Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-11-17


While this conversation was going on,
Jones was divesting himself OF all super
fuous clothing, and cutting out the
sleeves of his heavy pea.jacket with his
pocket-knife. This done. he passed some
light, strong rope through them. The
men watched him with eager interest,
and, seeing their in4uisitive look, he
said:
''The thick sleeve will prevent the rope
cutting my body, you see."
SAY, ay, sir; see now what you are
doing"
C Now, men, I have only one request:
Give me plenty Of rope as fast as l draw
on you. When 4 get on board-you know
how to make cradle, Isuppose?"
Gay, ay, sir; but how are you going
to reach the water?''
II am going to plunge down. l have
dived from the main yard of the Ajax be-
fore this. 1t was a high leap.''
He passed the double coil Of the rope
around his waist, examined it thoroughly
to see that there was plenty to start with,
and saving, Nov, friends, stand out of
the way and let me have a clear start"
raised his bare head one moment toward
heaven, and taking short run, leaped
as from the spring board Of plunge
bath.
Such an anxious crowd as followed that
leap! Great numbers, in spite Of the
dangerous wind, lay fiat on their breasts
and watched him. He struck the water
at least twenty-five feet beyond the cliff,
and disappeared IN its dark, foamy depth.
from the men on shore reached him, and
now he begun in good earnest to put his
When he rose to the surface he saw lust
before him a gigantic wave, but ne had
time to breathe, and before it reached
him he dived below its centre. 1t broke
in passionate fury upon the rocks, but
Jones rose far beyond it. A mighty cheer
Pacific experience into practice.
Drawing continually on the men for
more rope-which they paid out with
deafening cheers-he met wave after wave
in the same manner, diving under them
like al otter, and getting nearer to the
wreck with every wave, really advancing,
however, more below the water than
above it.
Suddenly the despairing men on board
heard clear, hopeful voice:
"Help at hand, captain; throw me
buoy"
And in another minute OF two Jones
was on the deck, and, the cheers from the
little steamer were echoed by the cheers
of the crowd on the land There was not
moment to be lost; she was breaking
up fast; but it took but a few minutes to
fasten q strong cable to the small rope
and draw it on board, and then second
cable, and the communication was com
plete.
s'There is lady here, SIR said the
captain. ''We must rig up q chair for
her; she can never walk that dangerous
rope"
"But we have not moment to waste, or
we may be lost; is she very heavy2"
GA slight little thing-half child
sir"
Bring her here"
This was no time for ceremony. With
out word, save few sentences of di-
rection and encouragement, he took her
under his left arm, and steadying himself
with the upper cable, walked on the
lower with his burden safely to the shore.
AhC SlCW 4diJ1o1y 1OilOWCd3 1C1 LII SuCl
moments of extremity the soul masters
the body,and all things become possible.
There was plenty of help waiting for the
seaman, and the lady, her father and the
captain had been put in the carriage OF
Braddon, and driven rapidly to the hos
pital nall.
Jones, amid the confusion, disappeared.
He had picked up an oil-skin coat, and
when every one tured to thank their de-
liyerer he was gone. No one knew him;
the sailors said they believed him to be
zone Of the military guests by his rig
ging," but the individuality Of the hero
troubled no one until the danger was
over. In an hour the steamer was driven
on the rocks and went to pieces, and it
being by this time quite dark, every one
went home.
The next day the hunting party return.
ed from Gwynne Hall, the storm having
compelled them to stop all night, and at
the dinner that evening the wreck and
the hero Of it were the theme Of every
ones conversation.
'such pllcky fellow said Ensign
Powell. II wonder who he was: Gwynne
says he WAS a stranger; perhaps one
Of that crowd staying at the bay.''
Perhaps said Captain Marks, @it was
Jones'"
so, Jones would be too afraid of his
mother.
Jones made little bow, and said,
pleasantly, Perhaps it was Powell" at
which Powell laughed, and said. "Not if
he knew It..
Ina week the event had been pretty
we'll exhausted, especially as there was to
be great dinner and a ball at Braddon,
and all the officer had invitations. The
bail had q peculiar interest, for the young
lady who had been saved from the wreck
would be present, and rumors of her
riches and beauty had been rife for sever
al days. It was said the LITTLE steamer
was her fathers private yacht, and that
he was man Of rank and influence.
Jones said he would not go to the DIM
ner, as either he or Saville must remain
for evening drill, and that Saville loved a
good dinner, while lie cared very little
about it. Saville rather wondered why
Jones did not take his place all the even
ing, and felt half injured at this default.
But Jones had a curiosity about the girl
he had saved. To tell the truth, he was
nearer in love with her taan he had ever