The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1880-07-01
THE BEST REVENGE.

We were all so happy and cheerful in
our little cottage when Aunt Buchan's s
letter came and to ID Us that Fred Bras
tome had "Jiled" " my sister Agnes.
We were thunderstrucki Agnes her
self refused to credit the report. They
had unly Y Deen engaged few months,
and tie arrang mont was secret. My
aunt was ignorant oi the actual engage
ment, but wHen she wrote and 1oid u
that Brast ONE was engaged to Sir Some
body Sometli ny's daughter, and had
just inherit hIs uncle's property, quite.
unexrecttdly, It WAS a terrible blow to
us Mt home. Yet there were his letters
full of affection.
Agnes bore up wonder fully, but at
length Pv'n she succumbed. We had
heard no hing from Fred very lately
and my inquil ie> On y ELECTED the state
ment that he had gone abroad suddenly.
Even our neighbols, the Pendrewitts, at
whose house Agnes had first met him,
we've away yachting, and we could not
get at the truth. wrote to his bankers
and got his ac cdTess, and then wrote TO
him "a stiffish letter. for explanation,
and then waited.
Agnes got worse. We could not res t
vowtd d vengeance against the man land
unable TO stand the suspense and loneli-
ness when darling Agnes life was almost
trembling 10 the ba,ance, lruShed out to
do something, ready to encounter any
danger in search OF forgettulness of our
injury. Only few weeks since he had
gone, and lhIS was the RESULT could
scarcely credit it.
went out. 1t was lovely night. /
stood upon the steps and looked across
the moonlit bay, at the southern side of
which the lighthouse rose disdainfully.
A flash came full upon my face, and
with it came the thought will go out
to the Lighthouse.
descended rapidly at first, and then
more slowly, and began TO think; but
still went down and met Bob Murray,
my boatman, as | entered shop to
make a purchase.
Goodnight, Bob. Going homep"
AYE, aye, Master Harry. Home it
is, and time,
"Out tonight! And where, if / may
make so bold as to askP"
TO the lighthouse, Bob, and you
must take me there, and call, to-mor-
rows flood, to take me back"
But, sir, my lady? Will sheP-"
Bob ALWAYS called my mother my
woman is, Was entitled To the courtesy
but she deserved iG, and the compliment
passed unnoliced now, as ever.
| silenced him, and he agreed. Pm
your man, Mas,er Harry, but 1 think
you'd better blde day or two; there's
a look about the sea that | dislike"
"Wind, BoUP | should like IA breeze
out there tomorrow"
AYE, aye! Wind is nothing to the
lighthouse. It's sea. Suppose an ac-
cldent should happen-suppose a
ship"
Suppose you give up croaking, Bob
Murray, and bear q hand with the boat. "
| wrapped up my purchase and went
out.
He responded with alacrity, and said
no more. Somehow his tacit obedience
impressed me more torclbly than his
welI-meant warning.
"All ready now, your honor" said
THANK you. Bob. Will you take
the tiller, pleasepn / knew the coast
almost as well as he, and yet 1 would
not touch the tiller. 1t was trI-
butte to his superior skill and to my
mothers fears.
We ran out quickly, and in about an
hour were close to the lighthouse. A
simultaneous roar of "Ahoy, there!'
brought my old friend Dobson to the
gallery. -,
BOAT ahoy!" he cried. What cheerP"
Dobson, ahoy! 'Tis I-Mister
Emery" (he always insisted upon call
ing me "'Enery'O.
"Neverl Well, and what brings ye
here at this time o. night, slrP"
There was pause, and aG last he said
as we tossed upon the rising Sea.
I'm come down, sir-Ill dis-cend,
sir, if you please"
He disappeared, aud must have de
scended very rapidly, for in a moment
or two lie appeared at a small dool
opening just above the rock on which