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Show doe reach bud. he will be all clone to inert wild beasts and perhaps wilder men! It would bo death: Certain death! And what a de-uth: As he thinks of these things Rerny I trembles from head to feet and his lliroat becomes parclied from fear. Theu. with still greater care than he had ust-d in the tirst place. Kemy bends over the sleeper, returns the picture to ! the scapular, cuts lite four bands tluil I bind the sleeper, casls them into the sea j and returns to his oars. Me is none too booh. The bleeXT 1 shakes himself, sits up and rubs his eyes. His looks fall upon his breast. He no- j ticca the broken string and the picture. 1 a comer of winch is sticking out. He: becomes slightly pale und casts u gU.nce ! toward Uemy. whose impassive eyes j seem to Iw scanning the disiaot horiiion. j Mark quietly pushes eveiything back ! and buttoua up Lis shirt, lifter which he ! stands up in the boat and Bt retches out ; his Herculean arms. "Ah!" nays he, "I have had a goyd j nnp! Weill old fellow, anything new?" i "Nothing new," replies liemy, very ; cordially. "B-r-r-r! H Ls quite chilly. Suppose i we tako a drink, eli?" 1 And taking from his side the gourd which hangs there at theend of a leather strap, he strikes it against the one his companion holds out to him. "Well! here's to you, little brother!' And llemy replies: "Here's to you." Translated from tho French for The New Orleans Picayune. I hi.- be:itt l !n-re -vf-r ready to pay back ' m kind And Ueiny lived unew those ' pa.-l lew hours What terror there was I on Liiard of the Belle Julie during the l last panic. No more orders, no officers, i no di.lercncea of rank Nothing but ;i ; set of brutes famishing for life, and : ready to kill in order to escape death: They bad crowded into the three life boats The ship's loat waa despised as too unsafe, too likely lo be dashed to pieces by (hose furious waves. The captain cap-tain had shouted to Mark and Remy. ! who were busy gathering up the ship's I paer and money I! is voice was probably lost in the roar i of tlu tempest, for when they did hear ! it. it was too tato A cabin boy had cut ! the rojie which kept tho craft in place, ' I and in the twinkling of an eye the two men found themselves abandoned and , alone upon the deck of the vessel, which : j was slowly sinking with them. j j Then they had rushed to the Bhip's '. boat, their last resource! Thanks to a lucky chance us well as to the energy, j I strength and skill of Mark, they are safe. , for the time being at least. Safe for the time being; no indeed, safe forever, for Mark is no stranger iu those parts. He knows exae'ly where they are. Thanks to his skill and knowledge, they will be able to steer clear of the rocks that fringe , that forbidding coast und reach a safe j haven. Thanks to him, Kemy's heart may still beat high with tlio hope of see- j ' iug again his native land and embracing ; once more his loved ones. With this thought tears well up in ; , Remy's eyes, und he casts upon his -! saviour a lingering look of love and grnti- ( 1 tude. ! Mark still sleeps. The Bun, which has at last pierced through the heavy clouds, : balhes him ri its golden rays. j All of a sudden Remy, who has not, -ccasi-d rowing, feels a tremor Bhake his frame, The coarse shirt of his friend is open, exposing to view a si!cies of cloth scup- i j ular lying upon Ids Ijosom. Some too ' abrupt motion during the storm had ; probably severed the eilken cord by i ! which it was attached to his tanned, i sunburnt neck, and hod even torn the, j scapular itself, as from one of its ends ! appears something of a dingy white j i color, resembling a paper or a card dis- I ! colored by age. The sleeper, in stretch- lug himself out on tho bottom of the : ' boat like a wornout beast, had not no- : ticcd i he nihhap, It is upon this something that Remy fixes his gaze. Although he cannot : clearly make out what it is, BtiJl it at- j j feels him in a most singular manner. 1 It seems U him that the card is a pict- uro which resembles the charming and well beloved features of his wife, of his 1 Claudinc! i He shakes his head to dispel the tit u ! sion, closes his eyes, reopens them and j casts them once more upon the picture. j The vision will not be driven uway. ' Then, lo satisfy himself, he lets go his , oars, bends over Mark, who snores on, j and gnisps loo object. I Ho felt faint. lie plunges one hand I into the sea and bathes his fevered brow 1 and temples with the icy water. t It is really her picture. It ia Claudine; and on the back or the soiled paste board ! he finds written in that large, irregular J handwriting which he knows so well ; these two lines: 1 To my well beloved Mark, my only love, iho i father of our Yvou. Frojj Um IXaldine ! Uemy was as pale as death. In a second sec-ond s lime all bis hopes, ull his love, and all his happiness have been wrecked, lie puts hothJinmU to bis head; his brain is I tortured by a most acute pain; his temples tem-ples throb us if i hey would hurst, while