The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1875-07-30

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 I had thought. The old
man fastened his boat and I clambered
up the rocks.
Careful, miss, " he continued, ''thOse
rocks are wet and slippery" but
reached the lighthouse, and entered
with a heart so wild with fears for the
Cora Bell, that I forgot all danger for
myself. I ran like squirrel up stairs,
Up the ladder-on-up- uphill 1
reached the tower. I opened the door,
leaped into the loft where the lamp
CLEANED aud flashed its white light into
my very eyes. A man, with daredevil
face, turned at the noise. He had been
so intently gazing through a glass out
| upon the waters that he had not heard
my approach. "Fiendp' cried, 'what
would you do I" and with one bound
dashed my whole force against the lamp,
| SCATTERING it in pieces, and extinguished
! the baleful light. For one moment We
| we're left in utter darkness, and mans
voice Kissed" Girl, you shall rue this
/ II have you in my power now" felt
| his iron grip upon my wrist, and
| screamed outright. Then the door
burst open-the light of a lantern
| flashed into the tower, and the burly
form of the fisherman entered and stood
behind US. "Seize him-bind him -
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 in a stout cord,
| NI,oE hn TT,9c
limbs. He scarcely moved-sO sudden
had been the fisherman's attack, SC
iron-like his hold. Now bring him
down." I said, ''I will lead the way
with the lantern" He took Breeze
Rogers 1.-THE, slender figure in his arms
as if it had been a child's and followed
me down the ladder. It was a treacher
Gus descent, but we landed safely upor
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 Il
the landing, when, JOY of joysl the igh
J flashed out from the AvOndale beacon
house, reaching far over the waters, an(
. knew the Cora Bell was saved.
The strain upon my nervous system
| had been too great. As we reached thu
AvOndale landing fell in a dead faint
and knew no more till I woke in m,
room surrounded by a crowd of anxious
faces. Harwood was rubbing my hands
mamma bathing my forehead, some
strange faces were scattered about thu
room, and ROllin-my Rollin-ben
| over me with tears in his blue eyes
When L was strong enough they tOlC
} me all. How had been brought bacl
by the fisherman, hours and hours be
fore, and the story of my adventure
briefly stated to him. How the fisher
mans son had found the keeper of tn,
J light house in a dead stUpor, a druggeC
! sleep, and the lamps so tempered will
} that it took him full half hour to RICH
them, and make them burn. How the,
did burn at last, in time to guide TIM
Cora Bell safely to shore, and bring
Rollin and the wedding guests in season
! for the morrOw's bridal.
was a pale bride, and had to be sup
ported on my husbands arm, but it wa
} glad bridal for all that. We Ief
AvOndaIe, mamma, Rollin, and few O
, the wedding company, that very day
and have never set foot there since
Breeze Rogers was tried, convicted, anC
sentenced to prison, where he died tive
l years later. R)llin knew the who'll
story of my folly before 1 became hi
wife. He did not censure me-since
had risked my life to save his, and t.
, atone for my error.-PeterSOo' Maya
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