6 TRUST % I cannot Understand "wny and wherefore" of a thousand i things— The crosses, the annoyances, the dally •tings: I cannot understand; But I can trust, for perfect trusting- perfect comfort brings. I cannot clearly see Wby life to one brings Joy, unlooked for gain. While to another bitter heartaches come, and pain: I cannot clearly see; But I can trust, And by and by my Father will explain. I cannot see the end. The hidden meaning of each trial sent, Tho pattern Into which each tangled thread la blent: I cannot see the end; But I can trust. And In His changeless love I am content. I cannot grasp the whole Of life's great symphony, nor find the key To these strange minor cadences perplex ing me: I cannot grasp the whole But I will trust In Him whose ways are perfect harmony. —Mary P. Nicolls, In American Methodist Magazine. By CHAUNCY C. HOTCHKISS (Copyright, 1897. by D. Appleton & Co. All rights reserved] CHAPTER XXIIj — CONTINUED. My conjecture had been right. The girl I was lying betwixt the combings of the galley and the butt of the splintered top mast, a position allowing her enough air to prevent suffocation, at the same time partly protecting her from the weight of the stuff piled over her. She lay on her face, and ' across her thighs, pinning her fast, was a small end of the broken topsail yard. Her cheek and neck, with the hand that lay along the spar, were covered with blood, and blood stained the planking of the deck about her. I lost no time in feeling for life, as the groan had told mo life still existed. Cutting the lantern from the hoop, I slung it on my arm and, lifting the girl, strode toward the cabin, now In the strangest state of mind that had ever possessed me. If I moved quickly with my body, my brain out paced it. As I look back at it, the passage from the foremast to the companion way ■was a long one, though it was compassed in twice ten steps. In the time it took me to traverse it I lived over the five days I had known this lass, and felt them to have been as many years. I suddenly knew the source oi ray daring, which had grown with the time until at that moment I was ready to face the devil himself, and knew, too, for whom it was meant. I now knew that my head had not been playing over the mystery of her disappearance because it was mys tery, but because this girl had usurped all other interests. I was now aware that my resolve to board the schooner was not so much to recapture the prize (though that motive, hopeless as it had seemed, had been strong) as to overhaul the wreck of the foretopmast in quest of Gertrude King, and see her again dead or alive. I gave no name to all this; I raised no fine points anent the strength or weakness of my feeling, nor did the word "love" cross my mind. I only knew that alive I had found her, and that one day she might Know I had saved her from both death and her enemies. In a purblind fashion it was all the reward I looked for, and it seemed reward enough. If I was not fairly subdued by the beauty •and heroism of this girl, my pity for her carried me far on the way, and though bur ly, sea-roughened, and a man to boot, in this case of need I felt that for tenderness I could pit myself against the gentlest woman who ever made a sick bed a dream of pleasure. Beyond getting at the extent of her in juries, 1 determined not to let the now sobered surgeon lift a finger. \\ hen I brought my burden down the companion way he was placing a wet compress on the boy's wound, his management of this in the darkness speaking loudly of his skill. My prisoner was evidently past being surprised, l"or he did little but give a grftnt as lie saw me bear her in; but when I told him the new patient was a girl, and the sister of Ames, he ca-st on me a quick, hard look. It wtis only after I mentioned her name and he remembered the former passenger of the Sprite that he showed real interest, and as he examined her for injuries 1 heard him grum ble the name of Scammell beneath his breath. Pending the outcome of his search I went on deck. Although a nearly full moon was behind the clouds, the night was unusually ' dark. The roll of the schooner was growing heavier. It caused a rattling of blocks 1 overhead, and a jerking of the foresail boom on its traveler uiftil it sounded as though the deck must be ripped up. There was a sullenness to the sea that boded mischief, hut the cause of it was still at a'distance. Betwixt the clashing of blocks aloft, the kicking of the ruader, the mad clank of the boom travelers ami the excited tattoo of the reeling points, there was sufficient fuss to at once tell a seaman that the present condition of calm would not lie protracted. The look of the sky was enough for me (for beyond the immediate vicinity of the moon which, like an in visible monitor, sent to me on inarticulate warning. The change had been rapid. Plainly enough I scented the vague threat of the weather and set about to meet theoutbreak. M hiding me that I was both captain and crew, with the extra weight of having on my hands three prisoners in the forecastle aad a shaky one in the cabin. 