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Th ee eh ae ae Se SS vice, for he was an intellig ent little. ‘sailor, and both Les Sa Jim would have a hard pull at the oars at the est. Well, well, Percy, my lad, you shall goif you like, though T d like it better had you staid in bed. The Lord preserve us all and grant that we may save nome oor gouls,”" minute later they were pulling toward that dark ohbact and its perishing human freight. utit was a fearful task, The wind was againat hens, while every wave threatened to swamp thelr frail craft, and though the two men bent all their atrength to their oars, and the lad at the helin did his yory best to help them, they made but slow pro- gress. “Ei, grandfather! sho’s off the rocks,’ Percy sud- denly ‘called ont, and. turning to look, Sandy Morton saw that he had spoken truly. A huge wave had lifted the vessel from her peril- ous position only to drive her into more fearful dan- ger, for he well know that ff ber bottom was stove in she must aurely aink in a very few minutes. "Pill, man! pull for your life!” be eried, and with renewed energies they breasted the raging billows. But eveu w hile they worked tie keeper could see the doomed vessel settling lower and lower, and he feared that after all they would be too late to save a single life, His face grew white and rigid, and his heart was torn with agony, for too well he kuew that {it had been in just this way that his own son, with his fair young wife, had gone down to their death YCars ao, ~ They had been seen by the ill-fated people on board the steamer, vnd they who had strength enough left to do so crowded to the side of the vessel, calling with shrieks and prayers to the men to hasten and save them. They were very near now, and a rope was thrown out to them: ‘a moment more and they seized it and it was made fast to the boat. But at that instant a terrible sound smote the ear of Sandy Morton, and the vessel rocke then began to whirl slowly in the rere tA, ERs