Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1874-06-11

storm year ago." Greggett muttered,
barring his head and pointing to the
long, low line of white clouds rolling
up to the west like smoke. "See them
white caps?''
Yes" Mr.. Weller said, throwing a
net across the fence. "Yes, sir, it'll
blow great guns afore mornin'; wonder
Thurlow han't set the lights. Come,
Tim, lad" as puff of warm air, redo
lent with the scent of golden cerncake
and fish fried brown, came from the
open window. "Come, let us go to
supper night Greggett," and the cot
tage door closed behind them.
The wind blew a perfect hurricane,
and the rain came down In torrents.
Tim, as he sat before the fire toasting
his feet preparatory to going to bed,
shivered to hear the great waves dash
upon the rock, falling back with sui
len roar, only to make fresh onset to
listen to the soughing of the wind
around the cottage.
"Boom-boom-boom!
Tim sprung to his feet, Mr.. Weller
laid his black clay pipe on the mantle
shelf, and walked to the window.
"Some ship / s'pose has lost her
reckoning" he said, adding complacent-
ly, "How they could do that with
such light as our'n is morn can
tell"
The Gull's Head lighthouse was a
source of pride to every fisherman on
the coast.
Boom-boom-boomw
| Tim tugged at his boots, still soaked
and shrunken with sea-water.
Boom--boom--boom !" sounded
the signal of distress. and = Tins
excited fancy the hOarse-voiced breakers
seemed to answer, "Doomed-doomsd
-doomed"
Running into the rocks, its likely"
muttered Mr.. Weller, taking down his
hat. "The fools must be blind as bats
that can't see the light"
Father, mayn't / go?"
"No, Tim, youe'r best off where you
are" and Mr.. Weller slouched his hat
over his eyes, buttoned his smock
tighter and went out.
| "Boom-boom-bO |"
Tim couldn't stand that. He tore his
cap from its nail and rushed out into the
binding rain, followed by his mothers
warning voice
"Tim, do We mind what yer father
told ye?
Outside the gate he stopped a mo-
ment. Men were hurrying toward the
beach.
He glanced in the direction of the
Head. The mass of rock was dimly
outlined against the pall-hke blackness
of the sky. Not glimmer of light
came from its crest. The white-capped
waves were running mountain high
flashing themselves into foaming rage
against the rocky wall.
Godfrey !" he calculated, ct don't
see what Bill Thurlow can be thinking
of not to light the tower such a night as
this. Somebody'll have to go out"
On the beach men were running back
and forth, staring into each other faces
in wild amazement. Some one had
launched small boat, and Greggett
was saying:
"Can't be done. No boat could live
in such a sea. Jake Thompson is the
largest man among us, and he couldn't
get boat across them rocks to the
tower such night as this.
"Where's the life-boat ?"
Stove up when we took off the crew
of the Polly Harms
Tim heard it all.
Father, father, let me go. I'm little
and light and strong. knew all about
the lights, for / have been there many
time with Bill. Please, fatherl"
At that instant came the boom of
non from the distressed ship, and Tom,
mad with excitement, rushed through
the crowd to the waters edge and sprang
into the boat. A great wave lifted it
and sent it far into the sea.
No one spoke word. The reckless
daring of the boy awed them. Only a
murmur, loud because so common,
broke from the group upon the beach.
Once they saw him use his oars brave
ly. The boat poised on the crest of a
hugh wave moment. and then plunged
into the trough of the sea.
Boom boom-boom. The ship was
driving nearer, when suddenly, through
the binding spray, a CLEAN, like star
of hope, shot from the tower, and in an
instant Gull's Head was all ablaze with
light
OuOut aIter SnOut-cneer AFTER cneer
mingling with the rushing storm, went
up from the beach. Salute after salute
not distress signals now-the ships
guns belched forth in answer to the
hurrahs ON shore. / hardly think it
was second even to the great Anvil
Chorus-and all this jubilee in Tins
honor. In the morning the sea was
calm as if never a thought of tempest
had ruffied its bosom, and when Tim
came on shore and found himself lion
lied and praised and petted-even by
his stepmother-I am afraid he could
not have been so sorry as he should for
poor Bill Thurlow's paralytic shock.
Somehow the captain discovered Tins
fundamentally in saving his vessel, and
what the captain knew the ship-owners
must have found out, for one night when
he came home from his holster buoys
he found bulky package sealed with
red wax awaiting him, in which was a
statement of deposit made that day at
the Seaton Bank by the owners of the
steamship " Mermaid in favor of Tim
otby Weller.
Tim is going to school now, and is DO
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