1 saw that if it .CLtne onto blow I had more than sufficient -cork : v out for one pair of fists. Deter mined then to take time by the forelock and be safe in nil weathers. I let go the foresail h«Jyards and quietly lowered that canvas, putting it in stops only that it might not blow out, but, as for the furl, 'twould have made a landlubber laugh to see the bulge of the bunt. The shot from the Sprite had reduced the head cloths to jib and staysail, ami yet so impressed was I that we were face to face with impending disaster that 1 low ered and, after a fashion, stowed the jib. The more I worked the more I felt the necessity, and, though I was on fire to re turn to the cabin, I held away and turned my attention to the great mainsail which was hurtling to and fro, the subdued thun der of its thrashing bunt and quick patteT of its reefing points playing out of the mys terious darkness overhead like the sounds of a distant storm. Alone I double reefed that canvas, though I remember very little of it, the only thing coining to my mind be ing the horrible smooth mkiness of the water beneath me when I crawled out on the boom to pass the earring and haul taut. Though my hands worked on deck, my fieart was below, and it was with a deep breath of satisfaction that I saw the last of more than an hour's hard labor. Casting oil the main sheet, that I might not be taken un aware, 1 gave a glance at the light on the Sprite, still lying on our quarter, and then went below, tilled with a mixture of hope and dread. McCary was sitting by the side of the girl ofl 1 entered. He looked up before I was fairly off the steps, and said in a surly voice: "Ye had best be no niggard with the whisky; pass it out!" "What do you find?" I asked. "Shock," he answered shortly. "And naught else?" "Be not so d —n quick," he replied. "There may be enough else inside, 1 know not. Outside there's a nasty bit of a blow on the nob and a fractured clavicle. There's the shock to nurse, but if all's well within she'll mend in a few days. It was a narrow escape she has had! How came she here?" " 'Tis a long story, and one with mighty little to flatter your side of the fight, my friend," I answered. "Let that pass. If you can save both these children, and will settle down ashore and swear by congress, I'll see that your fortune's made as a doctor. You will be a rare hand!" "I'll see ye and yer congressd d first!" he returned with an ugly scowl. "What I lay hand on, be it rebel or loyal, I do me best with. I'll do it here. 1 have little against the like of Gertrude King. She is a true lass." "That's well," I answered as I went to the locker for the whisky. "But Gertrude is flying like myself from Clinton; her loyalty is to her country, and not, as you think, to George 111. The title of 'rebel' is one to lie proud of." And with this 1 handed him the l>ottle which he took with .a dogged air, pouring therefrom a dram which would'have been more than respectable for a man. I watched him closely as he put it to the girl's lips. lie held it there until a small quantity had disappeared, then, as though no longer able to restrain himself, he lifted the remainder to his own and drank it in a single gulp. I was about to jump on him, when down the open companion way there came a faint wailing followed by a roar that grew into a shriek appalLing in its intensity. It was the first howl of the great tempest of '7B, and, turning, I made for the companion. Ere I was halfway to the deck we were laid over to larboard in a manner that for a moment prevented my further progress. A mighty , gush of damp wind struck my face as I hung onto the rail, and before I could grip my way hand over hand up the ladder the schooner righted and hung on an even keel, trembling like a suddenly affrighted animal. In an instant 1 was at the wheel. As Slickly as the squall came it passed, but I knew the weight that must be behind it. Well it was that 1 had reduced sail and let go the sheet, for in such a sudden blast we would have been thrown so low that the cargo would have shifted and the end come in the twinkling of an eye. As near as I could guess the first rush of air had been from out the southeast, but the whole gale that followed struck us fairly on the bow, and, in spite of my jamming the helm hard over, 1 think for a space the schooner made direct sternway. Without a sail drawing, the din of the thrashing canvas drowned all other noises, and in this fashion we hung in irons until it appeared that the mainmast would be shaken out of the ves sel. I could not man the wheel and staysail sheet together, and the former I dared not leave; but the wind settled my dilemma, for after a time, and when I was getting des perate, it whipped a point to larboard, and in the half glimmer that now came from the sea, which looked like a dish of froth, I saw the foot of the staysail streaming over the starboard bow. How I lashed the wheel with the helm up and got forward, I hardly know. I remem ber it was like dragging against a stone wall to get the sheet half way in, but I did it, and ran back again before we were fairly paid off. Now 1 lashed the helm down and put my weight on the main sheet, but 'twas past my power to move it a foot. As 1 had no wish to lose time by running toward South America, I bawled to the doctor to come up. lie did so in a hurry, but demurred when I told him to lay hold of the line and haul. The sudden tongue lashing I gave him and a sight of my face in the light which poured from the cabin made him think better of his manner, for he gripped the sheet and fell back with it like a born sailor. It was an almighty tug as best, but grew easier as we hauled into the wind, and when the line was belsyed I