/)- ' CHAPTER!. OREAT storm toad raged with una bated fury for three days, but now at the shutting down of twilight the clouds were break ing. and toward the sunset there gleamed a single spark of blood-red ..n light low down upon the western mountains. The wind had changed from the east, and the breeze that fanned the boyish brow of Ralph Trenholme as he paced back and forth over the shingly shore, was like the breath of early June. And it was the last of October. The nea was still high, tossing in at intervals remnants of the lll#tarred ship that had gone to pieces on Joliet Rock, Just outride the hartor’jnibvrth of Portlea. Hoej uitxloua had been the hearts on shore tiff that wretched ship! How earnestly they had watched it since early dawn, when It had appeared in the offing—driven about helpless, at the mercy of the winds and waters, and at last dashed upon the cruel rocks. Thoy had devised iVainly among themselves, those harflg fishermen, wnyS and means to save the vessel from her fate. The prouckralstress of Trenholme House— bet^eunown as High Rock—had come out Into the storm, as pale and anxious at the ruffist fisherman's wife among them—come out to beg them to do all thabhAmrfh'arm could do; to ofTer them golf'll they could save hut one poor life4, and, those brave, courageous men had looked at her, and at oach other, sorrowfully and In silence; they knew by stern experience that no boat oould live an honr In a sea like that. And so the ship was left to go down unaided. But Ralph Trenholme could not bo quiet. With the daring Impulsiveness Of a boy of fourteen, he bad thrice launched the Sea Foam, bis own little boat, to gp to the aid of the sufferers, but as uby times had the men of the coast forced him back. They would not stand by and see him go to death for nought. Ralph fought against them bfavely, but was obliged to yield, and restless, and chafing at his Inac tivity, which seemed to him almost cowardly, he- paced the shore, and jooaecr out 10 sea. There camrf a great wave. He watched It rising afar off, and aaw that it bore upon Its crdit something whiter than even the toafli. He darted down to the water line, and stood there when it came so near that It drenched him through, but he caught the precious freight it bore in his arms, and by the wan light he looked into the face of a little child—a girl—perhaps six or seven years old, with pure features, stilled ", Into calm repose, and long, curling locks ■ of gold, floating dripping down, and tangled with seaweed. She waa dressed In white, and around her waist was a scarf of blue tissue, but the other end a; was lost, torn away, probably, from the support to which she had been bound bysome ohe who had cared to save her. ttalph gathered her up with something Uluttriumph swelling his heart. If ag she were only alive he might have the " satisfaction of knowing that he had ' saved a life, for it she had been dashed in upon ' the shore, the sharp rocks :f; would have crushed out from that beau 'll titu! face every semblance of humanity. ,/ He puts his lips down to hers. There -s “was a faint warmth. He ran up the steep path leading to High Rock, bear - Ing his treasure in his arms, and in to ... his mother, who was sitting before the ' great fird that streamed redly up the chimney. \ a “See what the sea has given me!” he cried, putting her down on the sofa. “A ;fT real little sea nymph! and as beautiful as an angel!’* "Softly,Tmy son,” said Mrs. Tren holme, with mild dignity. “Run for Dr. Hudson—perhaps she can be re storea. \ ■ Ralph was off Instantly, but when he returned with the doctor, the little girl did net heed his aid; she was sitting up, and looking around her with great, wondering eyes, and a flush of scarlet •M either cheek. But when they ques> “Jjoned her, she conld give no satisfac tory reply. She put her hand to her m ahead, in a confused sort of way, and gpid she could not remember. All knowledge of the past was blotted out. It was as, It it had never been. She had forgotten her own name. She did ,not even remember that she had been ,.ea shipboard, and when they asked her a*mfcb5r parents, she looked at them Mrswh'a dazed sort of a. way that Mrs. ■yfreaholtai saw at once It was useless 'to&preas'tne matter. The severe shock ' her Mhvoas system had received from , r|psalning so long in the water had brought total oblivion of the past. ™rj*«r clothing was fine and costly, but •^fherc were no trinkets by which any slug to her parentage Could be obtained. The only thing that might serve to identify her was a minute scarlet cross, just below the shoulder, on her arm— feMtWVv.v >5-’ .. I a mark that had evidently been pricked Into her skin with some indelible sub stance. After a few weeks the wonder and curiosity which this sole survivor of the wreck had excited died away, and Mrs. Trenholme, yielding to the earn est solicitations of Ralph, decided to adopt her, and rear her as her own. The child was christened Marina, which means from the