Cartl’.v. seeing all is lost, caves in. and,
regardless of the prostrate figure of his
companion, jumps hurriedly over the
low wall, and disappears in the night
mist that is rolling up from the bay.
Rodney, lifting the gun, takes as sure
aim as he can at the form of the depart
ing hero; but evidently the bullet misses
its mark, as no sound of fear or pain
comes to disturb the utter silence of the
evening.
Then he turns to Mona.
“You have saved my life,” he says, in
tone that trembles'i'or the first time
mis evening, "my love; my brave girl!
But what an ordeal for you!”
“I felt nothing, nothing but the one
thing that I was powerless to help yon,”
says Mona, passionately; “that' was
biller.”
“What spirit, what coinage, you dis
playedl At first 1 feared you would
faint ”
[To be Continued.]
VOYAGE OF A BUOY.
From I Ml’ I’orf Hoyal, S. C. f to tli Hr
in (id a , and Still Wandering-.
An interesting instance of thi
strange wanderings of derelicts at sea
is furnished by the Atlantic pilot chart.
■OnNow 2(1, Ib8(l, the Port Royal
buoy having gone adrift, began its ca
reer of adventure off Charleston har
bor. Drilling out into the gulf stream
it remained in the warm waters of
that current during the remainder of
that year, gradually moving north
ward in a zigzag course, probably un
der the influence of conflicting winds.
It was last seen that year in the gulf
stream on pec. 24, 1886. Three
months lator it was discovered float
ing serenely along, in good condition,
off the eastern edge of the gulf stream
some 200 miles north of tho Bermudas.