commanded him to take the wheel while I sheeted home the staysail. The veriest duffer cannot follow the sea for year in and out without learning some thing of the handling of ships, and, though McCary had probably never laid hand on a spoke from necessity, he may have done so for pleasure, as he seemed to know how to hold the Phantom somewhere near the wind's eye. There was no difficulty, then, in getting a proper trim to the head cloth, and by the time the sheet was belayed and we stood off on the starboard taek the schooner was well under way, her bows smit ing the seas, which had risen like magic, in a way that threw a curtain of solid water into the air, which, catching the wind, blew in and came aboard a deluge. I was wet to the skin before, but it was a dry wet as com pared to the way the water shot through my clothing, the drops stinging my face like a discharge of small shot. Even under scant canvas and pointing as close as the schooner would go, she lay down to the blast until at times the brine gurgled in the lee scuppers. The channels sheared through the black seas and turned up a smother of froth as they tore along, while the noise of the roaring wind and water was enough to deafen one. I Knowing that all now unsafe must be left j unsafe, I turned to get aft, when I be i thought me of the men in the forecastle. ! During the past hour they had not entered nn* mind, for I had felt that 1 had them se f cure. With the light they possessed, to i gather with the rations 1 knew had been 5 supplied them, they were better off regard ] inn comfort than though they had been j flee seamen on duty. Other matters had taken my attention, but now that I was for ward I would give a look to the hatch fas- I tening. It was right enough, and I laid my CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 15, 1900. ear over the crack below th.e slide that I might hear it uught was aiflins. Ay, there was. A clear sound of rasping and splinter ing wood greeted me as I stopped the other ear with my hand to keep out the surround ing racket, and 1 had hit the spot on which a knife was at work. Drawing my cutlass, with its hilt I smote the woodwork. The sound instantly ceased. Unfastening the slide, I drew it back an inch or more ami sang out through the open ing: "Keep at it, my lads, and when ye have the hole the size of a pistol's barrel, I'll put one there and give ye a quick trip to Davy Jones. Mayhap ye have heard of Donald Thorndyke. Well, 1 am he. Now mind yourselves!" And now I settled myself for a nitrht of it, < putting aside all matters save the ship's safety. I was lucky to have a doctor in the cabin to care for my sick; as for myself I needed none. So long as I was holding east, I cared little for the blow if nothing carried away. I had hopes that the suddenness of the storm bespoke its shortness, but never did I dream it was affecting my destiny. Beyond the elements I had now little to fear, and, as I knew my own boat as a mother knows her child, felt there was but small danger of her inability to weather the gale. But the tempest was not of usual temper. Its approach, its violence and duration were beyond common rules, and had it held aloof but a day longer it would have doubtless al tered the history of the colonies, and per haps have put a period to my own career. One has but to turn to history for the truth of this. The great storm which suddenly sprang on the coast the night of August 11, 1778, and which lasted for more than three days, was of such a nature that it has been set apart by historians as worthy of espe cial mention, both from its results and its more than fiendish force. As I have said, the absence of the bulk of Lord Howe's fleet had enabled the Phan tom to drift through the fog and from the bay in comparative safety, and this absence was due to an attack planned against the French who were besieging Newport by water, as.the patriots under Sullivan were doing by land. The British General I'igot was in desperate straits when Howe ap peared off Point Judith, and, had the Eng lish admiral been possessed of the sluggish and procrastinating nature of his brother (lately commander of the British land forces in America), he would probably have been a day or two later, and Pigot would have followed the example of Burgoyne at Saratoga and laid down tiis arms. As it was, llowe arrived in the nick of time, and the French sailed out of the harbor to fight hiin. The English took to the ocean for sea room in which to maneuver, but from all I could ever gather, each was mortally afraid 1 Saved! oi the other. The French followed. For two days they played about, either seeking to get the weather gauge of his opponent be fore opening hostilities. Here at last there must have been fought a battle which might (and probably would) have altered the com plexion of the war; but the storm stepped in, and, after damaging and partly wreck ing both fleets, drove them asunder. Howe returned to New York to refit, and D'Estaing gathered his scattered ships and sailed back to Newport. What my fate would have been haears; for years I had been fleeing and each day fenced with death; for years known and pro tected the tirl and her brother; and for years, it appeared, most I stand and face this howling wind which bore against me like a living thing. The tempest, which had come in the teeth of a smiling day, was marked as well by capriciousnetss