The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-04-03
PLOREyCE's ADVENTURE.
III. Lennon ,a Philsaelphia Gall 7

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keep you company" said Mrs. D,nyers to
her naice, q girl of eighteen. "Whst will
you do this stormy a'ternoon-no callers, the
piano out of tune, and your grandfather laid
up with gout?"
II was somewhat dTeary prospect for
young girl used 10 a large family aud lively
house, and Florence Dsuyers had been feel
ing rather ss IL she had wandered into a for
gotten corner OF the world; but now her
grandmoiher's question reused her. and she
tried to answer cheerfully.
''Oh, granny dear, don't mind me; I'm all
right; it IS very kind of you 10 be troubled
with me while the children get over their
scarlatina; it is pity it looks so gray out of
doors, but it does not rain, and think will
jttt take a race and see what the sea is like;
s. will fesben ne up. and then will come
81 End do my letter whiting"
Don't 90 far. my dear" said Mrs. DAN
vers, fer it is hardly fl. for 7ou, the wind is
10 high -
But Florence was out OF the room before
the Ola ledy's sentence was finished and in
another two minutes was making her way
to tina cliffs, her head bent down, and her
cloak held tightly round her in fierce con-
lest W Ia the wind,
"Anoti er month down here? How can
survive it? If only mother had let me visit
at the Leighs instead; / would not mind il
was doing any one any good" she said to
herself, "buI the old folks are quite happy
together without me. and, in fact, IL rather
worries them TO have to amuse Inc. There
could have had masters, and gone on with
my music, or indeed l would far rather have
stayed at home; AN not afraid OF the fever,
and L could have sat mp with little Laura,
now Durse is so worn ont. Bnt here one
seems TO do no good with ones life; have
only to eat and drinE, sssnd take q walk aud
so to bed" And Florence heaved a deep
sigh.
She had been reading a good deal lately
upon the idle, useless lives girls often lead,
and she was in hurry, now that she was re-
leased from the school.room, to try and do
better, to be very useful In this world, and
then, just to spoil it all, Is she thought. came
u is Punishment to Sandman, her grandfAth-
els place Nothing tc.jo indoors or out. She
could not bel wondering why God had al
lowed her TO be sent there when He knew
how anxious she was to do some good in the
world. So she wandered on till she felt
chilly, and meI ded her pace. By and by,
Tor something to do she bent her steps to-
ward the cottage OF an o Il womal who lived
at the Point as the place was called, where
the cliffs took an abfuDt turn west ward.
Bridget More was bedfidden, and ALWAYS
glad for some ore to chat with. This time.
however Florence was amazed and distressed
10 md the usually cheerful Irish woman
sobbir most bitterly over a scrap of paper
which she pushed into Florences hald as
81 e entered, being unable to speak. II con-
tanned few lines lrLm the surgeon of the
iahIDsIy in the nearest town.
Our son, Robert More, has been brought
here suffering from conclusion of the BRAIN
having fallen off the cliffs near the town."
'Cheer up Bridget" ssid Florence, cheer
Ns~NI - - n II
Oh bis horse last year ard bad conclusion of
the brain, but he got well. / will ask my
grandfather to send to the ipffmsry to ask
after Robert. But how shall you manage
without him? Who will attend to you noT2
You must have lit girl from the village"
And Florence began 10 wonder who could
be found TO wait on the old woman.
But Bridget tried to stop her sobs while
she said:
1T isn't Robert frets me- Miss Danvers;
do not SO much mind that-the lads had
many crack on the head afore now; put it's
the light, miss. He ought to be here to see
to ii, ard ! can't stir to do il, and she
sebbed and wept afresh.
Robert the ole womau's con, had charge of
the lighthouse, which stood on a rock easily
reached at low water. His duties were very
simple consisting merely OF supplying the
light with oil. That morning he had CHANGED
10 break the vessel containing the reserve
oil, and had gone to town Ia quest of more
Wheel he bad met with his accident. Ga the
cottage table stood the broken jar with q
small remnant of oil in the bottom.
He said the light would run down to-
night, sobbed the poor woman, 'aDd this
had weather there'll be vessels on the rock
afo-e morning, and my Robert will have to
bear the blame, and he sick in bed"
Isn't there enough oil there to run the
light ill morning." asked Florence point.
ing TO the jar.
ssAv ,ura. Int nevar a so1I hos hesv ,,oo-
me since the bit OF a child dropped the note
and ran OF, and me tiea TO my bed like a
log"
LET me fetch q man from the village
ssid Florence
But the old woman shook her head.
The time would't serve" she said, "this
west wind, If body ran straight for their
lives, they couldn't only Just get there and
back before the tide comes in"
II will 60" said Florence, There is line
Tor that; know all about il; Robert showed
me how 10 put the oil into the lamp the day
grandfather and / went over there; and she
took the pitcher in her hand. TIE kew.
Bridget. All, see it,; and before the old
woman could get out the blessings fears and
warnings, which quickly followed another.
Florence had left the cottage, carefully
guarding the oil-csn.
The path wound down the cliff, then
skirted its base, and finally passed along the
ridge OF Iock running some fifty yards out
to see. This last was very slippery, as it was
covered with water at high tide.
Florence went bravely on, however, only
once stopping to gain breath, when the
wind caught her hat and blew it far away.
She did not attempt to recover 1t, for she al.
ready nesrd the rear OF the advancing tide
ard ga the white breakers approaching far
too nea fths lighthouse
AS quick as she could Fhs pressed on. At
lest she reached the tower, unlocked the
deer and made her way up the steep stairs.
as she said. she perfectly understood the
simple process OF feeding the lamp and her
work was soon done.
When she left the lighthouse. locking the
door be hind her, her heart felt ten times
EohtEr than IL had L