d
to see how little they had eaten. Gertrude drew out her purse, and after
bestowing a fee upon the man, inquired whom she should pay for the meal.

"Pay, miss!" said the man, grinning. "Bless my stars! de gentleman pays
for all!"

"Who? What gentleman?" asked Gertrude, in surprise.

But before he could reply another waiter appeared and beckoned to his
fellow-waiter, who snatched up his tray and trotted off, leaving
Gertrude and Emily to wonder who the gentleman might be.

* * * * *

"What time is it?" asked she, on awaking.

"Nearly a quarter past three," replied Gertrude, glancing at her watch
(a beautiful gift from a class of her former pupils).

Emily started up. "We can't be far from New York," said she; "where are
we now?"

"I think we must be near the Palisades;" said Gertrude; "stay here, I
will go and see." She passed across the saloon, and was ascending the
staircase, when she was alarmed by a rushing sound, mingled with hurried
steps. She kept on, however, and had gained the head of the stairway,
when a man rushed past gasping for breath, and shrieking, "Fire! fire!"
A scene of dismay and confusion ensued too terrible for description.
Shrieks rose upon the air, groans and cries of despair burst from hearts
that were breaking with fear for others, or maddened at the certainty of
their own destruction. Those who had never prayed before poured out
their souls in the fervent ejaculation, "Oh, my God!"

Gertrude gazed around upon every side. Towards the centre of the boat,
where the machinery, heated to the last degree, had fired the vessel, a
huge volume of flame was visible, darting out its fiery fangs, and
causing the stoutest hearts to shrink and crouch in horror. She gave but
one glance; then bounded down the stairs to save Emily. But she was
arrested at the very onset. One step only had she taken when she was
encircled by two powerful arms, and a movement made to rush with her
upon deck: while a familiar voice gasped forth, "Gertrude, my child! my
own darling! Be quiet--be quiet!--I will save you!"

She was struggling madly. "No, no!" shouted she; "Emily! Emily! Let me
die! but I must find Emily!"

"Where is she?" asked Mr. Phillips; for it was he.

"There, there," pointed Gertrude--"in the cabin. Let me go! let me go!"

He cast one look around him; then said, in a firm tone, "Be calm, my
child! I can save you both; follow me closely!"

With a leap he cleared