Life — April 22, 1886 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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engagement, I keptabead, and was accumulat- ing quite a tall pile of fragrant cakes against the return of the hungry officers, when a shell meandered aimlessly through the side of the ship and carried the plate, cakes and all, out of sight. Almost immediately another shot took away a section of the main-port halyards, penetrated the galley, killed the negro assist- ant, and, worst of all, broke the range to pieces. The next shot came through the side below the mizzen-mast, struck the pile of ship's biscuit and broke them in a hundred A 12OUNCE SHELL STRIKING THE “ KORSAGE."” Ay Commodore Skye. Bl The Fore Barnacie Watch. C. Luve's Special Carrespoadeat. thousand fragments. . Then I realized that all was over, and hastily bung out a table-cloth as a signof surrender, notw ‘thstanding which the LIFE inhuman enemy poured a broadside into our pantry and completely de- stroyed the entire lot of ship stores. ‘Wat once made my way to the deck, where a scene of horror presented itself. The vessel reeled like thaport watch on a tear; the main mast fell with a crash and water surged up through the cabins; dead and dying mingled in confusion on the decks, and the lee scuppers ran red with blood, while the deck was slippery with gore. Our noble captain was dropping: his sword into the sea. Lashing a firkin of French butter to my side I sprang overboard. The Olddummer, as if only waiting for my departure, turned a com- plete somersault in the air, and with a wild roar sank beneath the waves, My strong and sturdy butter towed me safely to the French harbor, where FOKR ADMIRAL BUSTLE F. SKYRT, COMMANDER OF THE “ KORSAGR.”* F lastastaneous phot by Grady, taken during th [From an tastant Dhotograph by Grady, taken during the T took a berth in an Italian bark Goel American trade, and returned once more to with organ grinders and monkeys, for the my home. W. C. Edgar. ‘THE “ KORSAGR,” APTER THE FIGHT. “NOTHING AT ALL.” (RONDEAU.) OTHING at all!” her sweet lips say, MAKING IT BINDING. | 66] AM a lawyer's daughter, you know, George dear,” she said, after George had proposed and had been ac- cepted, “and you wouldn't think it strange if I were to ask you to sign a little paper to the effect that we are engaged, | would you ?”” George was too happy to think anything strange just then, and he signed the paper with a trembling hand and a burst- ing heart. Then she laid her ear against his middle vest button and they were very, very happy. “Tell me, darling,” said George after a long, delicious silence, “ why did you want me to sign that paper? Do you not repose implicit confidence in my love for you ?” “ Ah yes,” she sighed with infinite content, “ indeed I do; but George, dear, I have been fooled so many times.” When I my dainty lady pray Confide to me the thoughts that move Her eyes F @ those of tenderest love To shine more tenderly than they. Straight then each kindling iris gray— A steely knight that hurls his glove—- Darts down a fierce, defiant nay, “Nothing at all!” Faith! would not I bow fow and lay Brave bribes of gold and jewels gay Before his feet who would betray The secret of my dainty love: What she thinks when she's thinking of Nothing at all! Then he has OBODY is contented until he is in n jail. enough. G. A. Hall. comicbooks.com