The Wellington enterprise. [volume] (Wellington, Ohio) 1867-188?, 1883-10-31
JENNY OF CORNWALL.
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And this is AL my part,
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Ny pafient heart.

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"And grasp HIS banner still
Though all the blue be dim;
For stripes no less than stars
Lead after Him."
Down among the rocks and sunken
reefs Of the coast of Cornwall stands q
lighthouse. And the revolving light,
as it turns slowly, shows first the terri
BILE waters that lightly cover the dam
gerous rocks and many haf-forgotten
graves, and then it shows grand gray
castle, that stands securely on the crags,
and lifts q 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 If they were writ
ten. s haB
Twenty-Five years ago the heir to
Melford Manor was a little, sturdy,
straight-limbed boy of five; child who
was always restless, always in mischief.
One moment he would be chasing the
chickens in the farm-yard, and the
next trying experiments on his little
brothers under nurses dignified eyes.
When the babies cried, Master Philip
was always ordered of in disgrace. to
take prim walk with Jenny. That
was always the end of itJenny and
peace, Jenny and happiness.
But as it Is Jenny's story i am going
ato'tell you. let me describe her to you
rs she stood, one sunny afternoon in
March, hand in hand with Philip Wynne
down among the Melford rocks To be-
gin with, she was q nursery-maid, Q lit
lie 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 a way
with children that a whole lifetime could
not have taught, her. She had motherly
instincts that were deep-rooted in her
heart, and that gave q 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 paradise to her. A
paradise of little folks, who clustered
around her.
rrf," The children want me-" she would
say; and her whole sad face would
change and tighten as she rose to meet
them.
warm day after week of cold. bluster-
ing winds-she took little Philip by the
hand and went down among the rocks.
at Is 50 hotr said Philip, balancing
himself on the slippery seaweed. II
can't jump any more. May we get out
into the boat, jenny"
Surely" said Jenny. You're well
wrapped up, and it's warm"
TIE boat was some fishermen's boat,
tied loosely to q stake, and was bobbing
safely about on the rising tide. They
went down together to the waters edge,
and Philips shrill laugh rang out Joy
fully as he tumbled into the boat and
seized an oar. Jenny came last, paus-
lug for q moment to read the painted
name outside, THE Swallow-John
Smith,
"Now lie still, Master Philip" she
said. sand shut your eyes and listen. "
The sun was very hot, and the little
boat rose and fell monotonously on the
sweeping waves. Philip shut his eyes,
so that the fiickering light upon the
water might not dazzle them. Jenny
sang softly to herself long after he had
fallen asleep, with his chubby face hid
den ON her knee and his hair limp with
the sea air. Then Jenny began to find
the sunlight made her eyes ache. too,
and the water made her giddy. and she
too shut her eyes and laid her head up
on the gunwale. When she awoke
there was . high wind, and twas grow
ing cold and she was shivering. 1t was
quite light still, but q heavy sea-fog had
erept upon them unawares, and every
thing was gray and misty about them.
A little frightened at the sudden still.
ness, she crept across the sleeping child
h. Tia hr.Q haIt
turned, and then rocked aimlessly from
side 70 side. She drew the rope inch
by inch, into the seat beside her, and
looked at il with o kind of stupid
wonder, too frightened to realize that
they two were out alone on the wide
wafers. and the fog was dense about
them- --e
Little Philip lay fast asleep in the bot.
tom Of the boat. andthough she shouted
till she was hoarse, he never stirred
Then, when the silence had grown ter
rible. she crouched down beside him
and laid her cheek to his. Her hear
was beating wildly, but the breathing
fell with soft regularity through his
baby lips, and It seemed TO quiet her tc
feel this mute companionship. It had
grown almost dark when he woke a
last, querulous and cold.
1--WE are out In the boat" she told
him. cheerily; ssand the fog makes II
dark. But have some biscuits in my
pocket. and we viii make believe were
eating supper. We can have our rea
tea when we get home
So she laid the biscuits on the seat
and chattered on while he ate them
Qreedily, until she had made him laugh
Then she drew him up on her knee and
sang him songs and hymns, until he Eel
again into q heavy sleep. 1t was now
quite dark.
at Is night" she said aloud. sand
the children win be wanting me-"
Little Philip slept as calmly as in hi,
own little bed at home, but Jenny wa
cold and restless. She sat up In ths
darkness, after while, and clasped hel
hands about her knees to think. Sh,
could not see that gray mist any longer
but she felt its chill breath all abou
her. It seemed like some thin veil tina
hung between her and the familia
pIaces-a veil behind which the sun hat
set as usual, and would rise again to
morrow. She was very hungry, but sh'
left the biscuits for little Philip. Sh'
was very tired, but too cold to sleep
She could not even think Mt last, but 10,
down In the bottom of the boat. half de
lirious. saying over to herself softiy
% ssI;Se children are calling me. but
s. TO early yet-too esrly-ana 80 ssr'
she never knew when the day broke
for the fog still enveloped tnenii put "a
ayytsrious veil grew Lighter, ano III
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