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"WHEN I WAS A BOYl"
“When I was a boy,” the grandsiro said
To the bright lad by bis knee,
“Of the victors crowned with fame I read
Who triumphed on land and sea!
And through the years, from the deathless Jiagt^
A summons has sounded long:
To youth, and manhood, and hoary age.
The message is this: ‘Be Strong!’ ”
“When I was a boy—" ho paused and said
To the listener by his knee,
“Of the men who were as lights I read
In a dark world’s history!
They prized the truth and were loved of Ood,
And no fear of man they knew;
And still from the glorious heights they trod.
The message was this: “Be True!”
THE FISHER GIRL.
'The wind was strong, It was blowing
in smlck-n gusts along the const from the
northwest and striking inland at the
opening 'between the tall cliffs of an old
Norman fawn. The tide was nearly
high and ths, weather so rough that the
water frequently splashed over the edge
of the quay. Tlie fishing smacks lying
alongside creaked and strained at their
ropes, threatening to get loose from their
moorings. The quay was crowded, for
these fishing boats bad run into the har
bor with the tide, and nearly every hand
was busy helping to unload them. The
fishermen were passing baskets filled with
fish up the ladders from the depths of
the vessels and the baskets of fish were
being tossed into large tubs of fresh
water. From these tubs women sorted
and packed the fish in panniers, ready
for removal in the carts which waited
hard by. It was an animated scene, full
of noiso and movement. On the sands
the only inactive figure was a yoifhg
fisher girl. She had been looking in
tently seaward and had now turned
away. Her face wore a painful expres
sion and her lips were parted as though
in anticipation of some danger.
The girl’s dress was a blue woolen of
coarse material. A hood of white knitted
worsted covered her head and shoulders,
leaving her fair hair to cluster about the
brow. She belonged to that type of
blonde not uncommon among the Nor
man peasantry. Her face was round
and dimpled; and the hood in which it
was coquettishly framed gave it the soft
and simple expression of a child. In her
motionless attitude, in the midst of this
busy crowd, she resembled a statue in a
market place on market day.
“Below there!” cried a fisherman, who
was stationed at the liead of a ladder
which reached down into one of tho
boats. “Haul up the lamp! We shall
soon lie in the dark.”
The sun had set, and hlaclc
clouds were gathering towards the
horizon. This fisherman was a short,
powerful man of 40 or 45. A thick
fringe of black hair curled round his
honest, weather beaten face, and a red
cap with a tassel was adjusted to the
shape of his head. His throat was en
veloped in a great woolen wrapper. He
had the appearance of a Hercules as ho
stood on the quay receiving one weighty
basket after another. The girl, who was
now ctose behind him on the quay,
looked round as he gave tho order in a
bluff, honest voice.
“Marcel,” said she timidly, “the Li-
onne is not yet in port,”
The man glanced toward the sea.
Above the horizon the clouds had thick
ened, picturing a black mass in tho sky.
“Worse luck,” he replied; “she will
be caught in the storm.”
As he uttered this prediction a change
became apparent in the sea. A dark
shadow was creeping toward the shore
and the waves which this shadow crossed
were white with foam. It was another
sign of the approaching storm, and in a
moment it burst upon the coast. As
though night had suddenly descended
without warning, the harbor was thrown
into semi-darkness, and with the gloom
the wind swept round the quay and
howled about the rigging of the fishing
smacks. The creaking and straining of
tho boats now sounded a protest against
the threatened gale.
The girl uttered a low cry and her eyes
sought Marcel’s face.
“Pauline,” said the sailor, looking
round, “is Fernand on board?”
“Yes,” she replied in a distracted
voice. “He will lie lost!”
“Courage, my girl,” said Marcel.
“Fernand is a brave and able seaman.”
Pauline appeared slightly reassured.
“lie is indeed brave,” she said with
grave fervency. “Heavenprotect him.”
She raised her eyes, and her lips moved
as though in prayer. Then she glanced
about with a look of action. The crowd
upon the quay were still working, in
spite of the rough wind, with dogged en
ergy. The boat had to bo discharged,
and the herring dispatched while fresh
to the inland towns. The Paris market
needed the supply, and tho owners of the
fishing smacks, fearing to lose their
profit, were moving about like taskmas
ters among willing slaves.
Pauline turned and ran along the
quay.
It was now quite dark. Lanterns hung
snsfiended from the mast of every fishing
smack, and the lamps had been lighted
in tho roadway. The windows of the
Cafe de la Phare, the fishermen's favor
ite wine shop, began to brighten as the
skv in every quarter assumed the aspect
of night.
At the summit of the cliff, directly
above the harbor, stood the lighthouse.
