on a dark ground. 1 climbed on this corpse of a ship on tho lowest side, nnd, once on deck, went inside. Tho sun, cnt'Ting through tho oH'n porthole nnd cracks in hnr silo, lightened saJly those long, dark caverns fiiled with broken woodwork. I commenced taking note n tho condition of tho vessel. I sat upon an empty, broken barrel nnd wrolo by the light entering a slit, through which I saw tho limitless extension of Iwich. A shudder, born of tire cold and solitude, ran through mo from time to tirao, and I stepped writing occasionally to listen to ths vague nuiws of tho wreck, tho lioiso of tho crabs scratching tho coadago with their crooked claws; of tho numer ous tiny r.nininla of tho sea already de vouring thij dead Ixxly; to tho soft and regular sound of tho shtpworai gnawing tho woodwork. Suddenly I heard voices near me. 1 started up. I thought for mi instant 1 was in tlu presence of some drowned wretch who wanted to tell me of hi death. I quickly climbed on deck and saw a tall gentleman with three ladies. They wore evon more startled than I nt seeing mo emerjo upon tho desk vt tho abandoned vessel. Tlio youngest of the three rushed off; tho others caught their father's arm; ns to him. ho opened his mouth, tho otily sign of emotion he showed. After iv tsocond ho upoko. "Yon must bo tho owner of this chip?" Yes." "Can I visit her?" "Yes." Ho murmured a few words of thanks, and eeem;; ho was looking lor a pJaco to climb I showed him the easiest, and as sisted him up. Ho joined me and then we helped tho young girls. They wero charming, particularly the eldest, a blonde of eighteen, as fresh as a rose; so delicate, so dainty. Really English women are like sea fruits. That ono hx)ked as if she might have sprung from the sand, and her hair hud retained its color. They remind one, with their exquisite froshnoss, of delicate pink shells of mother of pearl, beautiful and mysterious, born in the deptlis of the ocean. Sho spoko French more fluently than her father and acted as interpreter. 1 had to give the history of the wreck; many of the details 1 invented as if 1 had assisted at tho catastrophe. Then tho whole family went below. When they reached tho gloomy gallery they took out their sketch books and began to draw tho scone. Tho eldest daughter while working spoko to me, and 1 learned that they had come from Biarritz expressly to Bee the wreck. They had nono of tho English haughtiness. They wero cimplo enthu siasts; some of those eternal wanderers with which England covers the globe. The father, tall and wiry, his rod ftce framed in whito whiskers, a living sand wich, a slice of ham fashioned into a face between two pads of hair. The daughters littlo growing stilts, thin also, except the eldest; pretty all three, par ticularly the eldest. Site hod such a quaint way of speaking, of laughing, of understanding and not understanding. of raising her eyes to qnostion me, eyes as blue as deep water; of interrupting her drawing to guess, of resuming her work, of saying yes and no, that I could have staid there forever listening and looking. After awhile she exclnimed. "I hear a noise." 1 listened and distinguished a slight sound, unusual nnd continuous. What was it? I rose to look through a crack and gave a loud cry. Tho sea was upon us. In no timo wo would be sur rounded. We were on deck in an in stant. It was too late. The water en compassed us and was rushing toward shore with great rapidity. The English man wished to rush forward. I held him back; flight was impossible on ac count of the deep pool that we had to avoid in coming, and into wlvich wo would probably fall in attempting to re turn. It was a moment of horrible ag ony. Then the young English girl ex claimed, "We are tho ones who are wrecked!" I wanted to laugh, but I was strangled by fright; a cowardly, awful fright, low and treacherous. And this tide. I realized all the danger of our position and wanted to cry for help. To whom? The youngest girls cowered against their father, who in consternation watch ed tho boundless sea around us. And night was coming as rapidly as tho tide; a heavy, damp darkness. We remained there half an hour, an hour, 1 hardly know how long, looking at the yellow water which thickened and boiled and played upon tho recouquered beach. One of the girls complained of the cold, and we thought we would go in for protection against the light but cold breeze which stung our faces. I leaned over the trap door. Tho ship was full of water and we were obliged to crouch against the stern, which gave us some protection. Night was now upon us and we drew closer together, surrounded by water and darkness. I felt the shoulder of the young English girl, whose teeth chattered at times, tremble against mine. I also felt the soft warmth of her body. and that wai-mth was to me as delicious a kiss. We uo longer spoke; we were liiirtionloss, silent, crouching like ani mala in a ditch during a storm. And somehow, in spite of all; in spite of tho darkness, in spite of the terrible and growing danger, I commenced to feel huppy at being there, happy at the cold and danger, at the long hours of agony to be passed on those plunks, so near that pretty delicate English girl. I woudered why this