The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1881-08-18

'rst hf NhsAut Via heutNh WIN Itahtu
, roofs and countless gables. standing up on
/ every side, aud tho Thames lying ia the
= midst like = broad sheet Of gold. save
who're Il Was aeckod hy the shadow oi
London bridge, then regular street, With
houses along each side Of ~
|, Just above the middle arch rose house
larger than the rest Sir William Hcwet
cloth worker, and burgess OF the city oi
London. The sunset made glory upon
the windows OF the old mansion, and light,
cd up the balcony, on which Sir Williams 9
baby daughter was growing and clapping
her tiny hands ni the sight of IL, and stole
into the work-room, whore the youngest
apprentice, Edward Osborne Was beguil.
ing his task by singing the ballad OF
Brave Lord Willoughby," which was as
popular in that ago as GLORY Halleluiah"
is in this.
"Ah' IL could but have the chance 81
doing such deed as that, murmured the
boy rs he ended
well, well. my brave lad" answered
the CHEEKY voice Of old SIR William. who
had entered the room unperceiyed, "you'r
on the right road to by being diligent at
your work. Keep TO that meanwhile and
never fear but tho chance Of doing great
deeds will como all in good timo.
Little did either speaker or hearer guess
how soon or in what way those words were
to como true. Scarcely had the old knight
left the room when the boy was startled by
sudden shrek from the balcony over
head, and by something white flashing
past the window into the depth below.
Sir. William Hewets only child had leap.
ed out OF her nurses arms and fallen into
the river
The faint splash was instantly answered
by much louder one, and the distracted
household, as they rushed to the fatal bal.
comfy saw Edward Osborne's brown curly
head far down The shining stream, shoot
ing straight AZ an arrow toward tho tiny
white speck that noated little way be.
yond him.
He has her!'
"Nol"
"Yesr
No, he's gone past Stay he's turning
again.
"Hurrahl he's got her ut last Thank
Godl"
The an1ions fathers straining eyes were
already too dim to see anything clearly
but the joyous shout Of his keen eyed
serving man told him that all was well,
and in another moment he was hurrying
toward the scene Of action as fast as his
feet could carry him.
But the peril was not over yet, Good
swimmer as he was, the furious whirl OF
the current together with the weight Of
his own wet clothes and those Of the childs
was fearful odds against the brave appren.
tice. Twice his head dipped beneath tho
surface, and all seemed over; but he still
held the rescued infant above the water
with one hand, while struggling for life
with the other.
Courage my hearty" said hoarse voice
beside him. "Hold up just another min
ute, and alls WE'LL.
At tho same moment boat pulled by
two sturdy water men, who had put of
from the shore on the first alarm, came
sweeping ny to the sinking boy. A strong
hand caught the child from his failing
grasp, while in another instant he was
seized and dragged into the boat after her,
Just o. the last remnant OF his overtasked
strength gave way.
"Git her head round, Tom, said one OF
the boatmen TO his comrade, "and pull
well, for that's the youngsters father run.
ming this wny. or I'm mistaken.
Scarcely had the boat touched the wharf
ou hor return, when old Howet sprang in
10 her like mad man, and finding his
rhild unhurt, flung his arms around the
neck OF the half.drowned apprentice
"God bless thee, my sonl" cried he. fer
sently. LET them never call thee boy
,gain. for few mca would hayo dared as
much.
'Let them call him he,o, said voice
rom behind.
The boy looked up with q start. Beside
iim stood the handsomest man lie had
'yer seen in rich court dress, looking down
ipon him with grave, kindly eyes II was
Sir Walter Raleigh, famous even then ~
me OF the greatest men whom England
lad ever produced, but destined 10 be-
ome more famous still, as the colonizer Of
'irginia.
Ten years from this day there was
merry making in the old house on London
ridge. and Sir William Hswet, still brisk
nd CHEEKY as ever, though his hair was
ow M white AZ snow, sat at the head Of
rs own table. amid circle Of guests
those names are in every history Of Eng
md. At his right hand was his daugh-
er's newly. made busband--a tall, fno-
boxing young man. whose clear bright
yes faced that brilliant assemblags az
oldIy as they had look down into the
,sming waters Of the Thames before.
This is the man TO whom have given
~ girl, fair sirs, said the old knight.
Many rich man .snd many grandee
ave asked me for her; but always said;
Let the best man win"
And no he has, cried Sir Walter Ra-
,igh. gfasping Osborne's hand; and the
'irest lass in London may be proud TO
ear his name. for Ill warrant IL will be
Imous yet.
Raleigh spoke truely A month later,
40 r.appreDtiee WAS Sir Edward Os-