It revolved slowly, and its brightness
was like a gigantic eye regarding the
Crossing tho drawbridge, which sop-
arated the harbor from the dock. Paulino
reached the foot of the cliff. A steep
pathway led. in serpentine curves, to
ward the lighthouse. The girl began to
ascend, and her movement was lull oi
vigor and purpose. ,
When she had almost reached the
height, and had come to the walls of a
monastic ruin, she noticed a^ flock of
sheep huddled together. A black, shaggy
clog was running restlessly to and fro.
The shepherd, a huge man. wrapped from
head to foot in a thick sheepskin cloak,
turned to look down at Pauline.
Xtthis elevated point, near the top of
iff the force of the wind nearly
sSSssar^
Gealhf With her band upon bis arm,.
“did you see any fishing boot about sun
set out at sea?”
The shepherd pointed towards the west.
“Out yonder,” said he, “just before
sunset, I saw a sail. ’ ’
“The Lionne!” cried Paubne, “was it
not, Pierre?”
Pierre Le Tour, who had wandered for
many years over these Normandy hills,
knew every fishing lx>at by sight which
left the jiort. To watch the vessels that
passed along the coast was almost the
only distraction he had in life. He had
a keen eye, and could distinguish one sail
from another as distinctly as he could
distinguish the faces in his flock.
“Aye,” said lie, “it was the Lionne.
All'the-other boats have entered the bar-
lior.' ’
While speaking they had continued to
ascend the cliff side by side. They now
stood at the outer walls of the ruins.
The lighthouse glared down upon them
a few steps above. A revolving ray
caught Pauline looking up eagerly at the
shepherd. Her face was pale and dis
tressful.
“Fernand Demarre is on board. ”
“Your betrothed?”
“Yes, Pierre.”
“Then why,” he demanded, “haveyou
left the harbor?”
“I have come here to pray,” said she,
“that Fernand may he saved.”
Among these old Norman ruins stood
a little chapel; it was all that remained
of an ancient monastery. This small
building, known as La Chapelle de la
Vierge, was a famous shrine, to which
fishermen and their wives made a pil
grimage once a year from all parts of
Normandy. Pauline passed between the
crumbled walls and came to a broken
archway. In a comer, through this
archway, was a small door leading into
the chapel. The girl raised the latch and
stepped in.
The chapel was almost in darkness.
Near the entrance was a small table upon
which there stood a tall, thin taper. It
gave out but a feeble light. Beside
it lay a quantity of similar tapers,
ranged in a row ready for light
ing. Close to this table, in a low
chair, sat an old woman. She was fast
asleep. Her face was thin and wrinkled.
Her white head was bent forward, and
her long, pointed chin was resting on her
breast. Aliove the altar a dim lamp was
burning among the black shadows. It
was as somber and silent a place as the
entrance to a sepulcher. The wind,
moaning among the ruins outside, was
the only sound that reached Pauline's
ear as she glided up the aisle and sank
down upon the altar steps, clasping her
hands in prayer.
Pauline Delille had known her lover
ever since she was a child. They had
lived all their lives in the same village—
the village of Grainval—janil when Pau
line had reached womanhood Fernand
had asked her to become his wife. The
could have the least suspicion that the
Lionne was laboring out in the storm,
and 60 near to the entrance of the port.
The news would tranform the scene.
The drawbridge leading on to the quay
was at last reached and crossed, and
Pauline once more stood in the midst of
the active crowd of workers. She
glanced about in search of her friend
Marcel, the powerful sailor whom she
had left in the act of liauling heavy
baskets of fish at the head of the ladder.
He was no longer standing at his post.
The girl hastened toward the cafe.
She found him seated there with a petit
verre at his side. He looked up inquir
ingly as she entered.
‘•Save him. Marcel!” cried Pauline,
clasping her hands. “Save him!
Marcel stared, as though doubting
Pauline's saneness.
“The Lionne is trying to enter the
harbor.” explained the girl; “she will be
dashed to pieces against the jetty. There
is not a moment to lose. Save Femand!''
Marcel sprang to his feet. The cafe
was crowded.
“To the rescue!” he exclaimed.
Every one to a man uttered a cheef,
anil followed Marcel out upon the quay.
The news which Pauline had brought
spread like wildfire. The excitement in
the harbor became general. The sailors
on board the fishing stnncks left their
work and went with Marcel in a hurry
ing crowd toward the jetty. Pauline
Delille was among the foremost.
The jetty was long and narrow, and
curved gradually out to sea. At the ex
treme end, or entrance to the harbor, a
bright red lamp was burring stead
ily. Toward this red lamp the crowd
advanced, against the wind, which blew
in their faces with such sudden and pow
erful gusts that it was difficult to make
much headway. Every wave that broke
against the jetty covered these brave
people with a stinging shower of spray.