sensation of joy'pene- tiatodme. Why? Who can say? Was it because sho was there? Who was she? A littlo unknown English girl, I did not love her. I did not know her, and ret I felt touched, conquerod. I would hare given iny life for hers. Stratigo that tlio presence of a wom;ui can so uj t us! Is it the power of beauty which anvelopes us? the allurements of youth that liko wine makes us drunk? Or is it touch of Love, tho mysterious, who tries without cessation to unite two people? that tries his power as sxm as ho has brought man and woman together nd petietrntes them with nn emotion, subtle and profound, as one moistens the earth to make flowers grow? Tlio silence of tho darkness Wcamo 'rightful, and the sileuco of tho heavens, for wo heard around rs the monotonous wash of the sen against the side of tho ship. After nwhilo I heard a sob, Tho mmllest of tho girls wns crying nnd her father tried to con.-ole. They sjxilto in English. I turned to my is-ighixir. "Aro you cold?" "Yes, very." I want ed her to tnko my clonk. Sho refused, but I had takrn it o!T, and wrapped it around her against hur wish. I:i the slight struggle her hiuul touched mine and sent a delightful thrill through me. Tho wind had Iwvsomo sharper nnd the waves now broke with greater force against tho sides of tho ship. I raised myself np and felt a rush of nir against my face. The wind w;is rising! Tlu Englishman noticed it at the name time nnd remarked, "That is IhuI." It certainly wss Wl; it meant certain death if the waves, no mutter how small, struck n'jl shook tho wreck, already so broken and disjointed that tho first largo one would deux '.ish it. Then onr agony inerounod from second to second with the rise of tho wind. Now th wnvtM Vroko and I saw in tho darkness tho white lino of foam appear oud disappear, while every wove shook tho frumo of tho Mario Joseph with a shudder thnt readied tvt. I felt tho English girl tremble against um I v.'os conscious of a wild impulse to take her in my arms. Beforo s, to right, to left, lxdiind us tho lighthouses were shining on tho coasts white, red, yellow; revolving, H!:o eyes of giants looking at us, watch ing eagerly for our destruction. One of them in particular irritated inc. That ono was a perfect eye, opening uiid shut ting its fiery pupil. From timo to timo tho Englishman strnck a match to hxk ttt tho hour; then he wonld replaco bin watch iu his pocket. Suddenly lto said aloud and witli per fect seriomsiifHR, "Sir, 1 wish you a happy New Year!" It was midnight I offered my hand, which he sho-k; tlren he said something in English to the girls, who beevm to sing "God Save the (ueen." At first I felt liko laughing; then I was seized by a strong, quaint emotion. There was some thing superb and sinister about this song of these wrecked xvple; something of prayer and also greater and comparable to the"AveCueur, morituri to salutamus.'' When the song was ended I asked my neighbor to sing alone, a ballad, anything she pleased, to help us forget our situa tion. She consented. Her fresh, pure voice rose upon the night. It was doubt less something sad as the notes lingered and rose slowly, like wounded birds, above the waves. The sea had risen and now struck against the wreck. I thought of nothing but the voice and of the sirens. My tor tured spirit was lost iu dreams. Was she not a siren, this girl who had kept me on this rotten Ixmt, and who in a minute wonld txa ingulfed with lite? We nil now rolled violently upon the deck, Tho Marie Joseph hum turned upon the other side. The English girl fell on me, and seizing her fei my arms, madly and without knowing it, without under standing, believing this was our last sec ond of life, I kissed her lips, her temples, her hair. The vessel no longer moved, nor did we. Her father called Kate, and she an swered yes, and tried to free herself from my arms. I wanted the boat to open; 1 wanted to dio with her. I rose slowly and perceived a light near us. I called out and was answered. It was a boat hunting for us, the proprietor of the hotel having guessed our predica ment. We were suved. I was in despair. We left tho wreck and returned to St. Mar tin. The Englishman rubbed his hands and exclaimed, "What a supper we will eat." And ve did. I was not gay. I regretted the Marie Joseph. The next morning we separated, with many regrets and promises to write. They returned to Biarritz and I came very near following them. I was hard hit and was near asking Kate in marriage. If we had remained lunger together 1 certainly would have dune so. How weak and iucompreheusi blo man is at times. Two years (Kissed without my hearing anything of them; then I received a let ter from New York. Sho was married, and wrote to teJl me. And since then we write to each other once a year, on tho 1st of January. She speaks to me of her life, her children, her sisters, uovcr of her husband. And I speak to her of tho Mario Joseph. She is perhaps the only woman I ever loved no that 1 might have loved. Voila does one ever know? Events carry us along And then then everything fades She must be old now I would uot know her her of other days her of the wreck Sho writes me her hair is white. 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