The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1874-11-27

We dressed, and summoned the Scr
wants. and those that could keep their
breath labored out with lanterns to the
Dluft, now and then throwing them.
selves down in order not to Be blown
With the drifting snow, Heaven knew
where; and they tried to- kindie .
hre, but it was uselcse-the storm ex.
t'nguished faster than they could re-
build it. So they came back, and We
lighted up al the seaside windows of
the house, and We waited together. the
minute gun still booming, till at last |
We thought NO heard it long after there
Was no sound but the terrible Sounds
OF the storm. But after while the
gale began to abate, and we dropped
asleep, on the sofa. on the hearth rug,
any where, and mamma sent us back
to bed; and when VIC woke there was a
gray sky, and the wind had gone down,
though the sea was still swelling and
roaring and running white. But pres.
emily the sun rose in golden glow upon
an ICY world, glittering back in splen-
dor, and there was blue sky and the
perfect glory If clear autumnal day;
and the girls came running into our
rooms to tell us there was vessel
ashore on the reef below tho bluff, an
awful sight-broken, half dismasted,
the sea running over her bows, her cord.
age pendent with huge icicles, and men,
like icicles themselves, clinging to the
rigging.
Before we could reach the bluff, fish.
ermen from the village were up there
with ropes and cables and boat hooks,
taking measures th4t resulted in moth.
ing, for there was nothing they conld
do. It was impossible to launch boat.
In such a sea no one could swim q
stroke; and though the little broken
brig was almost within hailing distance,
nobody could have heard a word in all
that crying Of the sea and before
rockets could be brought from the
town, on which to send line FLYING
over the deck, the brig would 70 to
pieces. One by one the poor wretches
in the rigging were dropping of, and a
battered body was washed up, and was
caught with boat hook by old Ben
Morse-a warning to any one who would
have ventured out.
One of the fishermen had his spy
glass with him. "Don't we know .one
Of them chaps :" said he; aid he gave
the glass to us, and we saw, or thought
we saw, the plaid Scotch cap that we
had seen before, the fair hair, the inso-
lent, handsome face, now white and
awful in the supreme hour that con.
fronted it. "By King!' said old Ben,
cts young Maynardier! And this is
the brig Frolic from Antigua. And
unless we can get rope to them they re
all gone together, for the wreck will all
break up with the food tide. I'd give
year of my life for rocket
| Anstice stood still moment; and as
glanced at her she looked like one of
the frozen corpses tossing in tho angry
water at our feet. Then she turned
and ran to the house, as if sh. feared
something would make her halt; and
when she came out she had her great
bow and bunch of arrows, and Aunt
Maria was bringing the bow strings.
She strung the bow as she came run
ming along, and though old Ben
laughed scornfully, she told him impe-
riously she could, at any rate, do no
harm. And taking q coil of cord, she
stationed all Of us in one long line, with
open hands, across which she stretched
the slender cord that she unwound, so
that it lay unhindered, and could slip
through our hands untangled; and old
Ben began to see some wisdom, and to
give her some directions. Then An.
stice fastened one end of the light cord
to her arrow, her best and frmcst ar.
row, and she threw off her hood and
shawl, and stood bending her bow a
moment, and then she lifted and pulled
the string.
| never can recall that sight without
SILVER and a shudder, it was so beau.
tiful and so sublime, as she stood there
her lovely head thrown back, and all
her bright hair streaming, and sent off
that arrow to save the life Of tho man
who had destroyed her lover and all
her peace. She looked like a great
avenging angel, and the twanging Of
that bowstring rung in my ears
above the sound of the SURF even
while that cord was slipping across my
hands, as across all the others, so fast
it scorchcd the skin. And the arrow
few up into the blue sky-far, far up,
and over, and turned and fell and
plunged into the sea beyond the brig;
and they had caught the little cord
there, and held it fast, and drew on
board with it presently the somewhat
stouter cord that old Ben had dashed
to the other end. And when that
stouter cord was in their hands, thew
drew in by that hempen rope the
size Of your finger, and that was spite.
cd at the other end to a great cable.
And as swiftly as they could, with their
frost'bitten fingers, and in the sea that
broke over them still in such shooting
splcndor, they made the cable fast
and with loops about their waist slipped
over the cable to prevent their being
washed away, hand over hand they
clambered to the land.
Two had already passed along before
Scotch cap; and watching him, we saw
him push before him another, whose
muffled face we had not seen, and him
self help to lash round the cable the
rope that held him. And when old Ben
and his fellows caught this last conner,
and passed him up the bluff, to be sent
along with the other rescued ones to our
house, almost dead, but, thank God,
not quitc--Anstice, STOPPING over, and
crying out with great voice of love,
had her arms about Ralph again And
as for all the rest of US, and of that
crew, what Thanksgiving We had
An American writes from London:
II never, in the whole course of my
life. met Such a collection Of idiotc aud