The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1875-11-12

door, then burst it open without waiting
70 be hidden. A stalwart man and his
son, sat over the CRATE. Both started to
.Sa starting III syes. WHY: Miss
but stopped them. .s:. IS.
II :'For.s God Il sake s 4 cried. .'come with
me! The beacon st Avondale landing has
not yet been lighted, and the house. on
tho rocks IS burning white light, and
the Cora Bell will be : wreck unless
something is done. One Of. you 60 to
Avondale, and see Why the keeper has
neglected his duty, and one Of you come
with me to the light:house on tho rocks"
"With you, Miss Rose, Why" r ~.
eyes, with mel! can't stay here, I
must 60 with you in the boat and see
that the light is put out: l am not
afraid. The night is dark, but the lake
is not rough. The only danger is threat
ening the Cora Bell. We must be
:. On we hurried, keeping pace with the
long.legged fisherman. Down to the
landing the young man FASTENED, and up
into the lighthouse: while sprang into
the boat (which the old man unlocked,
and scarcely waiting for him to scat him.
self. seized, an oar and rowed with all my
might. How slowly We went-how slow.
~. Would We never reach the rocks
And all the time that wicked, hateful
light shining into my very eye-balls.
There at last! The light made the land
ing less dangerous than I had thought.
The old man fastened his boat and l
clambered up the rocks.
''Careful, Miss he continued, "thosc
rocks are wet and slippery; but reach.
ed TIE lighthouse, and entered with =
heart SO weak with fears for the Cora
Bell, that l forgot all danger for myself.
I ran like squirrel up stairs, up the lad
der--on. up-up-till l reached the
tower. opened the door, leaped into
the loft where the lamp cleaned and
flashed its white light into my very eyes.
A man with daredevil face, turned at
the noise. He had been so intently gaz.
ing through glass upon the waters that
he had not heard my approach. "Ficad!''
cried, what would you do - and with
one bound dashed my whole force
against the lamp, shattering it in pieces,
and extinguishcd the baleful light. For
one moment We were left in utter dark
ness, and q mans voice hissed-"Girl,
you shall rue this-I have you in my
power now I felt his iron grip upon
my wrist, and screamed outright. Then
the door burst opcn-the light Of lam
tern flashed into the tower. and the burlv
form Of the fisherman entered and stood
behind us. "Seize him-bind him. I
cried. HE will kill me-
The burly fisherman set down his lamp
and caught the arms OF Breeze Rogers,
and quickly as thought pinioned them at
his back. I tore up the skirt of my
dress and twisted it in stout cord, that
securely fastened the villains limbs. He
scarcely movcd-so sudden had been the
fisherman's attack, so iron.like his hold.
"Now bring him down." I said, Il will
lead the way with the lantern. He took
Breeze Rogers 1.-THE, slender figure in his
arms as If it had been = child's, and fol-
lowed me down the ladder. 1t was a
treacherous descent, but we landed safely
| upon the rocks, and took our seats in the
boat. Breeze was not gagged, yet he had
said no word-made no sound. We had
not rowed half the distance back to the
landing, when, joy Of joys! the light
flashed out from tho Avondale beacon
house, reaching far over the waters, and
l knew the Cora Bell was saved.
The strain upon my nervous system
had been too great. As we reached the
Avondale landing I fell in dead faint,
and knew no more till 1 woke in my room
surrounded by crowd of anxious faces.
Harwood was rubbing my hands. mamma
bathing my forhead, some strange faces
we're scattered about the room, and Roll
lin-my Rollin-bent over me with tears
in his blue eyes. When I was strong
enough they told me all. How had
been brought back by the fisherman,
hours and hours before, and the story of
my adventure briefly stated to him. How
the fisherman's son had found the keeper
Of the lighthouse in dead stupor, q
drugged sleep, and the lamps so tamper-
ed with that it took him q full half hour
to right them. and make them burn. How
they did burn at last, in time to guide the
Cora Bell safely to shore, and bring Roll
lin and the wedding guests In season for
the morrow's bridal.
I was pale bride, aud had to be sup
ported on my husbands arm, but it was
a glad bridal for all that. We left Avon
dale, mamma, Rollin, and few of the
wedding company, that very day, and I
have never set foot there since. Breeze
Rogers was tried, convicted, and SEN
fenced to prison, where he died two
years later. Rollin knew the whole story
Of my folly before l became his wife. He
did not ccnsurc me--sincc had riskcd
my life to save his, and to atone for my
error.
| DANIEL WEBSTER,S FRIEND.
| detroit Free Press.
lie wasn't such an old man, but his
face was very sad, his hair was long, and
he was bent over. He entered store on
| Jefferson avenue Saturday, and after
| his hands ~ %hn c%ovn l.. -