The Cadiz sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1864-1911, 1865-10-11
ESTABLISHED AID. 1882. -
TRUSTED AND TRUSTY.

"Over the side with ye, boy quick; one
minute delay may cost your lifei eSclaim-
e Mr. Gray to fellow pass nger who hes-
tated about swinging himself down by arope
into boat which rucked in the waves below
the burning ship. The flames were raging
round the mast and yard; the sails caught
fire, blazed and shriyeled, thick volumes Of
black smoke hung like aS9neral pell over
the vessel, and the awful r glare Was re-
fected on the sea, which gfowed like fiery
| iurn8e 1t was no time for delay, indeed,
and yet Reginald drew back from the YES
sells side. 81 had forgotteni it, j" he exclaim-
ed and darted back toward the cabin.
Madness, he is lost!'' muttered Mr..
Gray; mo money was worth such risk
| That young life is thrown awayl"
Sailors and passengers with eager haste
| lowered themselves into the boats. but there
was not room for all Some, under the 'di-
reetion of the captain, whose brave spirit
only rose with the danger, hastily lashed
spars together to form rude raft for the
rest Mr.. Gray labored among these, gas
| ping and almost tainting from the heat,
which had become well nigh intolerable. -
Often he glanced anxiously toward the
5hatchway, with the faint hope of seeing
young Reginald emerge again from the burn
ing cabin into which he had SO daringly ven
tured.
The raft, the last hope of the crew, is
| floating on the crimson pillows, the crowded
boats have sheercd off, Mr.. Gray, half
blinded and suffocated by the heat and
smoke, springs down on the raft, he is fol-
lowed by the captain, and all who remain of
| the passengers and crew, except the poor
| orphan boy Just as they were about to
push off-"Hold! Hold" cries Mr.. Gray,
starting up from his place, as a light form,
blackened with smoke, and dress singed and
burned, appears on the deck, hesprings over
the bulwarks, misses the raft, and the next
moment is dragged out of the pillows to lie
gasping and exhausted with his head on the
knee OF Mr.. Gray. ,-...
'Ihank God, my poor boy you arc sa-
ved"
THANK Cod" family muttercd Reginald
Clare.
A strange appearance was presented by
the lad. His hair and eyebrows were sing
ed, marks of burning were on his face and
hands, his dress hung in tattcrs around him,
but he held in his grasp flat parcel wrapt
up in oil cloth, and faint smile rose to his
lips as he murmured, II am SO glad that |
have it all safe!
1t was not until the vessel had burned
down to the waters edge, and the flames
had sunk at last from having nothing fur
thcr on which to vent their fury, that the
captain dared to raise boat-sai which he
had the foresight to carry with him. BY
means Of this he succeeded. after long
hours of painful anxiety, in reaching soon
after sunrise, the coast, from which the
homeward bound vessel had not been many
miles distant when the terrible FIRE had uc
cured.
When the worst of the peril was over,
and the raft, under faynrng breeze, was
floating tward the la,d, Mr. Gray, whotclt
a strong interest in Reginald Glare, asked
the poor lad questions regarding his family
and position. He knew aleady that the
boy was the orphan Of a missionary, whe
hal died at Sierra Leone; he now found
thaty,ung r g;nald was returning to Eng
land, to be dependent on an uncle whom he
had never seen.
II am glad that you have succeeded in
saving something, observed Mr.. Gray,
who had himself preserved box containing
his principal treasures, doubtless that par
Gel, for which you ri-ked your life, contains
something of very great value. a.
II do not know what it contains, sir, !"
was Reginald $ reply.
''Not know what it contains!' exclaimed
Mr.. Gray
ut is not mine" said the boy in expla-
nation lit is parcel entrusted to my,
care 'fr,t& E,.t- ',3|f
"And you really rushed back into the
burning cabin to carry off what was not the
eli oIn tp a,,J nF
value to any one clsr!'
The pale check of the boy flushed as if
were almost hurt at the question: and made
the simple reply: vi. M liil'.Mt ss
Il had been trnstcd-I had promised
what else could I have done?''
The party safely landed in England. AS
the fire had left poor Reginald pepniless,
Mr.. Gray literally paid for his journey to
London. Reginald arrived that evening at
his uncle's home. where he was received first
with amazcment at his burnt and ragged
state, till surprise was changed to pity, on
the cause Of his strange appearance being
known.
1t soon became clear to the boy that lii
uncle, Mr., Brown, and his wife, were not in
easy circumstances, and very likely to feel
his maintanancc an unwecome burden
The thin. sharp featured lady. in her gown,
and that turned and dyed, looked grayely at
the tattered clothes which must at once be
| re-plact by new ones.
Did you save nothing from the fre?'-
inquired Mrs. Brown, az, on the following
morning, as she poured out at the breakfast
table some very pale tea.
Nothing, but parcel which I had in
charge for Mrs Bates, of Eccleston Square,
here it is, and Reginald laid on the table
the fiat parcel wrapt in oil-cloth. Gould
yon tell me how to send it?'' ...........
There was no diffulty in sending the par
eel, as Mrs. Bates happened to live near;
but Reginald could see that his aunt was
was provoked at this being the only thing
he had rescued out of the flames. Her i'm
patience broke out into open expressions
when, as the old couple and the boy sat to-
gcther in the evening by the light of a sim
pie dip candle note was brought in from
Mrs. Bates, thanking Mr.. Glare coldly Tor
bringing the parcel of dried fern leaves, but
informed him that they been sadly broken
and spoilt on the journey.
Mr. Brown leaned back in his arm chair
and laughed, ''Dried fern leavesl' he chuck
led, "and spoiled ones too boot They've
only been pulled out of one fire into anoth-
er!' r,iG.Ia.,st. - a. vi 3.,.r \,
Poor Reginald was mortified and vexed.
The burns on his face and hands seemed to
pain him more than ever. 'And yet, I"
thought he, II needn't mind; [ only done
my duty. had been trusted, and prom
ised; could not have broken my word.--
How could have guessed what was in that
parccl?' F." r.stNt.at a''' 'rtt
"Rot-tatl" IT. was fhe knoc, of tho eve