Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1880-08-29
THE BEST REVENGE.

THE BEST REVENGE.
We were all so happy and cheerful in
our little cottage when Aunt Buchan' s
letter came and told us that Fred Bras
tome had 'sjllted' my sister Agnes. We
were thunderstruck! Agnes herself re-
fused to credit the report. They had
only been engaged a few months, and the
engagement was secret. My aunt was
ignorant of the actual engagement, but
was engaged to Sir Somebody Some
things daughter, and had just inherited
his uncle's property, quite Unexpectedly,
it was terrible blow to us at home.
Yet there were his letters full of affection.
Agnes bore up wonderfully, but at
length even she succumbed. We had
heard nothing from Fred very lately, and
my inquiries only elected the statement
that he had gone abroad suddenly. Even
our neighbors, the Pendrewitts, at whose
house Agnes had first met him, were
away yachting, and we could not get at
the truth. I wrote to his bankers and
got his address, and then wrote to him
"a significant letter. for explanation, and
then waited.
Agnes got worse. We could not rest
vowed vengence against the man, and
unable to stand the suspense and loneli-
ness when darling Agnes life was almost
trembling in the balance, rushed out
to do som ething, ready to encounter any
danger IN search OF forgetfulness of our
injury. Only few weeks since he had
gone, and this was the result! I could
scarcely credit it.
stood upon the steps and looked across
the mo9nlit bay, at the southern side of
which the lighthouse rose disdalnfully.
A fash came full upon my face, and with
it came the thought will go out to
the lighthouse.
I descended rapidly at first, and then
more slowly, and began to think; but
still I went down and met Bob Murray.
my boatman, as entered shop to make
a purchase.
'Good-night, Bob. Gong homer"
"Aye, aye, Master Harry. Home it is,
and time"
well, Bob, I'm going OUT
"Out tonight! And where, if / may
make so bold as to ask?''
"To the lighthouse, Bob, and you must
take me there, and call at te-morrow's
food to take me back"
"But, sir, my lady2 Will shea
Bob always called my mother "my
lady," not that she, except as every wo-
man is, was entitled to the courtesy; but
she deserved it, and the compliment
passed unnotlced now, as ever.
II silenced him, and he agreed. I'm
your man, Master Harry, but I think
you'd better bide day or two; there's a
look about the sea that I dislike
wind, Bob2 I should like a breeze
out there tomorrow"
"Aye, ayel Wind is nothing to The
lighthouse. It's sea. Suppose an &C
cident should happen-suppose ship
~
Suppose you give up croaking, Bob
Murray, and bear hand with the boat"
wrapped up the purchase and went
out.
He responded with alacritY, and said
no more. Somehow his tacit obedience
impressed me more forcibly than his
well-meant warning.
Gail ready now, your honor" said he
at last.
"Thank you, Bob. Will you take the
tiller, plesse7'' ! knew the coast almost
as we'll as he, and yet would not touch
the tiller. 1t was tribute to mis- superb
or skill and to my mothers fears.
We ran out quickly, and in about an
hour we're close to the lighthouse. A
simultaneous roar of "Ahoy, there!'
brought my old friend Dobson to the
gallery.
'Boat ahoy!" he cried What cheera"
"Dobson, ahoy! IT'S Mister Emery
Che always insisted in calling me "'En-
ory,2 .-., wal, ,,,,.+ , 49,,
at this time O. night, sirs'
There was pause, and at last he said,
as we tossed upon the rising sea.
'sI'll come down, sir-I'Il dis-cend,
sir, if you please.''
He disappeared md must have descend
ed very rapidly, for in moment or two
he appeared at small door opening just
above the rock on which the lighthouse
was erected; there he parleyed:
"Ye see, sir, that Is quite out of regu-
lar orders; l daren't let you in, not now
keep her off, Bob Murray, yew; yell
have her stove in three threes'- so We
see, SIR
Dobson," replied firmly, sits no
use. Regulations or no regulations,
want to spend the night in the light
house. Here am. You can, of course,
keep me here if you like, but am not
going back now"
Dobson paused irresolutely, and Muir
ray said:
s'It's all right, Jack; I'll come for him
tomorrow and take him off,"
"Ah!'' responded Dobson. "To-mor-
rows Where be thine eyes, Bob Murray,
la.i?"
Murray made no verbal reply. He i'm
PEELED the boat toward the slippery rock.
The tide was out; we'll judged spring
as the boat rose to the wave, and I landed
safely on the granite. When I turned