sea, and turned over to the care of Kate Lane, the nurse, who still had the charge of Agnes, Mrs. Trenholme’s little six years' old daugh ter. Marina was a beautiful child—you would seldom see a beauty so faultless as hers. Every day developed some new charm. Her golden hair grew more golden, her eyes bluer aud deeper, and her smile rarer and sweeter. Oc casionally, sho would break out into snatches of song — old melodies — strange to all who listened, something sho must have learned in other lands, and beneath sunnier skies. The waif had found a good homo, all the neighborhood said. So she had. High Rock was the manor house of the vicinity, the Trenholmes the wealthiest old family In that part of the state. ’The lands belonging to the estate were v/lde and fertile, the old house was a romance in Itself, albeit a mo3t stately one. It was built far out on a great peak, closely overhanging the sea—a' massive structure of gray stone, with towers and gable windowa, and wide piazzas. Mr. rrenholme had held many offices of public trust, and as a man and a scholar had Btood very high. He had .died suddenly, two years before the opening of our story. Mrs. Trenholme had truly and tenderly loved her hus band. and natures like hers never for get. Her best consolation she found in the affection she'bore her children; and Ralph and Agnes were worthy of all the love she gave them. With very little of their mother’s haughty pride, they bad inherited all her beauty and gentleness, while to Ralph, along with his father’s fine intellect, had descended his earnest heart, his strong affections, and his almost chivalrous sense of hon or. Ralph was eight years older than Agnes. At fourteen he was a tall, hand some boy, with a dark, clear com i plexlon, brown eyes, and curling chest nut hair. Agnes was of the less Intense type, with delicately cut features, dark hazel eyes, a pale complexion, and a flush of scarlet on her sweet lips. These were the children with whom little Marina was thrown. They grew up together. The girls loved each other like sisters; indeed, there was little chance for them to know the difference. The children had but few playmates. The neighborhood was not very select, and Mrs.Trenholme was very particular. Lynde Graham, the only child of a poor fisherman that dwelt at the foot of the Rock, was with them most frequently. The proudest mother in the land would have no objection to Lynde Graham as a playmate for her children. He was about Ralph’s age. a darling, noble aouled boy. And sometimes from Ireton Lodge— the stately residence of Judge Ireton— came Imogcne, his daughtor, to pay little visits to the Trenholmes. Some day Imogene Ireton would make hearts ache; some day she would be absolutely magnificent in her beauty. Even now she was queenly. Hor complexion was like the creamy petals of a lily; her hair and eyes were black as ulght, and at times her cheeks flushed like car nations. and her voice rang out like the music of silver bells. Her whole bearing waa llko that of one who knows she was born for conquest. She was haughty, arrogant and selfish. At sixteen, Ralph Trenholme left home for college. He remained there four years, returning home only for a week or two at vacation time, and then not always seeing Marina and Agnes, who were at a boarding school for young misses. After his graduation, he made the European tour, and four years elapsed before, bronzed and bearded, be again set foot upon his native land. Meanwhile, Lynde Graham had fought a hard battle and come off | conqueror. Men with eyes like his I seldom fall to accomplish what they I undertake with their whole souls. He | had fitted htmaelf for college, taught | to gain the money requisite to defray ! hla expenses, and just as Ralph arrived home, Lynde Graham had come back to the fisher’s cottage, with the diploma from Harvard in his pocket. He had graduated with the very highest hon ors, and at once began studying medi cine with Dr. Hudson, of Portlea. CHAPTER II. ELL, my son. what do you think o( your gift from the sea?” said Mrs. Trenho'.me.one day. e few weeks after her son’s return. He was lying on a lounge drawn up before a south>-u window, where the late October sun poured In its gold, his head ly ing in her lap, her white fingers hidden among hl3 chestnut curls. He ! looked up into her eyes, took her hand, and pressed it slowly to his lips. "I think, dear mother, that she Is the ruuHt beautiful being I over saw. I have seen the brunettes of Italy, the fair-faced women of Circassia, the languid Spaniards, with their eyes of fire, and the oriental seraphs of the Turk’s harem, but none like Marina.” Something like a shadow fell over the face of Mrs. Trenholme. He felt the change in her voice, slight though it was. “Yes," she said, "Marina is beautiful. I It were a pity that, she has no family no name, even, save what we have given her. Her parentage must ever. I suppose, remain a secret. Indeed, my son, I blush sometimes to think of it, but