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Hhc Herald and ^drerfee^. "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 R. D. COLE MANUFACTURING CO., NEWNAN, GEORGIA. STEAM ENGINES. WE HAVE ON HAND SOME SPECIAL BARGAINS IN STEAM ENGINES. ALSO, SPECIAL GIN NERY OUTFITS, WHICH WILL REPAY PROMPT INQUIRIES. A VERY LARGE STOCK OF DOORS, SASH AND BLINDS ON HAND AT LOW PRICES. R. D. COLE MANUFACTURING CO., NEWNAN, GA. J. H. Reynolds, President. Hamilton Yancey, Secretary 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. 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