The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1865-05-24

might never get back alive"
ado yon want 10 try 10 save those people
and The woman with the liule baby in .he
boat ?" asked The youngest girl
Il want TO, my children. But it will be
terrible tough work 10 keep the boat up in
this storm. Your mother is away my chill
dren, bnt you are old enough to understand
what mean. Shall your iaiher run The
risk and Try to get out in The long boat TO
those people whose only chance of life il
is, or shall be stay at home with his little
girls, and let the schooRer founder?"
And the children answered simutane
ousIy--
"Oh, father, try and save her !" And the
elder girl continued solemnly--
"Aod little sister and will pray 10 the
Father 10 heaven to bring you back safe,
and ibe people too"
So the Iighi-house keeper kissed his chill
dren and commended them TO the love Of
God, and went out.
What was done had TO be done quickly.
The children hurried 10 and fro bringing
cushions and food, and cordials which were
all slowed away in the long boat and then
The sailor departed
Three times the wind drove the light,
long, row-boat on shore but the heart was
brave aud the hand skiIIful. snd the eve
steady, tha, guided h er, and the fourth time
the little boat rocked and quivered on, on
the seelhing sea, and the children watched
from the window.
The laundering schooner lay half mile
at TIE east end of the island. Every wave
dashed the sali agony over the half dozen
people huddled together on its highest point,
and there they stood with death staring
them close in The face while they watched
the path of the long boat as she fell and
rose on the waves and they knew that she
held, under God, their only chance OF life.
Three hoars had passed, and then the
light-kouse keeper safely opened once more
the door OF the sitting room, and by bis side
stood a white, drenched, utterly worn out
woman, and in the mans arms was a small
bundle.
The children sprane forward
"Oh, father, have you go; back Have
you saved them slI?" they cried simuIra-
neously.
Every one, thank God. children The
wind drove Us on the other side OF the is :
land, bat We at last got TO land The men
will be up in a moment, bui hurried along
with the mother aud the baby"
The poor, drenched, brearbless woman
sa; down. Her lace wac as white as the
dead's faces are. She put out her arms and
moared feebly,
'ls my babe alive ?''
The Iighthopse keeper removed the
heavy blanket which covered the chill
There it lay, bright and warm, and looked
up in his face with It's soft blue eyes, hay-
ing no dream Of the death from which il
had been rescued.
"Oh, father, isn't that pretty !' cried the
'linle daughters OF The Iigh,.house keeper
It's as pretty sight as | ever saw, )" said
the brave man, who had iust risked bis
life for the life Of others, and was fairly
melted TO tears.
And then the heavy tramp of the three
men whom the lighthouse keeper had
taken off The vessel was heard on the mar.
row grsvei walk; and at that moment the
stately schooner bowed her tall mssIs, and
The angry waves lifted up their great arms
and drageed her down, down into their dark
depths, but there was no life of man OF
woman on board OF her