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Show ST ON SANDY HOOK. Weird High Tramps of a Wayfarer Through Cedars and Sand Dunes. ILE GSAVE ON THE HILLSIDE. Bering Among Bibs of Lost Ships-Safe Ships-Safe at Last in the Hotel -MoGinty. York World. 5 on Sandy Hookl Portentous 0 h j the word "lost" at any time, coupled as it is in thia instance with faste of eand dunea bristling with 'bones of lost ships onddeadmen.it ,me6 doubly portentous. Yes, I was on Sandy Hook, and in tho darkest t that ever threw a pall over lonely 'oid ihote- How I came to be a wan-ng wan-ng wayfarer on that lonely, aye, God aken Btrand matters but little. Suf-it Suf-it to say that late one afternoon I had I visit to a little grave far up on the ide of the eternal Highlands of Nave- ' L00KIMO BACKWARD. s I stood beside that tiny tomb recol-ions recol-ions of another sainted one came rme, and so real did her presence n that with her hand in mine we two idered in the spirit down through the drives and by the old alder trees, clishe ODce knew so well, and on by twin lighthouses and across the dark, ring river to the sea beach, where we 1 had so often strolled before. And led me thus unheeding my whereat, where-at, only heeding her presence and same old love light in her eyes. Twas b she led me down these old paths, memory floating back out of the past , a half forgotton song, until sudden-be sudden-be deep diapason of the surf swelled md swallowed the song of our loves, it sweet voice was lost, I called for in vain. The wave roared a mock-reply mock-reply that sounded like "Nevermore." i Tain did I plead for that sweet :e, Again did the great organ of the respond remorselessly in a grand nis, "Nevermore." In inane rage I ;g myself on the strand. Then cooler mente intervened, and there on the ; land, with none but Qod and the jling river to hear, I poured out my i in Borrow. And the starlight fell it benediction on my upturned face, I tbe running river sang a dirge, ad I been laboring under a spell? i she really returned to me, or was it a dream? What it waa I know not. ,y this, I was lost on Sandy Hook, me there on a desert shore, alone with conscience. I remember I thought my situation as likened to that of linson Crusoe, but my night was ker than any of Juan Fernandez, ren-ed ren-ed doubly dark by tbe black wings of lorse that flapped about me. Dark as ine wrath was the blackness about, Ikimined by star or lights far out at , for the dwarf cedars hid both from , Yet now and then there came float-in float-in over the waters the sound of Big-bells Big-bells at sea, ringing put warnings to i wanderers of the deepr - " V 1 1 it last, worn out with exertion, I half nbled upon what had been the spar of set ship. Placing my hand for sup-t sup-t upon the sand at my side, it touched nething. The knowing nerves of the id telegraphed to my fevered brain at that something was. It was a mm skull, the melancholy memorial nan's mortality. Aghast, I threw it u me. The spot seemed accursed, I I rose and tottered on, human will Tailing over the weakness of the body. I mounted a big dune a cry of joy is-i is-i from my lipg. There, like diamonds in the ebon field of night, gleamed twin lights, and beneath them in a io bank lay the everlasting Highlands, ieavoring to keep those Jewels ever in riew, 1 wandered on, but they, alas, e again lost behind the veil of cedar 1 Bnd. LOST 200 YEARS AOO. Collections of the wrecks of other n came over me, and I thought I dered through a vast charnel house, "a I fell and my hand struck what and like the base of a shattered wone. Although I had never be-s be-s visited that spot I knew that the tered marble was erected in mem-of mem-of a British frigate's boat's crew A, led by a young nobleman, was n the snow in the same place almost years before. With sympathetic fin-si fin-si traced out the graven words near jwe of the stone, "Erected by his er, Lady and there the legend But right roundly in that dark lonesome spot I cursed the vandals "ad desecrated that cemetery and yed that everlasting tribute of a 1 mother's love. Somewhere near by oewfrora history lay the bones of refugees killed soon after the re-'of re-'of the British from Monmouth. 1 pertain that I found the place of 1 wirial, but quite near at hand I w a section of human frontal bone, I carefully placed in an inner of my peajacket. pun I wandered on crying for human """1 I entered a tiny grove. Sud- a g"t blazed full in my face from astl'y opened door of a habitation 'rough voice exclaimed: ') w s the matter? Lostf" i" was the hesitating reply, fori eared the place was a pirates' den. 'isthe Hotel McGinty aud I am e iroutman, the proprietor. Way-re Way-re welcome, and we still have a .ns on the lower floors left. Come ''ger, and welcome." Med to speak, I accented the in-' in-' T11 and entered the Hotel McOinty, was a rude one story frame shanty, m 12xio feet and lined with rows e bunks arranged as on shipboard. an said that he and his men, . w asleep, were saving that Zf fte cargo of the wrecked bark that had washed ashore on '' ?. The Germania was wrecked 3ranch, he said, 6n the night of j 1 he:rty meal, a friendly smoke, ' or two and a song, the writer was fork0"8'7 in a lower berth to seek 0 fm 9 Wey body and overwrought .. a deep and refreshing sleep. |