he east, towards the low island and that lay just below the horizon. aste the head master had thrown on a ptain was off on the bluff, looking all n they have gone?" no telling. You see the Skip-Jack, at sunrise, but it's kinder died out maps," said the master, drawing of paper from his pocket. vey?" e 'em a bit," said the captain, flingcap and unrolling one of the maps. take your sloop?" said the master, he mast and sails of the boat, that he crest of the hill. ye-I'd like ter. I was only looking Lemme see, sir, the tide was high at So it set to the east till to'ards that it set t'other way." bat?" "Nigh's I can make it out, she's off the Graveyard, that's the place where Dixe's steamer was wrecked-by this time. If the boys have the wit to row, they can keep out the breakers, and so keep afloat. The tide's turned by this time, and it'll set to the norrard through the narrers. Of course she'll drift-" "But what can we do, captain? We can't stand idle here." "You just wait a bit. I'm a-figering out where they'll be at three o'clock." "What's that to do with it?" "Wall, I calculate a steamer'd reach 'em bout that time, and if ye charter one,-and it's the only way, now it's so calm, and its darn lucky for the Skip-Jack that it is calm-ye'll find her just to the nor-norwest of the Graveyard and the Sow, with the light-ship bearing souwest." A steam-tug was chartered at once, and wonderful to tell, actually found the boys in the boat on the spot the old captain had marked out on the map. So much for knowing how. LUKE'S PRISONER. ALL day long the ships had sailed off and on, in full sight of the shore. The whole village was out on the beach watching them. Would they land a force? Would they attempt to enter the bay to burn the few fishing schooners that lay at anchor there? These were serious questions in those days. Today, ships and steamers pass by hundreds, and no one pays any particular attention to them. Then, see, as she'd no centre-board, she every ship that came in sight was an object of inwell off shore 'fore the wind chang-terest. out daylight, when it hauled to the must ha' swung round with it and e's Graveyard' and the 'Old Pig and 's 'bout off the Graveyard now, and he westward, and breezes up a bit, Old Sow roar and kick up a mussack, to think she'd be smashed on w?" The Old Sow-the rock where the lost, with all hands, time the light ay." ecame thoroughly alarmed. ally in so much danger?" Was she a friend or an enemy? Was she a merchant ship, or a war ship? Did she fly the Amercan flag, or did the red flag of Great Britain wave above her deck? Those were stirring times. British ships of war had stopped our vessels upon the high seas and taken men from them, under pretence that they were English sailors. And out of it all there came a war. It is now called the war of 1812. In those days they called it the second war. The two ships had appeared in sight soon after sunrise. They stood in till within perhaps two miles, and then they tacked ship and sailed along shore. Two young men, who had been out all night after herring, reported that they were British ships 3. I can't say for the boys, unless of-war, and that they had seen their flag and guns. ot hasten after them?" lead calm." oked all round the clear blue sky ta ripple on the water, and only a of white clouds far off to the south e captain studied the maps intenthow the currents would be likely ked at his old silver watch, count They had only been able to escape capture by spreading all sail, and by rowing as fast as possible. It was no wonder the town was excited. The news had spread quickly, and every one was watching and wondering what the ships would do. There were no soldiers near. There was not even a fort at the entrance of the bay. No one had supposed the British would attack that lonely and out-of-the-way part of the country. places, without paying much attention to a little fishing village behind Cape Cod. The enemy did not leave things long in doubt. The ships tacked once more, and stood in towards the town. What was to be done? Should they fight or fly? To show fight, and attempt to drive them back was almost useless. The ship's heavy guns would soon command the beach, and the boats with the soldiers could easily land, and enter the town. Some of the men had shot-guns and fowling-pieces; but what avail were they against the heavy" Brown Bess" or muskets of the red-coats? Not much time for discussion. The ships came in within perhaps a half a mile, and then came to anchor. The people did not wait to see what happened next. In a crowd they ran back to the village. Each picked up whatever he or she thought most valuable, and off they went over the ploughed fields to the thick woods behind the town. Here, at least, they were safe. But the town? It must go. If the British chose to burn it down, it could not be helped. Meanwhile, several boats put off from the ships. They were loaded with sailors and marines, and made a fine sight as they rowed in shore in a procession. Their guns glittered in the sunlight, and their red coats made a brilliant show on the blue water. company come to burn But that is the way they Truly it was a brave down a deserted village. made war in those days. "Cowardly wretches!" so said Luke Lawson to himself, as he watched the procession of boats coming ashore. He, alone, of all the people, had decided to stay in the town and see it out. He was deaf, and of little use as a soldier or sailor. They would not impress him, nor carry him off a prisoner of war. He was the village blacksmith, and, hammer in hand, he worked away at his bench while the British soldiers landed and entered the empty town. Finding no one there, they