n cold sweat gathers upon his forehead, j He feels that he is going mud. I Come, now! such a crime is not. cun- not be possible. His wife., his child, his brother, all lost by the same blowl No! , no I He must be dreaming; he must be under tho intluence of a horrid night-; night-; marc. ; But his eyes again gaze upon the picture pict-ure iu Ins iund, a nide photograph taken , in u shanty in Dieppe one holiday when all three, had gone there together on n . pleasure trip. Ohl he remembers well, and he feels Hie blood rush to his temples : us an atrocious thirst for revenge stirs his heart. Oh! yes, he will revenge himself I First on him, the infamous scoundrel! no has I him there in his power fastasleejd Cod is just! I And grasping with both hands one of I the heavy oars that ho had dropped but j a moment ago, he whirls ft about his head to crush in the sleeper's skull, j Hut suddenly ho stops I Why end ft ; all In that way, 6o quickly! Let that ' scoundrel, that thief, that monster, unconsciously un-consciously pass away in his bleep; Pshaw! that was no way to revenge : himself. Ho will not even havo lime to j Bulfer. What Remy wants for Lho I wretch Is a refined torture, an atrocious, j slow, inhuman agony similar lo llie one ' he is passing through himself. An'idea flashes through his brain. Quickly he unrolls the long woolen Bash which is j wound several times about his waist; ' with his pocketkuife ho cuts it into four equal parts. He tugs with all his might on each piece to prove its strength Ho danger! it is strong. He then glides like a snake on the bot-, bot-, torn of the craft to the side of the giant UKin whose lips Hits a smile. "Probably it is her image that he sees in a dream," thinks Remy! And with infinite precaution, precau-tion, with all the care of a nurse who dreads to awaken her sik baby, he binds the sleeper's feel and hands and ties' him fast to the 6trong seats of the bout. I Having done this (he avtnger stands up in his triumph and nets to thinking, j How is he going lo kill him? What combinations of cruelty shall he invent? It must le a long, long suffering, for each cry that he extorts from his enemy will he like baiin dropping ujien his own horrible wounds. First, he will with one blow put out Mark's eyes Keiny already seems to feel histwo lingers plunging through the lids , and pupils of his friend's eyes and bathing bath-ing in his warm blood, and his soul seemed filled with effuhle joy ; Only after this has Is-en accomplished wili lie reveal tin truth to Mark and tell , him his sentence. The scoundrel is so j strong that ho cannot le loo careful! Once blinded he will be harmless, and ; besides the movements of the Hercules ' will be paralyzed by llie bands with which he has secured him. I Then, with a stab of his knife every live minutes. Ix-ginning by parts where there can te no danger of causing death. And, when the pierced, riddled, mangled body will l writhing in convulsions lie shall pour brandy into each of his griping grip-ing wounds. Both have well filled Husks, so there is enough to make the fun last a long lime. All of :i sudden the avenger, who had bent over to strike, arises lo his feet. His pallid countenance seems paler than ever. His hand, which was feeling for his knife, tails inert to his side, without the weajxm. Then slowly be drops ujxm a seat He is shivering, his teeth chatter. chat-ter. After he has taken his revenge what wiil he do himself? He will be alone then. Alone to row fr whole days and nights, (terhaps. he who cannot handle tho oars more than three hours at a time: alone to meet tempests m hieh Mark might overcome, but wliiefi would crush him like a straw; alone to seek the shore of tb.it immense -xvjm which is to Mark like an open book, und if p fi " Ue THE COAT. Hky and wuter Both motionless; two immensities that extend as fai as thoeye can reach. Not a breath of air ruffles the mirror like 6iirf:i-e of the sea. There is no rent in the opaque curtain of clouds through which the sunbeams might glint. The atmosphere is heavy and the air Bcoina barely sufficient for tlto birds that aro Hying low, grazing the water in their Might. All nature is overwhelmed by an enormous fatigue. These indications indica-tions would deceive a seaman accustomed accus-tomed to these tropical seas, who would immediately recognize the sequel and the results of one of the terrible hurricanes hurri-canes which are so disastrous in these latitudes. In fact, it was a terrific gale. All night long lho whistles of the steamers havo sounded during the tempest their lugubrious, shrill shrieks, winch were overwhelmed fty tho more powerful voice of the wind. In vain have men blasphemed blas-phemed the name of (iod; in vain have weeping women implored his aid. Pitiless Piti-less in its riot iug, the sea has in an hour's lime crushed and swallowed everything , from lho humble fishing smack to the gigantic steamer; and now, all that is to I bo seen is a few planks drifting along on Its placid surface. However, in the distant horizon appears ap-pears