The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1875-07-29

never reach the rocks? And all the
time that wicked, hateful light burning
INTO my very eye balls. There at last
The light made the landing less dan.
gerous than | had thought. The old
man fastened his boat aud ] cIambered
up the rocks.
Careful, miss" he continued, those
rocks are wet and slippery; bnt
reached the lighthouse, and entered
with a heart 40 wild with fears for the
Cora Bell, that I forgot all danger Tor
myself. / ran like a squirrel mp stairs,
M the ladder-on-up uphill
reached the tower. / opened the door,
I leaped into the loft where the lamp
cleaned aud flashed its white light into
nv very eyes. Aman, with a daredevil
face, turned at the noise. He had been
no i~ntently gazing through a glass on,
upon the waters that he had not heard
nv approach. "Fiendl' ] cried, "wllal
would you do !" and with one bound
dashed my whole force against the lamp,
SCATTERING it in pieces, and c~xtingnisled
the baleful light. For n moment we
we're left in utter darkness, and a mans
voice Kissed Cir, you shall rne ms
7 have you in my power now" iic't
his iron grip upon my wrist, ana
screamed outright. Then the door
burst o%pen--the light OF a lantern
| flashed into the tower, and the bury
form Of the fisherman entered and stood
behind ug. "Sei2e him-bind him !
cried. Tie will kill me-"
The burly fisherman set down hs
lamp, and caught the arms OF Brecce
Rogers, and quickly as thought %pinloned
them Mt his back. tore up tue SKIRT
Of my dress and twisted in a stout cord,
chat securely fastened the villains
limbs. He scarcely moved-so sudden
had been the iisherman's attack, so
iron.like his hold. CHOW bring him
down." | said, 81 will lead the way
with the lantern" He took Breeze
Rogers 1.-THE, slender figure in his arms
AZ if it had been a child's and followed
me down the ladder. II was a treaclicr-
Gus descent, but we landed safely upon
| the rocks, and took our seats in the
boat. Breeze was not gagged, yet he
IldU bulU NJ WoTu luhu' Nv oo''u'' w
had not rowed half the distance back to
the landing, when, Joy of joys! the light
flashed ont from the Avondale beacon
honse, reaching far over the waters, and
| knew the Cora Bell was saved.
The strain upon my nervous system
had been too great. As we reached the
Avondale landing / fell in a dead faint,
and knew no more till ! woke III my
room surrounded by a crowd Of anxious
faces. Harwood was rubbing my hands,
mamma bathing my forehead, some
strange faces were scattered about the
room, and lsoIlin-my Rollin-bent
over me with tears in his blue eyes.
when / was strong enough they told
me all. How | had been brought back
by the fisherman, hours aud hours be-
fore. and tho story OF my adventure
briefly stated to him. How the fisher
mans son had found the keeper OF the
light house in n dead stupor, a drngged
sleep, and the lamps 80 tempered with
that it took him a 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 Ering
Rollin and the wedding guests in season
for the mOrrow's bridal.
I was a pale bride, and had to be sup
ported on my husbands arm, but it was
Il glad bridal for all that. We left
Avondale, mamma, Rollin, and a few of
the wedding company, that very day,
and ] rave never set foot there since.
Breeze Rogers was tried, convicted, and
sentenced to prison, where he died two
years later. Rrllin knew the whole
story OF my folly before | became bis
wife. He did not censIre me-since i
had risked my life to save his, and to
atone for my error. - PcterSot,'s Maga