The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-05-22


looked younger and taller than | had
seen him, but very serious.
1.-The yacht is on the Ba," he said
solemnly.
They were words to me of fearful
significance. The yacht, | knew, must
soon break up, and nothing could save
the crew.
Iquickly followed my relative into
the back drawing-room, where Mag
gle was with her mother. We gazed
out into the night, out and across the
sea. At the same moment, out there
on the terrible Ba, a blue light sprang
up, revealing the yacht and even its
people on board. She was leaning
we'll over to one side, her masts gone,
and the spray dashing over her.
Come" cried Maggie, ''there is
no time to loose. We can guide their
boat to the cave. Come, cousin!"
/ felt dazed, thunderstruck. Was l.
to take part in a forlorn hopep Va
Maggie-how beautiful and darling
she looked now-to assume the robe of
a modern Grace Darlingg So it ap-
peared.
The events of that night came back
TO my memory now as if they had hap
pened but yesterday. 1t is a page in my
past life that can never be obliterated.
We pulled out the ford, Maggie
and /, and up under the lee OF the is
land, then, on rounding the point, we
encountered the whole force Of the
sea and wind. There was a glimmer-
ing light on the wrecked yacht, and
for that we rowed, or rather were
borne along on the gale. No boat ave
a Shetland skiff could have been trust
ed in such a sea.
AS we neared the Ba, steadYing her
self by leaning on my shoulder, Mag
gle stood half up and waved the Ian
tern, and it was answered from the
wreck. Next moment it seemed to
me we were on the lee side, and Mag
gle herself hailed the shipwrecked
people.
1--WE cannot come nearer" she
cried; clover your boat and follow
our light closely"
stake the tiller, now" she contin-
ued, addressing me, 'and steer for the
light you see on the cliff. Keep her
we'll up, though, or all will be lost"
We waited-and that with difficulty
for a few mlnutes-till we saw by
the starlight that the yachts boat was
lowered, then away we went.
The light on the cliff-top moved
slowly down the wind. l kept the
boats head a point or two above it,
and on she dashed. The rocks loomed
black and high as we neared them, the
waves breaking in terrible turmoil be-
meath.
Suddenly the light was lowered over
the cliff down to the very waters
edge.
s'Steady now" cried my brave
cousin, and the next moment we were
round a point and into smooth water,
with the yachts boat close beside US,
The place was partly cave, partly
''noss." We beached our boats and
here we remained all night, and were
all rescued next morning by a fisher
mans yawl.
The yachts people were the cap
tain, his wife and n boy-Nor-
wegians all, Brinster by name.
My story is nearly done. What
need to tell of the gratitude of those
whom Maggie's heroism had saved
from a watery grave?
But it came to pass that when, a few
months afterward, a beautiful new
yacht came round to the ford to take
those shipwrecked mariners away,
Cousin Maggie went with them on q
cruise.
1t came TO pass also that when ]
paid my very next visit to R., in
the following summer, | found living
at my relatives house g Major Brinstel
and a Mrs. Brinster.
And Mrs. Brinster was my Cousin
Maggie, and Major Brinster was my
Cousin Maggie's ''fate." Gordon
Stables.