Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1870-04-20

"You cant tell her that. Besides you
are not sure that his boat hasn't wealth.
cred the gale. Yor did we'll to make
for the shore before night, but Grayton
was further out than you. The last
saw before il got too dark was his boat
/, near the brigantineW
q" P'raps he got aboard of her p'raps
/ not, for boat can't live ten minutes in
/, snch scar cried the fisherman, point
\ ing with his hand toward the huge waves
( that thundered against the shore over
(which they broke, throwing the spray far
/ inland.
'ih" My-husband-my husband have
| you seen him2' painted the woman, as
she ru shed passed the two men into the
shelter of the arched doorway.
A howling gust of wind sweeping
around the corners of the lighthouse
drowned the answer of the fisherman
She grasped bis arm and again demanded
the whereabouts of her husband
!" He hasn't come in. | guess he's
eIboard the brigantinei" answered the
nan. aiasms l7an t' a2
What vessel fired the gunsg inquired
Dora igsnsfclqmi boss Mso
Well, / guess it was the brigantine, F"
rie d the lighthouse keeper. Seel she $
sending up signal rockets" he shouted
moment after qHas l7J o.
Il Agssin lurid light illuminated the
wild Gene; it was the second rocket
anothe call for help from the vessel
"If he S firing anotherrocket she s on
the ban k or on therocks 1t matters lit
tie which way she goes down" shouted
the fisherman. gr 9r IN gw
The n ext moment he rushed down the
path to the shore, for a third rocket had
been fire d. a,.
Take my child--take my ehild--l
must save my husband' screamed Dora,
pushing bundle into the hands of the
lighthouse keeper
Stopl stopl' cried he, but she had
already vanished from his sight:
With a doubtful shake of the head the
keeper entered the kitchen, where he
found his wife, into whose charge he
gave the bundle.
Poor babe, only six months old and
already fatherlessl exclaimed the kind
woman, unrollingl the large shawl in
which was wrapped sleeping child.
"Its pity, sure enough" sympa-
thized the kind-hearted keeper II"
added he after pause, the old man
had relented and taken the couple to his
house, Charlie Grayton would never have
become fisherman -
Dora loved him, and told the old man
that she'd rather drown herself than
marry the rich fellow. And the old man
said: Do so; you can do as you like.
II you marry the poor boatman You will
never receive cent of my wealth. If
you ever get tired of living in hut, then
come to me-but don't bring your hus-
band. My door will never be open to
him.
"Yes, that's so. And | remember
when Dora received q letter from her
father, in which he begged her to return,
and leave her husband and baby; that
he had money enough TO pay for thou
self from the bonds of matrimony' said
the lighthouse keeper, who had put on
his coat and hat. .s
Nov, he continued, rTm off for the
cave. Look out for the light, and take
care of the babel
With these words the lighthouse keeper
left the room
Let US follow him HEEtB T9
The sea was now in perfect swirl,
tossing its white-capped waves high into
the murky air, and the putfs Of the gale
seemed to have increased in strength.
The waves leaped madly over the rocks
that lined the shore, and the salt spray
flew in feathery showers over a group of
four men and one woman, who were
standing near the white line cf the surf
They all gazed seaward.
Again the veil of driving clouds rent
asun1er, and the light of the moon re
vealed brigantine near a foam-crested
line of rocks about a mile away from the
shore.
Soon dun crash, which sounded above
the roar of the waves, proclaimed the /
doom of the vessel.
"My husband my husband!" shrieked 4
Dora, throwing her arms upward.
A white, cleaning speck was dancing (
a moment upon the crest of huge wave .
that came rolling toward the breakers.
1t was the fshboat of Dora's husband. I
BY the aid of his night glass the light
house keeper saw that as the boat passed
the stern Of the vessela man leaped over
board and was pickedu by the occupant
of the boat.
Your husband has saved man, but
they never will reach the shore; there's
too much undertow along the cape, and
the =" shouted the keeper, but he could
not finish the sentence, for az that mo-
ment a large wave thundered against the
shore and threw its binding spray over
the group.
Alter the wave had subsided, the party
saw naught of the brigantine.
But between them and the reef Of
rocks danced the little boat Of the fisher
man.
"If we could get a line to them, they'll 1
be saved. But we can get a boat over
ihe surf, and It would be risking ones
life to swim out there, remarked a
fisherman who stood near Dora.
Give me line, for God sake. give
me linel / have learned 70 swim; he
has taught mel screamed De==. pointing
toward the little boat which was now oniy
} few hundred yards from the shore,
Il came no nearer. despite the visible