The Evansville journal., 1870-06-02
TUESDAY. JUEB 2, 1879.
EBR-TIDE.

y1E Ea3kS a t0am-Ias bed cliff burylnk
PCS o ia an angry sea; and q long
Waite fringe Of surf drawing a line
1o the blackness Of the night; q
0g gale of wind howling through
the low caverns among the rocks
ana 8 great ship going to pieces on the
reef outside; an old man STOPPING over
some object which the sea had thrown
pililassly among the stones, ond hold
ina lantern forward, as if to see
1irc it was that he stumbled
lS brandy. my good fellowl''
atvo trying to throw his voice
sha loud roar of the breakers.
al do you good. l have it.
lifted up the thing which he
aad set it on a rock which the
It's fury assaulted less mercl-
han the others. By the lau-
light it seemed to be a young
not strikingly handsome. but
ell formed, regular features, and
mass of brown hair which lay
his face like drift of matted
ed. He opened his eyes a mo-
ss a the glare of the lantern, and
lropped backward again in a
no use," muttered the old man.
Hes most dead already. The old
r1n j will hev to tend him."
Like one who was used to such bur
Gars he lifted the insensible waif
lightly in his arms, and climbed with
him By the steep path to the top of the
ciiG above. A little cottage built far
back rom the edge of the rocks, sent
h nE IT0hk aIaauTnU
hr0ugh the clustering, inky night,
far 8uG to sea; aud toward this the old
fisherman made his way.
ere mother" he said, bursting
open be door with his foot, and de-
pos tiLg the bubble-for it was little
else aow-upon q couch within; take
care o7 this one, he is the first. The
vess el breaking up; there may be
more. Hot brandy and plenty of
blankets gill do it. guess,
Mercy upon us cried the old NO.
man. what q good looking young
aan Lay him down there. That's
it. Now leave him to me, Silas Grant,
aa5 20 back and help the others. I've
res lrFsete6 more than one young chap,
sud an old one. too, that was higher
g0De than this"
II know it, said Silas. Where's
Flora2"
Il snt her off to bed. was afraid
SONS 1f 'em might be brought in here
that even / couldn't resuruect; and
there's no use in her seeing such
tuinRa."
Quite right" he replied, buttoning
m his coat for another rally into the
1A Don't let her see him either
before morning"
Wrapped snugly in Dame Grants
wsrm blankets, and with hot water
bottles at his hands and feet. the res
susd nan glided, almost without a
waking pause, from the unconscious
ness cP death to the insensibility of
sleep.
To him the bowling gale and beat
iH storm without were as the wind
ap ain of another world. Heaeard
tism not. He knew nothing of the
lifting spars, and timbers, and pieces
HI week that came floating to the
al ore all night; some with clinging
rarvaes Of breathing, yet half-drowned
7- eame with only freight of gastly
dead some with not even that poor
1o7 but knotted with ends OF rope
uieces of torn handkerchiefs,
IRON which the owners had lost their
hold. md sank forever In the boiling.
foaming sea He heard nothing of the
crashing breakers on the shore below /;
saw nothine Of the beacon fires lighted
along the cliffs for the guidance of
auv boat that might be struggling
from the vessel toward the sEore. 1t
war not till long afterward that be
knew he story of that dreadful night
and Of his own rescue. Then they
told him of the dead mother whom
tae sea had hurled piteously ashore.
vith her lifeless infant clasped close
to her cold bosom, and her long hair
sFceg ng its baby face; and of that
other silent story of woman's love,
where one, when 10 the heaviest of the
surf, and almost within reach of help,
on looking around in the glare of the
bsao0ns, and seeing that her husband
had lost his hold upon the slender
apor that had thus far borne them
both. let go her own grasp also, and
follow ID him to death without a cry.
Through all these things he slept In
ueaee II unconsciousness.
Whan be awoke it was to light and
life. The first object that met his
DBenirg eyes was one so unreal and
beautiful that he doubted whether il
bel0re e3d to heaven or earth. At the
window. near his bed, sat young and
slender figure, with faithful, frank,
blre eyes, bending over some pretty
work a worsted. Lovely as the rosy
beauty of her cheeks, yet was it sur
PASSED by the glory of her long and
wondrous hair, which dropped down.
ward upon her shoulders in the morn
iDe sunlight-for the storm had bro.
ken with the day-in a ripping fall O.
Glowing gold. He gazed at her in 81
lsnee sor several moments before h'
could collect his confused thoughts.
How long have you been hereP
hs asked. at length.
Sha eft her seat and came to hi
side softly.
For an hour almost. Are yor
bstter2"
Yes, think so, except my arm.
eang lift that 1t must be broken,
thIBk. How came l here?"
Father brought you here las
rirht DOu't you remember YoT
w "a own on shore from the wreck.
'Ah yes; / know. Were ther,
many savedY
Not many. OnIy two or thre
alive tley say"
Who are your"
Flora Grant. And your
Nobody"
Haven't you a name?" she asked
opening her blue eyes.
"Ah my name. Yes; Arthur ROl
lesion Now think l will go &
sleep. Peasel sit where can see yov
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