perhaps she was the offspring of shame, and thus abandoned. You will remember, perhaps, that no female bodies were ever washed up from the wreck of the vessel. And it is not cus tomary for children like her to bo put on shipboard without a woman’s care." An angry flush rose to Ralph’s check. He sprang up quickly. “Never, mother! you wrong her! I would stake my life that Marina is nobly born. We may never. In all probability' we never shall, know tho secret of her birth, but if we do, mark me, we shall find her fully our equal!" Mrs. Trenholme smiied at his earnest ness, as she replied: "To change the conversation, Imo gene Ireton is coming here tomorrow, for a visit of indefinite length. I think Imogens will surprise you. You have not seen her since you left home, I think?” I have not, but I have no doubt she has developed wonderfully. Imogene was always magnificent!” “And now she has no peer. I have never seen one who would compare with her. But tomorrow you shall judge for yourself.” The conversation closed, and Ralph thought no more of it, until Imogene Iretoa burst upon him. He was amazed. He had expected to see a very beautiful woman, but, instead, he touched the hand of a princess. Three years older than Marina, at nineteen she was fully developed, with a form that would have driven a sculptor mad with ambition to rival it. Sho was rather tall, with that graceful, high-bred ease of man ner that came to her so naturally, and the voice that in her young girlhood had been so sweet, wa3 now a breath of musical Intoxication. Her complexion was still rarely clear, the cheeks a little flushed, tho mouth a line of scarlet, the hair dark and lustrously splendid, and the eyes!—such eyes are never seen twice in the world at tho same time. Ralph gazed into their depths, with a strange feeling of bewilderment. She fascinated him powerfully, and yet he felt a sort of coldness creeping round his heart—an almost Incipient shudder shook him, as her soft hand fell like a snowflake into his. In the dally Intercourse which fol lowed, the feeling somewhat wore away, and though Miss Ircton, at the end of a fortnight, had not succeeded In cap turing the heir of Trenholme, It must be admitted that she had Interested him. Toward Lyndc Graham, who was at the Rock almost daily, sho was cold and reserved; she never forgot the dis tance between Judge Ireton's heiress and the son of a poor fisherman. And yet, despite her coldness, which at times was almost scorn, before she re turned homo Lynde Graham had learned to love her. Ho kept his un fortunate secret to himself; he felt that it would cause him nothing but pain and sorrow, should it escape him by word or deed. The winter passed quietly. There was an occasional pleasure party, but they were by no means frequent, and It was not until summer came that the real round of pleasuring, which was des tined to break the calm of the Rock for the season, began. (TO DB CONTIXUSD.I TH3 WATCH ADJUSTER. Ha In n Man Whmii D. such feed for a flock won’t have a flock very long to feed. Damaged grain of any kind should never be fed to the poultry.-*—Ex. _ Filled Cheese In. the South—A New Tork commission man says: “The whole South is fed on filled cheese now, excepting those people who know what pure cheese Is. The Southern popula tion always ate more cheese and less meat than we do, and we used to sell great quantities of cheese in the South. Where I used to sell large orders reg ularly I now sell a few boxes at long Intervals. Instead of pure cheese Southern store keepers are now selling filled cheese, except to those* customers who insist upon having the pure arti cle. I sell to one man just enough cheese to supply his fine trade. The.rest of his stock is filled cheese from the Cook county people. To another I sell a box now and then for his own use only. He buys the filled cheese wholly , for his stock, but he won’t oat it, and he gets the cheese for his table here in New Yor^, where he used to get all of his stock. The grocers down there know what they are buying, but their customers in the greater number do not know what they are getting.”—Ex. Science or Not?—It is true that in many cases farmers make the most of their money on hogs, but more often is it that they do not get the most possi ble good out. of their business. They have a slack way of feeding out corn to them which spoils the profit. Feeding for bone, size, muscle, substance and quality is a science. After the “blood” is procured so much depends upon feed and care.