as by violence. As the gha»t liness of early dawn broke in the east, and I gradually awoke to the fact that morning was at hand, the wind fell as though chopped off or as if we had suddenly shot into the lee of a vast wall. In a half sense less fashion, like a man under a drug, I tried with fruitless efforts to shake off the feel ing of utter carelessness which had fastened to my senses. With the calmness of abso lute indifference I marked the sudden drop ping of the wind, though I knew full weli that it portended an increase of the gale, but when, lor how long, from what quarter or with what force, the Almighty alone knew; as for me, I cared not if it blew the vessel out if water. With the same dull in difference 1 marked our new danger and every detail attending it. With the sudden calm we were at the mercy of the long, green, foam-capped billows which charged toward us like moving hills. They came not, like rollers, with the regular swing of the ground swell, but every surge was the head waters of a mighty dam broken loose, its crest made up of a mad, throbbing mass of liquid torn into shreds and cross seas by its own weight and violent motion. The face of t.he world was a vast tumult of yeasty, ash-colorcd madness cut by the darkness of its hollows; a terror (if I could have felt it), not * horror; more sublime than grand, mors BW*'al than sublime. [TO BE CONTINUED.] HOW LOUIS XIV. GOT A WIFE. A Willful Little Spanish PrinceiM Make tp Her Mind to Marry Him. When Infanta Maria Theresa was ten they began talking' about a husband ior her. But here, unexpectedly, the little girl showed a will of her own. She said she wanted to marry her cousin, the young king of France. She had never seen him, except in. a picture, but she had heard a great deal of him. Spain, which had been the most pow erful of nations, was beginning togo downhill, and France was coming up. It was the most refined, the most splen did and the wealthiest of nations. Its young king, Louis XIV., was said to be u perfect fairy prince. Xo one else was so handsome; no one else had so bold a spirit, or so gracious manners, or were such magnificent clothes with so grand an air. Maria Theresa thought he would just suit her. And then, quite suddenly, Infanta Don Balthazar died, and Maria Theresa became the heiress presumptive to the Spanish throne. Then there was no more talk of her marriage to the king of France; if she was to be the queen of Spain, she would have to stay at home. Then there came another sud den change. The king, her father, de cided to marry again, and whom should he take for a second wife but that very Mjuriana of Austria, who .had been intended forliis son's bride. . . . Afterwards, Queen Mariana had two little sons. Infanta Maria Theresa was no longer heiress to the throne, and there was no reason why she should not leave the country, iie Gramont. the French ambassador, came seeking u wife for liis young master, and Maria Theresa's childish wish came true. She was greatly pleased. She used to run away from her ladies-in-waiting to the room where hung the portrait of the handsome French king, and curtsy t-o it, saying with a laugh: "That is for my bridegroom!" So the king of France, with a mag nificent suite, journeyed down from l'aris to the frontier of his kingdom; and the Spanish princess, with a mag nificent suite, journeyed up from Mad rid to the frontier of hers; and there, on an island in the Bidassoa, which is the boundary stream, they were mag nificently wedded. The bride's dresses filled 12 large trunks, covered with crimson velvet and mounted with sil ver; 20 morocco trunks, contained her linen; 50 mules were laden with her toilet plate and her perfumes. Besides all this, she took with her quantities of presents, among them two chests filled with purses, gloves, perfumes and whisker-cases, for her future brother in-law, the duke of Orleans. I cannot tell you exactly what "whisker cases" were, except that they were made of leather, and that the dandies of that time went to bed with them on their mustaches. Perhaps they were some thing like curl-papws.—lsabel Mc- Dougall, in St. Nicholas'. K«liial to the Strain, One oft he most imposing objects'on earth isi the basis* drummer in a brass baud. Arrayed in full panoply, and hammering with might and main on both sidies of the huge sitructure stick ing out in front of him, he is>an awe inspiring and fear-compel ling spectacle. It is l related of a bas® drummer in the Blimtown bras® band that when Hit band wasi pltiying and marching one day at the front of a political proces sion, a dog, belonging probably to some man of the opposite party, rushed out barking furiouiily, and singling out the man with the big drum as>being the he*»vj' vlVfain, so to speak, made a das.li for him. The drummer, without re moving hi® eyes' from thefar-oft depths of sipaee into whi.:h he was gazing Straight ahead, iniswed just one beat. With his heavy drumstick he hit the dog a blow that knocked it entirely out of the action, and went ahead drumming, as before. "Yesi. sir," s-aid the Blimtown historian, in speaking of the incident afterward, "he knocked that dog down amlieame in on time on the next beat! There ain't another man alive that could have done it!"— Goldlen Days. Ills Identity ISnlal>llib the eremnn of Nov. 21st, 1801. HXNET Arrnn, 88-tf. Prrjxdent. 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