Marcel was the first to reach the jetty
head, and Pauline was still close beside
him. Looking seaward with a sailor’s
keen eye, Marcel perceived a faint light
rising and falling among the waves. He
pointed it out to the girl.
“That’s the Lionne,” said he; “she is
steering up against the tide. We are
not here a moment too soon. ’ ’
He then turned to the men and gave
his instructions in a loud, commanding
voice. Everything was quickly got in
readiness to render aid to the distressed
vessel. Ropes were hauled forward and
firmly attached, and every man was
speedily stationed at Iris post prepared for
action.
Pauline Delille leaned eagerly over the
low wall of the jetty. She watched the
light on board the lionne ns it rose and
fell, and was sometimes hidden entirely
behind high waves. Slowly it ap
proached nearer anil nearer toward the
narrow entrance to the harbor. She
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knew that tho slightest miscalculation,
sailor had 1^7 inherited* a small | <>r the least- mishap to the rudder, and the
- 1 boat would be dashed to pieces against
the projecting masonry. Those few mo
ments of suspense seemed to her like a
lifetime; her agony was terrible when she
trs* pi- r.! «w ■*** *°7’»
a i last moments on earth. The sunny days
! they had passed together in their native
young
farm through the death of his father;
and it had been his intention, as soon as
the herring season was over, to give up
the sea and marry Pauline. The mar-
month’s time.
That day the girl had pictured Fernand,
as she had so often seen him, steering the
Lionne into harbor—a strong figure sta
tioned at the helm; a brave face with
dark and watchful eyes. And such was
the vision which rose before her now as
she knelt upon the altar steps in the little
chapel, praying for Fernand’s safe deliv
erance from the perils and dangers of the
sea.
Suddenly a vivid flash of lightning
lit up every corner of the chapel
with its ghastly, quivering brightness.
The white stone floor, worn by the tread
of many a generation of pilgrims; the
large painted window over the altar, rep
resenting the Virgin and Child; the dark
oaken beams of the arched roof—all be
came for an instant as visible as though
the ghost- of daylight had looked in.
Then followed a clap of thunder, which
sounded as if the cliff close by hail fallen
with a crash into the sea.
Pauline Delille started to her feet with
a painful cry upon her white lips.
She fled toward the chapel door, and
burned out into the storm. In a shel
tered corner among the ruins Pauline
heard the t err iced flock of sheep bleating
piteously. The shepherd was not there.
The girl stopped and peered into the
darkness. Another flash of lightning re
vealed him; she recognized his towering
form at the edge of the cliff. Pauline
crept cautiously forward, calling him
loudly by name.
“Pierre Le Tour!”
He had heard her. for in the shadows
Pauline saw him approaching.
“Pauline,” said he, as she reached his
side, “I have seen the Lionne.”
“You have seen her!”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
Tlie shepherd seized her wrist.
“Come,” he replied, “I will show
you.”
She yielded helplessly, consenting to be
led like one who is blind, for she could
not see at that moment an inch before
her; the wind and rain were heating in
her face, and she was half dead with
terror and expectation.
After ascending a few steps to the
summit of the cliff Pierre Le Tom-
stopped. Pauline heard the waves break
ing with a deafening roar 100 feet below
them.
“Look!” said Pierre, “look toward the
sea and wait.”
Pauline obeyed. But she had scarcely
waited a moment, with her eyes strained
eagerlv seaward, when another flash of
lightning quivered out of the dark clouds.
The whole expanse of an angry sea was
illuminated, and upon the waves the girl
descried a large fishing smack with a
broken sail, and at the helm was the man
for whose safety she had been praying.
It was like a vivid vision impressed upon
her brain, for in another second the scene
was enveloped in black night.
“Fernand!” she cried in a piteous tone.
“He is making for the harbor.”
village, and the plans they had formed
for the future, rose up in her mind only
to increase the sense of bewilderment and
despair. And yet she lost no confidence
in Fernand; no pilot could guide a boat
with greater skill.
Closer and closer came the light towards
the harbor, and at some moments so com
pletely lost among the waves that Pauline
was seized with the overwhelming fear
that the Lionne had sunk never to rise
again. But presently a hugh wave leap
ing high brought the fishing smack, with
a sudden rush arid a load roar, into the
narrow opening where the lamps on each
side of the jetty glimmered down upon
the broken sail, a number of fishermen
clinging to the spars, and the stout
hearted Fernand Demarre still stationed
at the helm.
