VOLUME XIX.
THE FISHERMAN'8 8UMM0N8.
The sea i calling, calling,
Wife, It there a log to paro?
IMng it down on ths hearth and rail them to,
The boys and girls with their merry din;
1 am loath to leave jou all Jost yet,
In the light and the noise 1 might forget,
The Tolea In the ev enlug air.
The sea Is calling;, calling,
Along the hollow shore.
I know eaoh nook In the rooky strand,
And the orimson weeds on the golden sand.
And the worn old olid where the sea-pinks
ollog,
And the winding caves whore the echoes
ring.
I shall wake them nevermore.
How It keeps O&lllpv, nulling,
It la nevor a nlht to sail.
I saw the "sea-dog" over Ihe height,
As I strained through the haze my railing
slgnt,
And the cottage orcaks and rocks, well nljjh,
As the old Fox did In tho days gone by,
In Ue moan ol the rising gale.
Tet It Is calling, calling.
It Is hard on a soul I say
To go fluttering out la Hit) cold and the
lark,
I.Ike the bird they tell ns of, from the ark;
While the foam flies thick on Ihe biiter blast,
And the angry waves roll Be roe ami fast,
Where the black buoy marks the bey.
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"Charles Corliss, when you ventured
here to ferret oat the secrets of the
smugglers of Cape Zoar, you took your
life In your hands, and by reason
thereof It seems but Just to deprlvo
yoa b a thing held so lightly. But my
men, not I, shall decide what the pen
alty shall be for your foolhardlncs..
Boys, what say yon? Shall life or death
be the portion of this revenue spy?"
"Death!" was the unanimous reply
from, the grim-lipped, lowerlng-fa'jed
men gathered about the young fellow,
who stood, with his arms bound behind,
calmly facing the smuggler chief.
Yet all Ihe onilnous darkness of the
faces bent upon him could not force an
( Accent of fear Into the calm tones of
the young revenue officer's voice, as he
aid: ,
"Well, Chief Coram, I should like to
know what yon propose to do with
me; for It Is quite natural that 1
should wish to ho prepared to receive
the grim stranger to whom you ore
bout lo Introduce me, In whatever
il!valMrnny come.
axUlfi.lUll And
THE ' FRAN
Do you hear It Is calling, calling?
And yet, I am none so old.
At Ibe herring fishery, but lost year,
No boat beat mine lor taokle and gear,
A nd I steered the cobble past the reef,
When the broad tail shook Ilk a withered
leaf;
And the rudder chafed my hold.
Will It never stop oalllng, calling?
Can't yon sing a song by the hearth,
A heartsome stare ol a merry glass,
Or a gallant flgh , or a bonny lass?
Don't you oare for your grand-dad Just 0
much?
Come near then, give me a hand to touoh
Bill 1 warm with the warmth of earth.
Tou hear It calling, calling?
Ask her why she sits and cries.
She always did when the sea was np,
flho would fret, and never take tit or sup,
And I and the lads were out at night.
And she saw the breakers cresting white,
Uenealh the low black-skies,
But, then, In its calling, calling,
No summons to soul was sent.
Now well, fetch ths parson, flud the book,
It Is up on the sholf there II you look.
The sea has been friend, and Are, and
bread;
Iut ma when It will tell ol me, lying
dead;
IIow It called, and I rose and wank
Thrice did the young revenue officer
laugh mentally at a crash and a scram
ble that told or a fall. At last, on
reaching a little rise, Corliss doubled
his efforts, trusting to his superior
muscular energy to shake off his pur
suer. He breasted the rise and paused
to listen. He seemed to be alone.
He was at the edge of the cliffs of
Cape Zoar. Below him lay the sea.
Out of the black emptiness came purrs
of sharp salt wind. The tops of the
rollers that broke below were blown
off, and whirled away Into the night
white patches swallowed up Immedi
ately In the Increasing darkness. At
his feet arose a frightful shrieking
and whistling, broken at Intervals by
reports like claps of thunder. What
could It be?
All at once, on the track over which
he had passed, he heard a sound that
chilled the blood about his heart the
bay of a dog. The whole smuggler
force was on his track.
The dog. crashing: thmuirh the nn
brush, gave one short, sharp how
ran mute. And Corliss stood
hold of the tree, and thrust hlnaelt
forward into the black hole.
Ths Immense volume of water forces'
into this drive struck him And rolled
him forward, over and over, and by Its
very fury saved him from being washed
out again with ths recoil of the wave.
Collecting all bis energies, Corliss
scrambled up a little Incline, and as ns
fell forward In a swoon. It was wltb
ths blessed thought that he was out of
danger at last
When Corliss opened his eyes, A soft
twilight was about him, and he knew
that a calm, sweet day had succeeded
that frightful night of tempest. Ha
raised himself and stretched his stif
fened limbs, for it was Imperative that
he should bestir himself.
Crawling as near to ths edge of the
orifice by which he had entered ths
heart of the cliffs, as he dared, he tinn
ed bis neck forward and saw, fifty feel
below him, ths sullenly frothing 'wat
er gurgling hoarsely to Itself. y
"No chance to get down there," he
muttered.
Turning his head, he gave a grateful
glanos at the scrubby little trees that
had saved his life the nlgbt before.
As he did so, something caught h
eye which caused a cry of intense
prise and Joy to leap to his Hps.
"A rope! Right here at t
tangled up In the branches
blessed little tree! It must bi
smuggler, who was lowering,
tern by means of this ro
when the water-spout rc
his very face, and the
wave dragged It down
branches of this llttl
caught and held J."
The way Is clear now.'
hold of the gnarled V
scratched the.very edge
Corliss swung himself
tree.
It was but few mil
disentangle the rope ad
lng one end of it firmly
trunk, he allowed - the colls
from his hand.
The rope was long enour
the battered lantern to i
water.
Down, hand-over-han
young revenue officer
out through the na
which the sea
tunnel-spout
Outside
its lazy length
of afi
FRANKLM. N. C WEDNESDAY. J A
A SERMON FOR SUNDAY
An eloquent discourse entitled
HE CHRISTIAN'S MISSION."
theRev. T. J. Vlllem, One of (lie Moi
Popular Clergymen la Indiana, iy
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'Which la KvantrlUui.
,lHDIAHAP0LI8. Ind.-The Iter. T
J(. Villers, pastor of the Firsl H
fjhurch. of thi'i L-itv. nresdied S
itidrnirig a stron sermon, thi then!
whlcn was evangelism': His aubjtx-
.-ine nnsiian k Mission co the iv
Ihe text wns ciwsen from .lohri
"As Tbnu linst sent Mc into the
even so have i sent them into the
Mr. Villers said.
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were ended, t.ctlrsemiine wi
anguisri and Ikoouv sweat w;
in me nismnce. i ne ens
the cross were (U'epem
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set His h-nrk on cs
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prayer. Dyi
We embalm
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