The Magnolia gazette., 1883-10-18

Down among the rocks and sunken
reefs Of the coast of Cornwall stands
lighthouse. And the revolving light.
rs 1t turns slowly, shows first the terri
bic waters that lightly cover the dam
grrous rocks and many half-forgotten
graves, and then it shows q grand gray
castle, that stands securely on The crags,
and lifts weather-beaten front TO sun
and storm.
There is q story that connects those
two the lighthouse and the castle. A
story that is very sad, as the stories Of
many lives would be il they We're writ
len.
Twenty-Five years ago the heir to
Melford Manor was q little, sturdy,
Struight-limbed boy Of five; child who
was always restless, always in mischief.
One moment he svould be chasing the
chickens in the farm-yard, and the
next trying experiments on his little
brothers under nurses digniled eyes
When the babies cried, Master Philip
was always ordered off in disgrace, to
take prim walk with Jenny. That
was always the end of it-Jenny and
peace, Jenny and happiness.
But as it is Jenny's story am going
to tell you, let me describe her to you
as she stood, one sunny afternoon in
March, hand in hand with Philip Wynne
down among the Melford rocks. To be
gin with, She was nursery-maid, q lit
Tie girl whom Lady Wynne had chosen
out Of the village school for her good
behavior, and also perhaps for that
strange, sad, far away look in her eyes.
She WAS young (" Just on fifteen, as
She said herself but she had way
with children that a whole lifetime could
not have taught her She had motherly
instincts that We're deep-rooted in her
heart, and that gave charm to her in
the eyes Of children that older people
might have overlooked. All children
loved her. Up in that great airy nur-
sery there was a paradise TO her a
paradise Of little folks, who clustered
around her.
The children want me-" she would
say; and her whole sad face would
change and tighten as she rose to meet
them. B
80 on that March afternoon-ab bright
warm day after q week Of cold, buster.
lng winds She took little Philip by tht
hand and went down among the rocks
~ is SO hot!N said Philip, balancing
himself on the slippery seaweed. q
can Jump any more. May we get on
INTO the boat JennyP"
Surely said Jenny. "You're wei
wrapped up, and it's warm
lhe boat was some fishermen's boat
iled loosely VITO a stake, and was bobbins
safely about on the rising tide. The,
went down together TO the waters edge
anl Philips shrill laugh rang out Joy
iullY as he tumbled into the boat an,
selzed an oar. Jenny came last, paus
lug Tor moment to read the paintel
name outside, .Ihe Swallow -Johi
Smith,
Now lie still, Master Philip sh
sad, ''nnd shut your eyes and listen.
Ihe sun was very hot, and the littll
BOAT rose and fell monotonously on til
sweeping wQNesa Philip shut his eyes
50 that the fiickering light upon th
water might not dazzle them. Jenn
sang softly to herself long after he ha
fallen asleep, with his chubby face hid
zen on her knee aud his hair limp wit
ne sea ar Then Jenny began to fin
thesunlight made her ewes ache, toe
and the water made her giddy. and sh
Too shut her eyes ande laid her head NJ
ON the ganwale. When she awoll
there was high wind, and twas grow
ing cold and she was shiyering. It wa
quite lightstill. but Il heavy sea-fog ha
creept upon them unawares, and every
lhlngwas gray and misty about then
a illtle frightened at The. sudden still
ness she crept across the sleeping chill
ahea found the rope. The boat ha
lpsned, and then rocked aimlessly froi
slde to side. She drew the rope inc
9y inch, into the seat beside her, an
looked at it with kind of stupi
Wonder, too frightened to realize thi
lhey two were out alone on the VIII
Hs, waters, and the fog was dense abol
Little Philip lay fast asleep in the bo
tom .,I Of the boat. and though she shouts
III III she was hoarse, he never stirre
men, when the silence had grown tie
nnle. she erouched down beside hi
ana LAID her cheek to his. Her bea