Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1864-01-06

moment g Who did you say, Mr.. Lawford
Oh, for Gods sake, save him Save him, Mr.
Lawford! Save him, Captain Calthorpw
"My dear Young lady" said tie last name1
gentleman, . am sure Lawford didn't kno.
/ you were here, or be wouldn't"
This is no time for ceremony, Captain
Ca...horp," said Ellen, g for Heavens sake let
some effort be made TO save my sister's--to
save Mr.. Sandman :"
my dear Miss Barford," said Lawford,
| who had been whispering with Morgan, >
1 fear no mortal aid can avail the poor dear
fellow now. Before we could descend the
/ rock, and launch a boat, with the tide ebbing
at the rate il now is"
Hur would have been sweep round Cath
! rine's and away out TO sea ~ said Morgan.
4" Oh, help him :" screamed Kate. Oh,
! how cruel how cowardly On, help him,
Mr.. Lawford !" She lifted up her hands pit
/ eously to the lieutenant. "Oh, Mr.. Morti
bow" she exclaimed, as that gentleman came
/ slowly sauntering up the hill with Beppo at
! his heels, for Gods sake, save Mr.. Sand
/ ham {"
Save-Mr. Sandham-ny dear young la
/ dy; don't exactly comp rehend. began Mr..
Mortiboy, looking vaguely in the direction of
her outstretched hand then suddenly, Good
Lord is that his head There Down
there p
Eyes ~ whispered Ellen Barford; Eyes
| They say he viii be whined away before
boat could be Iaunched-they say he is lost
| now ~
. Not at all Not yet, at least ~ replied
Mortiboy, excited, but without much percepti-
ble alteration of manner. "While there's
life there's hope, you know, Miss B., and even
vet we may-Here, Beppo Hi, man
Good boyw The dog came, leaping round
his master Hi no! Not here There
there Look boy" catching him by the col
| lar, and pointing down to where Sandhams
head was u mere speck Un the water. Look.
man Look old boy He sees it, by love y
as the dog uttered a low growl and became
FESTIVE In old man In, fine fellow, In,
Beppo! Look. Noble dog, in he goes :"
Ia he went, with one bound over the low
stone wall, then quickly down the sloping
! slippery boulders, then with plunge into the
sea-lost sight of for moment, rising to
view again, padding off straight for the
drowning man. The swift current whirled
him in eddes here and there, but still the
brave dog persevered the spectators held
their breath, as they saw him bearing down
upon the black speck, which was every Sc
cond growing smaller and smaller, and reced-
ing further and further from the land But
the dog made grand progress, the strong,
sucking unGer-current helped him, and he ar
rived at Sandham's side Just in time for the
drowning man to fling bis arms round the
dogs neck, and to feel his shoulder seized by
the dogs teeth. They saw this from the
shore, and then Kate Barford tainted
But the work was only half done the dog
turned round and battled bravely for the
shore, but he was encumbereC by his burden,
and now the current was against him He
strOve and strove, but the way he made was
small, and every foot was gained with intense
struggling and exertion. by Jove He'll
never do it," cried Lieutenant Lawford, with
the glass at his eye and, as he said the words
old Morgan, preventive man, added through
his teeth, " Hur must be helped at any cost
and sped away down the rock, shaping his
course to where a small pleasure boat lay
high and dry on the sand Pm with YOU
governor" cried John Mortiboy; q can't
feather, but | pull strongish oar :" and he
followed the old man best he could. The
boat was reached, and pushed by main force
| to the waters edge, where MOrtiboy entered
1t, and old Morgan in waist-deep, TO give
it the starting shove, and then leaped in to
join his comrade. On they pulled, Morgan
with a measured steady stroke, Mortiboy with
! feyered strong jerks that sent the boats head
/ now to the right. now to the left when old
| Morgan, suddenly looking over his shoulder,
/ called out, g Hur's done Hur's sinking now
/ both on 'em !" MortibOy looked round too
/ they are still some ten boats length from the
| objects OF their pursuit, and both dog and
I man were vanishing. " Not YETI cried he;
and in an instant he had torn off the black
/ coat and the Wellington boots, and had flung
/ himself, nObly as bis own dog, into the sea
4 very few strokes brought him to Sand
/ ham; he seized him by the hair of his Id
/ and battled hravely with the waves; the dog
/ recognized his master, seemed to take fresh
courage, and the trio tloated until old Morgan
! dragged them one by one into the boat
hon rbeE no shg al liz
was on the beach, cheering with all its might
/ they lifted ont Mr. Sandman, insensble but
/ likely to recover, and they administered
very stiff glass of gTog TO Mr.. Mortiboy, who
was shivering like an aspen-leaf, but who re-
/ ceiyed even greater warmth from a warm
/ pressure Of Ellen Bradford's hand, and
( whispered - God bless you, Mr.. Mortiboy!n
\ than from the @~og-though he took that, too,
+ ike man whom it comforted. As for Bep-
Pc, don't know what the fishing population
would not have done him, but that he posi-
lively refused to stir from Sandham's side.
As they carried the artist up to his lodgings
the dog buried his nose in the pendant Aand,
and did not leave until he had seen his charge
safely placed in bed.
Mr. Sandman was in his own word, All
right next day, but MIR. Mortiboy, unaccus-
toned to exercise and damp, fell i'll, and was
confined to his bed for several weeks-would
have never left it, | think but for the care
and attention of his three nurses from Albion
Villa. OF these Ellen was the most constant
and the most regular, and the patient always
seemed better under her care.
- He is making progress, Kate" she said
one night to her sister. He is a good pa
tent. You know. as he would say himself,
I.c is so practical"
Sod bless his pfacticality, Nell" said
Kate, with tears in her eyes. Think what
it did for Us :"
Three years have passed since then, Major,
and "a family group is going to be gathered III
a large square room, built as a kind of ex-
creseuce to a very pretty villa in kensing-
ton This IS TO be the studio of Mr. Sand
ham, A. Il. A. But as the mortar and plas-
ter are extraordinarily slow in drying, when
were they not, Major = Mr. Sandman, \. r.
\, come up from Wales with the family
group, to take possession, has established
the group at the excellent lodgings of the
excellent Mrs. Lirriper, and he, the owner of
SAID studio, as smoking pipe with a worthy
Major, and smoothing with his siippered foot
the rough curly back of his dog Beppo, who
Is 0Utstretched in front of the fire. Mrs