The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1870-11-24

> !. 54... NO. 10.
i strong cable is attached to the small
rope md drawn on board-then sec.
ond-and the communication is COM
plete. But no time is to be lost, for
the stern shows signs Of breaking up,
and there is lady passenger. Whilst
the ca p ain is planning a sort of chair
I in which she might be moved, Tyraw-
ley lifts her upon his left arm, steadies
himself with his right by the upper
rope, and walks along the lower as if he
had been dancer. He is the first on
shore, for no sailor would leave till the
lady was safe. But they soon follow,
and in five minutes the ship is clear
FIVE minutes more, aud no trace of her
is left.
Ravelstoke Hall has been aroused by
The news of the wreck, aud Mr.. Rave]
stoke has just arrived with brandy and
blankets. Him Tyrawley avoids; and,
thinking he can be of no further use,
he betakes himself across the country
once more, and by the aid of the friend
ly elm rega1ns his chamber without
observation.
:, The lady, whom Tyrawley had de-
posted in cottage, with a strong re-
commentator that she should 20 to
sleep Immediately, was soon carried off
in triumph by Mr. Ravelstoke to the
Hall, and welcomed by lady Grace at
5half-past three iu the morning. There
were very few of the guests who slept
uu3istrubed that night. The unusual
noise in the house aroused everybody,
and many excursions were made in un.
finished costume to endeavor to ascer-
tam what was going on. The excite
ment eliminated when the miscellane-
Gus assemblage who had conducted the
captain and some of the crew to the
Hall, after being wellsupplied with ale
and stronger liquids, conceived that
it would be the correct thing to give
three cheers at the hour of half-past
five.
If was then that lord Todmulton,
an Irish peer, laboring under an errooe-
GUS impression that the house was at
tackled, was discovered on the landing
place, in array consisting principally of
a short dressing-gown, flannel waist
coat, and fowling piece.
Breakfast that morning was des.
ultory meal. People finished, and
talked about the wreck, and tegan
again. It seemed quite impossible 10
obtain anything like an accurate ac-
count of what had taken place. A!
last the captain appeared, and though
almost overwhelmed by the multiplici
ty of.questions, nevertheless, between
the intervals, 6t>broiled ham md cot,
fee, he managed to elucldate matters
4 little.,
Then came the question, "Who is il
| who swan to the vessel?" Tyrawley
had only been at Rave!stoke few days
and was stranger in the neighbor.
hood. None of the servants had reach
ed the coast till it was all over, there
had been no one to recognize him
II scarcely saw him." said the cap
tain "bnt he was dark, tallish man
with great deal of beard"
"Was he a. gentleman asked Mis-:
Constance Baynton, who has been tax
ing deep interest in the whole affair
"Well, dye see, Miss, I can't exact
ly say, for he hadn't much on; but j
he isn't he'd make good one tha
I'll go bail for. He's the coolest han,
ever saw. Stay now I think of it.
I shouldn't wonder if he was naval
man, for he pulled his forelook, half
laughing like, and said, Come or
board, sir to me, when we pulled
him up"
"Perhaps it was Rutherford" said
| Mr.. Ravelstoke, naming the lieutenant
in the navy che is tall and dark
| "Aud he has been letting his nous
tache grow, since he came on shore,
observed young lady.
| "Whcre is he 7"
: But Mr.. Rutherford has gone dow1
to the cliff, to inspect the scene of th
: disaster.
2"Begging your pardon" sir, said the
a butler, ''it could not have been an,
gentleman stopping in the house, TO
/ the door was fastened till the peopl
came down to tell sou Of the wreck
4 At this monent-half-past ten, a. n
\ Mr.. Tyrawley walked into the break
j fast-room. He was got up, if posi-
BILE, more elaborately than usual.
."Now, here's gentleman, capital,
Mr.. Tyrawley, who has been all owe
4 the world, and met with some straug
adventures. I'll be bound he neve
SAW anything equal to the affair of las
night"
"You'd nearish thing Of it cap
tain 2" inquired Tyrawley, speskin