—Ex. FERRIED ON A POLE. Kovel Feat Performed br aa Aged Lum berman la Maine. I Although John Cusack, exlumberman . of Moose island, in Morc-hetid lake, | Maine, is now 65 years of age, he has ; not lost his dexterity in executing some | of the difficult feats in log walking that | made his name famous on the west j branch of the Penobscot for many j years, says the New York Sun. He recently made a bet with Sam Sanford, the liveryman, that he would that af ternoon cross the Piscataquis river with no other support than a stick so small 1 that, rested upon his wrist, he could held it out at arms’ length. The word quickly passed abont the village of what was about to be attempted, and at 4 o’clock the hour set for the trial, the banks of the river above the mill dam were lined with spectators. Mr. Cusack appeared on time, carrying a long pike pole, which was to serve him as balanc ing pole and propeller, and a bundle containing a checked gingham shirt and drilling overalls, his substitute for pro fessionable tights. Attired in his per forming costume and in his stocking feet, Mr. Cusack launched his stick, pushing it out to deep water, and with a quick spring landed on it at a point about six feet from the butt, where he perched as securely as a rope walker upon a tight rope. The end of the stick upon which he rested sank beneath his weight until the water was breast high to him, while the forward and smaller end rose from the water, pointing like a finger mark to the opposite shore. Using the pikepole, held by both hands in the middle a3 a double oar, the old man, with a forward motion, scooped himself along at no small rate toward the further bank, while two men fol lowed in a boat ready to rescue him in case of mischance. There was no oc casion for their services ir. his behalf. The distance was two hundred yards, but he did not slacken stroke as he churned along, his head and shoulders rising and falling above the chill black waters with his swift strokes, while he varied the monotony of the exercise by an occasional whoop or shouted com pliment to the ladies among the specta tors upon the opposite shore. He crossed the river in five minutes and landed, fresh and smiling, amid the ap plause and congratulations of the peo ple gathered there. After his return to the hotel he refused all stimulants ex cept a comforting bowl of ginger tea pressed upon him by the landlord, and has since shown no ill effect whatever from his recent exertion and the severe exposure he Underwent. He has offered to repeat the performance this week on a similar wager. 't SCENES IN HYDE PARK. Shows Are Given on the Public Pleasure Ground That Are In Bad Form. ^ It appears that the condition of Hydl Park, in London, is disgraceful, as de-'l, tailed by a correspondent in the London Times, as follows: “It has come to be a thing tacitly acquiesced In that the broad graveled space in Hyde park op posite the Marble arch shall be dally given over to atheists, spouters of sedi tion, et hoc genus omne. For a long time past men have been in the habit of giving recitations and a sort of vul gar dramatic performance in the center of a huge circle of admiring loafers, protected and, apparently, patronized by the police. These men, often three in number, are provided with certain stage accessories in the shape of paint, red wigs, clowns’ dresses, and other tawdry things of the kind, while their vulgar sallies elicit roars of laughter and subsequently pecuniary contribu tions. This sort of thing being per mitted, I can conceive of no equitable reason why a nigger troupe, a German band, a set of jugglers, or any other class of street performers should not at once take possession of part of the va cant space and cater for’public favor. Many of them—‘Punch and Judy,’ for instance—would be infinitely less ob jectionable than the tatterdemalions who are now in possession." A Clever Prince**. The Princess Maud, whose engage ment to her cousin. Prince Carl of Den mark, has just been announced is the favorite child of the Prince of Wales. The prince speaks of her as “a good chap,” and in the family circle and to the intimate friends she is known as “Harrie.” The princess is quite a de termined young lady, as the following little story will show: Some two or three years ago the Wales girls were somewhat restricted a.s to dress allow ance, and Princess Maud grew so tired of a certain costume that wouldn’t wear out that one day she applied a match and the garment came to a brilliant if untimely end. Latterly the princesses have dressed well. The bride-elect af fects a certain "mannishness” of attire, wnd has been known to sport a single eyeglass with chic effect. The princess is three years older than her affianced husband. 1 Russian Despotism Is No More. Over 25,000 persons bave been set free from Russian prisons or have bad their sentences lightened by the action of the new czar’s proclamation »f last November, and many more will be dealt with as soon as their cases can be examined. “The agents of the Bible society have free passes on all crown railways in Russia, free carriage for their boxes of scriptures, free ingress to steamers, trains and schools,” says the correspondent of the New York Observer, and they are treated with urbanity and generosity by the high officials. The Rainiest Spot. The rainiest spot in the United States is at Nean Bay, Washington. The an nual rainfall there is 123 inches. • In New York city it is 45 inches.