a black speck, which grows larger every minnle. As it draws near enough to be distin-' distin-' guished it proves to le a ship's boat, a sorry skill, so badly constructed, so I badly put together that a storo clerk, I out for a holiday at Asnierea. would j think twice before venturing out in it. ! llow has it been possible for this mere nutshell to resist lho power which has destroyed so many giants! Probably ; by ono of those happy accidents, those chances which accompany all great uj-hea uj-hea vals brought on by lho forces of nature. Does it not sometimes happen that, ufter a conflagration which has destroyed u whole town, the green 'painted box. with a gilly flower, that bedecked some working girl's wintlow, is found Intact on a heap of smoking ruins, having passed scat bless through the llames which have spread desolation far and wide? On the surn of the boat there is a name, Ln Belle Julio. In it are two men, one rowing, lho other lying like a log in the bottom of ihe craft. The rower, n small, dumpy, dried up man. tugs at his oars with all Ids might, while his anxious eyes scan the gniy im-, im-, mensity which surrounds him on all ! sides. By the rise and fall of his panting I chest and the great drops of perspiration which bend his sunburnt brow, il is ' evident that he has a heavy task and '. that he has been laboring al it for a loug j time. ! From tiiue to tituo his gaze rests on j the inert mass at bis reel, his companion, j The latter seems quilo a colossus, judging judg-ing from tho room he takes up iii the bottom of lho boal, und from bis loud, snoring, winch keens time-to the- splash of the oars ns they dip into the sea. While llie arms of lho rower ply the oars his thoughts lly far. far away. In his mind he neca that little out-of-the-way corner nestling between two cliffs, the lower of which is capped by a chapel of the v irgin, and which on bright days allows ono to wo the distant roofs of I Dieppe brisking in the warm sunshine. Ho thinks of his childhood, of his boy-! boy-! ish romps among the rocks at low tide ! with Mark, the one who is there snoring i on the bottom of tho boat, his great friend, already quite strong und much ' feareii by the other youngsters, and who ; had declared himself his protector. ; Then il was his fust communion, still , with Mark, in his holiday garb at the ; chapel on the cliff, und then thy first fishing party with bis father and friends. ! Afler that he recalled his wedding day ! his marriage with Claudine Vatinel, one j of tho prettiest girls in the country, rosy and white like un apple blossom in mid I April As a mailer of course his best j man on this occasion way Mark, who looked grand in his Sunday clothes. I Ah! how these memories flit through Remv's brain, while his tired arms tug ; at the oars Tliere are sad memories too. The death 1 of hii niothet, carried off by pneumonia, kissing wiili her already cold lips her grandson Vum, und stretching oer lliin, trembling uiiua ulxtve his curly head as she pronounced u blessing upon it. This was (ho beginning of misfortune, the I first of many dark days. There was that : other tempo l more terriblo even than ! the one of last night iu which a mighty 1 wave carried oil llie old man his father, and shattered to pieces lho Claudine, that beautiful boat which ho had bought in partnership with Mark, who lost his 1 all at the sumo time. 1 J"iir Mark! how 1 strong, how superb be bud seemed as be wrestled with the storm 1 And when the hnri icanu had destroyed their boat, he had thrown Remy upon the floating mast, und with one hand bo helped him maintain hid hold upon this fragment of Ihe wreck, while, with the other, he ste-'ied it lo ihe rock whicl they reached, and where they had awaited t lib tide to return with mournful mourn-ful steps to liie village Jrom which (hey u,l so gayly depailed. Times like these and sharing such d Lingers unite men more closely, cement them to each other as it were! After this Mark and Remy hail not quitted each other. A Bordeaux ship owner, sojourning on the coast of Normandy, Nor-mandy, had h:aid of the disastrous end Of Ihe Claudine. ami. eeing her two masters without resources, offered to take them into bis s. i ice. Then Remy had left his w he and In, littl- one in the small, smoke U-grinied cottage of his forefathers Alt' how he It. id kissed thos-O two weil I.. 1-e ; d on, w b.-n they parted: The separation was a hard trial to him. but then the place he bad been offered was a good one. Little by littlo he had Ihvu able to restore to his family all the comforts that had been list, and when between trips ho returned home they all seemed to love one another doubly, as if to make np for lost time. Anylmw, he had just had a very narrow nar-row escape. A little more and the storm would have settled his account and Remy would have cone to meet the old man, beneath tho green waves. Again it was Mark who had saved him, just as he had done before! How greatly he was indebted to tliat kind-friend! 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