entered the houses, smashed the furniture, set fire to the boats at the little wharf, and ransacked every nook and corner for stores of food and clothing. Luke hammered through it all as if nothing in particular was going on. Of course they soon found him out, and an officer in gold epaulets and with a drawn sword entered the shop. "Ha! my fine fellow. We have you now." Luke did not pay any attention, and went on hammering upon a long piece of stout steel wire. "Attention, there! Stop the noise, and surren der!" The only reply was a clatter of tools on the bench. "You're my prisoner. Drop your things and come with me." Luke did not pay the slightest attention. Then the officer lost his temper, and struck the young man on the shoulder with the back of his sword. Luke turned around quickly as if surprised, and said, "Wall, new, stranger; what'll you have?” "Yes, I suppose so. There was one here last week." "I say you are my prisoner." "Yes. It is a fine day. Mebby it'll rain to morrow." "Are you deaf-you fool?" "I never saw one-perhaps I could." "Could what?" screamed the officer, now thoroughly enraged. "This is it," said Luke, taking up the long steel rod, and holding it before him. The soldier could not make anything of this, and getting very angry, he shook his naked sword before the young man's face and shouted at him, and told him he was a prisoner of war, and must come away to the ships. Luke looked at the man with a puzzled expression. What did all this mean? He gripped the steel rod firmly, and stood up before the bench. A quick glance out the open window had shown him that the soldiers had retreated down the street towards their boats. The officer had probably been forgotten. "Come with me, you fool!" With a With a gesture of impatience, the officer laid his hand on Luke's shirt, as if to drag him away. Suddenly Luke seemed to understand everything, and to be able to hear as well as any one. quick movement, he wrenched himself away, dashed the officer's sword out of his hand with the steel rod, and, with a rush, pushed him over backwards on the floor. With flashing eyes he thrust the sharp steel in the man's face, and cried, "Surrender yourself. You are my prisoner. Be quiet, now, or I'll run you through.' How the cowardly fellow swore and raved! It was all in vain. Luke thrust the steel bar through the officer's handsome red coat, and pinned him to the floor. "Lie there, now, you fool, till the folks come back, and then, mebby they'll give you a ride up to Bostin." And they did. The ships sailed away that very night, and when the people came back they all had a good laugh over "Luke's prisoner." It was too funny, and in spite of their half-ruined village they were a merry set that night. TWO LIVES. 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Then I suppose I should be falling in love with every blue-eyed, will-o'-the-wisp girl that I met," answered Ada, unconscious that she had touched the very point of their mutual attractiveness. He lifted her hand, looking admiringly at its rosy fairness and exquisite proportions, raised it to his lips-then dropped it and turned away, startled a little by his involuntary act. But Ada was not displeased. She followed him to the door, laughingly bidding him good-by, and making him promise to come again. As he rode home in the cars that afternoon, he looked with gloomy abstracted eyes at the swiftly passing woods and fields, half unconsciously trying to throw off his mingled sensations as if their existence was some mistake. As the cars neared the village, and he saw a little red farmhouse which was his happy home he murmured: "I don't know what I should do with Ada, there I am sure-and yet she is so pretty, so pretty! I would go to the end of the world to-night for the sake of having her mine." The train stopped and he sprang out upon the platform of the station. It was half a mile back to the house, and all the way was lined with blossoming apple trees; a broad, brown road with the busy robins skimming down its length, and the deep sky stretching overhead, while the cool wind was sweet with apple blooms. A sense of exquisite enjoyment came over him; he lingered on his way, his love?" exclaimed Golding, looking along the wood's edge for May-flowers, and oyd; that is just it. What I o much for you that I should ting earnestly-being as beaue stood before Lloyd Golding, ish, desperate, passionate, to place and bear her to the ends as vague an idea as most peoht be rushed through him. ips hard together, he turned : searching in the hollows of the fields for young checkerberry leaves, as he had done when a boy, until the sun began to set. "I must go home," he said; and with his hat in his hand, full of flowers and mosses, he went home, bare-headed, the free wind blowing back his hair, and buffeting him in soft gusts, so that he walked against it with an effort, laughing a little, happy at heart, in spite of Ada Brainard's forbidden blonde beauty. Mounting the hillock, the gold of the western sky pressed near. His dark eyes grew grave in their depths-yet the same happy smile is nothing left for me, then, flickered about his mouth as he gazed. During the next dozen steps he enjoyed a happiness equalled by no other; then the red walls of his home shut out the eternal glory. He swung open the garden gate, and went into the house, singing softly: it we are still friends, and that 1 any of the 'gay fellows who re me sometimes; you never." nation for Golding in every igure. As she spoke, he held open the door, gazing in a ace in its frame of gold hair, blue drapery. r up?" he thought. And as me feeling was in her heart, nto his saying: "Beautiful city that I love." |