The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1859-12-17

nlInSeI Win lis Il9uI Oy the upper rope,
and walks along the lower as if he had
: been a dancer. He is the first on shore,
for no sailor would leave till the lady was
safe. But they soon follow, and in five
minutes the ship is clear-fve minutes
more, and no trace of her is left.
Ravelstroke Hall has been aroused by the
news of the wreck, and Mr.. Ravelstroke has
just arrived with brandy and blankets
! Him Tyrawley avoids and, thinking he can
be of no further use, he betakes himself
across the country once more, and by the
aid of the friendly elm regains his chamber
! without observation.
/ The lady, whom Tyrawley had deposited
in a cottage, with strong recommendation
that she should go to sleep Immediately,
was soon carried off in triumph by Mr. RAJ
velstroke to the Hall, and welcomed by
! Lady Grace at three o'clock in the morn
ing. There were very few of the guests
who slept undisturbed that night. The un-
usual noise in the house aroused every body,
and many excursions were made in un-
finished costumes to ascertain what was go
ing on. The excitement eliminated when
the miscellaneous assemblage who had con-
Quoted the captain and some of the crew to
the Hall, after being well supplied with ale
and stronger liquids, conceived that it would
be the correct thing to give three cheers at
the hour of half past FIVE.
1t was then that Lord Todmulton, an
Irish peer, laboring under an erroneous i'm
preston that the house was attacked, was
discovered Oh the landing place, in an array
consisting principally of a short dressing
gown, flannel waistcoat, and fowling-
piece.
Breakfast that morning was desultory
meal. People finished, and talked about the
wreck, and began. again. 1t seemed quite
impossible to obtain anything like an accu-
rate account of what had taken place. At
last the captain appeared, and though almost
overwhelmed by the multiplicity of ques-
tions, nevertheless, between the intervals OF
broiled ham and coffee, he managed to elu-
cidate matters little.
Then came the question, who was it who
swan out to the vessel. Tyrawley had only
been mt Ra eelstoke n few days, and was a
stranger in the neighborhood. None of the
servants had reached the coast till it was all
over SO there had been no one to recognize
him.
al scarcely saw him" said the captain;
but he was II dark tallish man, with great
deal of beard"
"Was he II gentleman ?" asked Miss Con-
stance Baynton, who had taken deep in
terest in the whole affair.
well, dye sec Miss, can't exactly say,
for he hadn't much on but. if he isn't, he'd
make a good one, that III go bail for. He's
the coolest hand | ever saw. Stay, now
think of it, shouldn't wonder if he was a
naval man, for he pulled his forelOck, half
laughing-like, and said, 'Come on board,
Sir to me, when we pulled him. up"
"Perhaps it was Rutherford" said Mr..
Ravestoke, nameing the lieutenant in the
navy {" he is tall and dark y
And he has been letting his moustaehe
grow since he came on Shore" observed
young lady.
Where is he2"
But Mr.. Rutherford was gone down to
the cliff to inspect the scene of the dis
aster.
"Begging your pardon, Sir" said the
butler, ait could not be any gentleman
stopping in the house, for the door was fast
ened till the people came down to tell you
of the wreck"
At this moment-half-past ten A. NJ
Mr.. Tyrawley walked into the breakfast
room. He was got up, if possible, more
elaborate than usual.
Now, here's gentleman, captain, Mr..
Tyrawley, who has been all over the world,
and met with some strange adventures. I'll
be bound he never saw anything to equal
the affair of last night"
YOU'D q nearish thing of it, captain ?"
inquired Tyrawley, speaking very slowly.
His manner and appearance quite disarmed
any suspicion the captain might have of his
identity.
Five minutes more, Sir, and Davy
Jones' locker would have held us all. Beg
ging your pardon, Miss apologizing to
Constance.
Tie captain Lad aIreaGy repeated the
story reasonable number of times, and
was anxious to finish his 4l eakfast. So
Miss Constance gave it all for the benefit of
Mr. Tyrawiey, dressed in her own glowing
periods.
Tyrawley made no observation upon her
recital, but took thild egg.
"Well, Mr.. Tyrawley,n said she at last,
"what do you think of the man who swan
out to the wreck p -..
"Why, think, Miss Baynton-=-I think,
said he hesitating, a. that he must have got
very wet And | sincerely hope he won't
catch cold" -s-
| There was a general laugh at this, in
which the captain joined; but it is to be
4 feared that Miss Constance stamped her
| pretty little foot under the table.
| Tyrawley turned, and began to talk TO
| Miss Mellish, who was sitting on his right.
! As he was speaking the door on his left
| opened, and Lady Grace Ravelstoke enter
ed with the lady passenger. The lady
heard him speak, and there are some voices
which woman never forgets, and the dan
gerous journey over the rope had not pass
| ed in silence.
She laid her hand upon his arm, and
said, % Oh, Sir, how can thank YOU"
Tyrawley rose, as in duty bound, saying
~ Do not speak of it; did not kEow when
came off that was to have the pleasure of
assisting you"
But the astonishment of the captain was
beautiful to behold.
"Why, you don't mean to say. Well,
| never-dash my wig-well I'm. Here,
shake hands, Sir, will you" And he
stretched across the table brawny hand,
not much smaller than a shoulder of NUT
, ton.
The grip with which Tyrawley met his
, seemed to do great deal more to convince
him of his identity, than the lady's recog-
= milton of their preserver.
r The day was as wet as the preceding
Half an hour after breakfast Mr.. Tyrawlev