The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1882-06-10
from his usual trifling speech?

from his usual trifing speech?
"1'll gle him back safe til We, my
Teddy, gin | die fort mysel."
Mrs. Graham stood long looking
after the boys as their forms grew
DINNER to her sight in the distance.
and as they disappeared completely at
last round jutting rock, she muir
INJURED uneasily:
"If Macpherson and Sandy should
forget to 60 for them, they will have
to stay in the cave till the tide goes
out, for at high tide the water comes
up to its very mouth; and the night
will be dark and chill then. I've halt
a mind"-then checking herself as she
thought how foolish her fears were,
she returned to the cottage and reso-
lutely busted herself with the usual
duties of the day
Although Donald Graham was a
strong, active lad for his years, and
perfectly familiar with every bit OF
the wild coast where his childhood had
been passed, the fact that he was the
"only son of his mother, and she a
widow" made her especially careful
and thoughtful for him.
English born and bred herself, she
could not sympathize with the wild
spirit of adventure that the boy had
inherited from his Scottish sire, and
the various escapades in which he took
such pride and pleasure awoke in her
only the keenest apprehensions for his
future safety and well-being.
The Brownies Chimney Neuk, ? as
the cave where the boys. proposed to
spend their holiday was called, was
not only a cool and pleasant, but safe
retreat in calm weather; being easily
accessible even at high tide by a boat
But as, with the waning of the af-
ternoon, dark ominous clouds began
to gather low down upon the horizon
portending to an experienced eye one
of those sudden and terrible tempests
| with which dwellers on the Scottish
coasts are but too familiar, the mother
recalled with a shuddering dread
stories that she had heard of the waves
rising high enough in gale to pene
trate even to the farthest extremity O.
the cavern, and her heart sank as houl
after hour passed.
The night came down dark anc
stormy. 1t was with a feeling of re
lief that Sandy Deans threw off hi.
dripping plaid, and seated himself al
the board that his thrifty wife had
so temptingly as her small means
would permit.
"Ah, but it's an awfu' nightm he
exclaimed, as the fierce gust ratified
against the low windows; Its weel
that Tam an myself forsaw the signs
in time to max safe harbor. Eh
what" as the door was suddenly flung
open, and a womans face, white and
terrified, looked in upon them.
Sandy Dean, where is my Don
ald?"
The stout sailor sprang to his feet
with cry of CONSERVATION.
Am is the laddie nae at hame
yet?" he asked, wildly.
The mother shook her head in
speechless. gony
Withor. another word, Sandy don
ned again the dripping plaid, lighted
his lantern, caught stout coil of rope
from its peg, and followed the terrif-
ed mother, made his way with long,
sturdy strides towards the cliff that
overhung the Brownies Neuk."
A frightened group were already
assembled, and a bonfire that had
been kindled threw a weird, ruddy
glare upon the pale, anxious faces
gatherd about it, and out upon the
cruel ocean, whose foam-capped waves
leaped up like savage beasts.
Most of the able-bodied men of that
little fishing-hamlet were away at sea
and the approach of stout Sandy wa;
received with cry of welcome.
''Nae fishing cable however staunct
could live for munit in sic sea,
remarked an old man, looking shud-
deringly out upon the ocean.
''There's naething but the rope left
to us, an the mon that gaes down
there in sic gale, gaes in peril of his
life"
He spoke despondently; but Sandy:
only answer was to fasten securely
one end of the heavy cord that he''car.
ried to a giant oak that grew conven,
iently close to the verge of the cliff
Then, making slip-noose of the 9th.
er end, he threw it over his brawny
shoulders and drew it tightly under
his arms.