But tlie great wave upon which the
Lionne was lifted into port had scarcely
subsided when another wave leapt after
it, and sweeping forward struck the
bow of the boat with such force
that Fernand lost his balance, and was
flung overboard before Pauline’s eyes.
A cry of horror rose from the crowd, but
it was quickly silenced; for Marcel, the
muscular fisherman, had sprung upon
the w all of the jetty, with a rope bound
round his waist. In another moment he
had been lowered into the sea.
A minute of terrible suspense followed;
Marcel and Pauline’s brave lover were
struggling, half hidden by the surf, at
the very entrance to the harbor. A sin
gle wave might, without warning, dash
both men against a wall of the jetty and
deprive them of life. But the men were
both excellent swimmers, and well knew
their danger, and meanwhile they were
being carried farther into tlie harbor out
of the roughest sea. Fernand had fiow
got near enough to his friend Marcel to
seize an end of the rope; and they could
keep themselves afloat while swimming
side by side. At the same time a large
boat from the harbor, rowed by two
fishermen, was making toward them;
every stroke of their oars was watched
by Pauline with a mingled sense of hope
fulness and dread. Could, she thought,
such an unequal contest be much longer
sustained? The struggle was enough to
exhaust the best of swimmers. But the
boat reached them at last, though none
too soon; for the two men. when lifted
into the boat, were more dead than alive
with cold and fatigue. They were taken,
amid great excitement upon the quay,
into the inner harbor; and the first face
which. Fernand Demarre caught sight of,
as lie was carried up the steps on to the
quay, was his sweetheart's— the face of
Pauline.
As long as she lived Pauline never for
got that night. In after years, when
seated with her children round the fi*?.
she would recount to them how their
father was caught in thar storm, and how
their friend, the brave Marcel, saved his
life. And once a year, on the day of the
pilgrimage, she ascended the steep cliff
and offered up a prayer of thanksgiving
in the little chapel among the ruins of
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Breathless with excitement., and'with :
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Application for Charter.
STATE OF GEORGIA, Coweta County:
To the Sunerior Court of said County:
The petition of Abraham G. W. Foster.
James H. Shelnutt, and Lavender R. Kay, of
the county of Coweta, and John R. Wilkin
son. of the county of Fulton, shows:
That they are joint owners of a certain pat
ent granted by tlie United States, known as
the “Abraham G W. Foster Improved Car-
Coupling,’’ No. 384,810.
That said patent is of ereat value, to-wit:
the sum of one million dollars. Your peti
tioners pray
That they, their associates and successors,
may be made a body corporate and politic
tinder the name and style of <he
“FOSTER CAR-COUPLING COMPANY”
For the full term of t wenty years, with the
privilege of renewing at the expiration of
said term.
That t he capital stock of said company shall
he one million dollars, divided into two hun
dred thousand shares of five dollars each.
That the principal office and place of busi
ness of said company shall be at Newnan,
Georgia, with agencies and offioesat such otti
er places, in or out of said State, as the busi
ness of said corporation may require.
That said company shall have the right, to
remove said principal office and place of busi
ness to any other place that mav better suit
the convenience of the corporation.
That the object of said company is gain and
profit for its stockholders; and to that end the
particular business ot said corporation shall
be:
To deal in said patent, which your petition
ers stand ready to assign to said corporation
upon such terms as may be agreed upon, so
soon as a charter shall be granted by the
court, and all improvements that may be
made thereon, and in any other patent car
coupling. by purchase, assignment, grant,
mortgage, license, conveyance, or otherwise;
To manufacture and sell or let said car-
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To build railway cars, drawbars and draw-
heads, with or without said patent attached
thereto, and to dispose of the same;
To erect or rent, own and control, shops for
the manufacture of the ame.
That the rights, powers, and privileges shall
lie:
To have and to use a corporate seal, and to
alter the same at pleasure;
To sue and be sued, to plead and be implead
ed. to contract and be contracted with;
To purchase, take, hold, and use any pro
perty, real or personal, that may he necessary
i'or the purpose of the corporation, either in
the conduct of its business or to secure any
indebtedness to tlie company, and to sell or
otherwise dispose of the same;
To make any constitution or by-law not
contrary to the laws of this State and of the
United States, and to amend or repeal the
same at pleasure:
To create and elect such officers, managers,
or directors, and appoint such agents, as said
company may decide upon, and to fix ttieir
salaries:
To do any and all acts not prohibited by
law that rriav be or become necessary for the
successful management of the business of
said corporation.
That no stockholder in said company shall
be liable for the debts, contracts, torts, or de
faults of said company over and beyond the
amount of his unpaid stock subscription.
And petitioners will ever pray, etc.
LAVENDER R. RaY,
Petitioners’ Attorney.
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Filed in office November 24, 1887.
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