The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1884-03-16

| posing cuiIeHeS eau6he 1ne snip, ana spun
her twice or thrice in wild circle, and
then she came bowling down, swift and
steady, as if there were a breeze abeam
and every stitch of canvas had been set.
Everybody with one consent ran for the
mouth of the Lea-gate, though they turned
their backs upon the ship to do it, and,
after hurried Chamber down the wet
rocks, they stood upon the sand and watched
the channel, and waited for the end. In
spite of her broken masts, and the tangle
of spars and cordage which encountered her
deck she looked stately as she swept into
sight and made for death almost at the
watchers feet. No ear on shore heard her
when she struck. She touched the rock,
and it seemed to have power TO melt her.
She fell back from the climbing seas and
flying foam, and her ponderous bows had
vanished. She drove forward again, and re-
tired again, and again drove forward, and
fell to pieces softly, melted away, dissolved,
as if no force were used at ALL The shrek
and groan of severing timbers were no
more heard than the cry of severing soul
and body.
Those on shore who had the heart to
| look saw two or three wretches leap
| from the deck into the boiling waters,
| and two or three others clinging here and
there, until the ship had broken on the rock
| like cloud upon cloud.
As the vessel first touched the rock the
moon was shrouded and as she melted
| away the light grew again. While the
watchers stood, with aching hearts, sud
| den volume Of water poured into the mar
| row Gate and drove them back When it
| fell again, reluctantly, as if its liquid fin
gers clutched at the sand, it left frag-
| ment of spar behind it, and almost be-
fore the quickest eye had seen this another
wave fell and hid it. When that wave re-
tired it dragged the spar with it, and
rolled it over and over. Tregarthen
| skreked like woman; for there,
plain to sight, was child dashed
to the rolling spar. None heard
the cry, but all saw the forward dash he
made, and all realized the double hope and
fear. He had reached the spar, and had
wound the fingers of his right hand among
the coils of rope which bound the child,
when the next wave swept up and tossed
him high, as if he had been a straw But
he held on, and when the wave cast him to
the beach, he dug his left fingers in the
sand and tried for a grip with his toes.
Hercules would have had no more chance
against that raging backwash than baby,
and Tregarthen went dragging down the
sandy slope until the advancing wave
swept up again, lifted him, rolled
him over, and cast him and the
spar down together The spar
fell uppermost and struck Tregarthen so
heavily on the head that, with a great
crackle and sparkle of lights before his
eyes, he Swooned and lay like stone.
The spar came end-on this time, and one
Cornish sea dog fell on it and gripped it
with his might and second, falling ON
his knees behind the first, took him round
the loins with knitted fingers, and third
seized the second by the leather belt he
wore. The next wave came bowling up;
but before it had them fairly in its grasp a
fourth had seized the third by the hand,
and a fifth the fourth and when the mon
ster went grinding back with its reluctant
fingers clutching at the sand, the line was
sound. Before the sea came again Ire
garthen and the child were out of its
reach, for the rope had miraculously
tangled itself about the rescurer's arms, and
when the men dragged at the spar he came
with it,
There was no memory of the storm in the
mild spring air when Tregarthen next
awoke to a knowledge of the world. He
was lying in bed in his own room, and the
window, which faced TO the south, was
open, so that he could just hear the gentle
Gliding Of the sea. He lay for time
without care to remember anything;
but when he tried to move he found
head, hands, and limbs marvelously
heavy and he began to be aware that he
ached all over Then he remembered the
storm, the shipwreck, and the rescue he
had attempted.
'Is anybody herei' he asked, in voice
so feeble that he was surprised at it.
His housekeeper's voice responded with
an ejaculation of pious joy, and the old
woman was at the bedside in moment
"You know me, sirln she said
Eyes" he answered. II have been i'll.
Who saved mef Did they save the childf
ut was Reuben Pollarth," said the
housekeeper, event in after you, sir, But
they all helped"
odd they save the childln he asked
again.
1.-THE childs quite safe, sir Don't you
talk no more now, Mr. Arthur, there's a
DEAR
"Where is the child' In the housed"
Yes, sir, yes" returned the old lady.
But don't you talk, dear heart, or you'll
do yourself a mischief"
at was a boy, think" said Tregar-
then.
eyes, yes, sir, yes" said the housekeep-
er. "Here's your sleepin' draught, Mr..
Arthur"
"Bring him here" said Tregarthen.
"No, moi" moving his eyebrows i'm
patiently at the draught "The boy.
Let me see him. Bring him here at once"
The old lady rustled softly from the
room, afraid to deny him longer.
"The Tregarthens IL have their way if
they are dying" she said to herself. 1T
was their manner always" She returned
in moment. 81 have sent him here, sir
Tregarthen made a response with his
eyes, and lay still. By-and-by there was
knock at the door, and the housekeeper
answering it, led into the room little
fellow of six or seven years of age, and set
him where her master could see him. The
child was pale, and his cheeks were
hollow. He had profusion of light hair,
shy but pleasant aspect, and large, gray
eyes.
Let him be taken care Of" said Ire
garthen, in his feeble voice. Bring him
to me again tomorrow, A pretty child.