Connecticut western news., 1880-04-28

attention for moment from the reelinS yacht that was drifting helplessly, Ii seemed, fairly down upon the cruel line of jagged rocks that were now and ther visible to windward.
 "Naw, mate," said Dobson, you anc me mist take this job in hand. Vel cross the rock before she strikes yonder, and save the poor fellows. Come"
 To their astonishment volunteered to help.
 "Excuse me, sir, but you ain't any good in this. You can bear a hand or the lifeline, howsomdever and if we should not both turn up to muster. why"
 Without another word they shook hands solemuly with me and with each other, and then descended to the rock. F followed to the door, and made fast the lines they had secured around theil waists. The sea was now sweeping over the rock, and the hissing of the foam was like escaping steam, or the horrid whiz- zing of an avalanche, which few can hear and live after they have heard it.
 The men disappeared round the rock and left me standing at the door irreso- lute, lifeline in my hand, buoy attached to it hanging ready for use.
 A loud cry attracted my attention cracking, grinding notes.-the vessel had struck, and as looked over therushing, swirling waves, could see, though in distinctly, three white faces, and three pairs of arms struggling with the water. I was fascinated; could only stare. Help was yet out of the question, but even as I gazed, one swimmer, with great presence of mind, turned with the waves toward the lee of the lighthouse, to spot where, in a momentary eddy, he might be saved.
 I saw this now, and, ''pulling myself together" stepped cautiously just with out the reach of the hissing waves, which swooped in masses down upon the rocks and slid in smooth layers of water, like thick glass, into the boiling surf beneath. When I had reached coigne of van tage, the poor swimmer was still bravely battling with the undertow, and in few moments I hoped to be able to heave the Efe-buoy to his assistance.
 It seems so unreal to look back upon, and were I not sure of all this sad morn ing's work, could almost believe it fancy. But there was no time to think what to do. In another moment I had grasped the line, and was about to swing the buoy to the struggling, drowning man, when I recognized his features, notwithstanding the wild spray and the disheveled hair that was matted by the salt water round his forehead.
 The swimmer was Frederic Brastome the man who had all but killed my dar- ling sister-the traitori
 My arm fell listlessly to my side. Agnes was dying, poor darling, almost within sight of the heaving sea which bore her faithless lover on it's angry bosom and should save his life when he had wrecked hers? No ! My revenge was complete. had him in my power now. The demon tempted me to let him bide and die and yet a strange sad com passion for the heartless destroyer of my sisters life, in h1s dire extremity, filled my heart.
 He recognized me, and called gasp, ingly..for help; for help-.for Agnes's sake For her sake! Did he dare tc trade his safety on her blighted life And yet at the sound of her name, the thought that she had forgiven him his trespasses against her now prevailed. ] called out and hove the hfe-buoy close tc him. He was almost spent, but clutche6 it with the grasp of drowning men, an6 soon, assisted by the waves, I hauled him almost senseless to the rock, alive (The yacht drove on the reef just then and the crew were rescued after)
 Thank Heaven, had saved him Nov that he was free from danger I felt more at ease. The black cloud of revenge ha6 passed away, and Agnes pure influence had worked wondrous change in me. He lay insensible, but in 8 short time Dobson and his mate, having hauled th< others out of danger, came to my assist ance, and they carried Brastome in ant laid him on the bed.
 could not see him, though I saved his life, but afterward I heard the fact! from the other young men, who over whelmed us with thanks, and their ac count was this (we were sitting in tn, gallery when they told the tale, and hoy they met their companion-hiaa-m, enemy-as judgeD:
 They had borrowed MT. Pendrewitt yacht and had sailed to Cherbourg. A that port they had encountered Bras tome, who was very anxious to return 8 once to England, but had missed tn steamer. Knowing who he was-for the, had met at MT. Pendrewitt's house. they volunteered to bring him to ou l little port, as he said he had received most urgent letter from friend M informant, his own sailing master, ha, managed to get good anchorage abou ten miles away at six o'clock the previ ous evening, but the storm increasing the yacht dragged her anchor abou three a. m. Thus they had drifted, an' though they had managed to keep o1 shore, the set of the tide carried them t. leeward, and the yacht bore down upol the reef, struck, and sank in eight fath oms.
 I listened to this narrative with yer, mingled feelings. The letter referred t must be the letter which I had sent Why did he not telegraph his reply?
 was still debating on the course I shoul adopt, when Dobson came up and sai that the other gentleman wished to SC me. I followed the sailor, and in a mo | unant uoe in Rrastonoa's roon