The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-04-03

from the boiling waters which seethsd
sDgrily around this rocky ridge and stunned
her with their noises
Suddenly q dreadful mist seemed to dim
her eyes-she turned deadly pale-could this
yards width of tand De all the footing left
her? Had the tide come in so quickly as to
swallow up the rest of the bsachl
II was too true iand before the terrified girl
bad staggered on a few PAGES homewsrd an
angry wave da.hed over her. almost thrO "
ing her 81 ainst the rocka. She cast des.
pairing glance upward. but the cliff in th at
part was too steep for human foot She felt
almost psralxze with fear. Though she
tried TO cry for help she could form no sound.
Another and enother wave struck her. Just
then some voice IN the distance seemed to
cry, Back turn backi and she had
JUst sense enough left to follow the di-
Iection. With difficulty she made
her way back to the ridge, which, be.
ing little higher than the beach, still
gave a footing. There. Just as self-posses.
sson Was failing her she felt herself seized by
q msn's arm and dragged hastily through
what seemed sea Of boiling water toward
the cliff. farthest from the point Theee the
strip of beach was a little wider, aud for
second che would have stayed to gain breath
but the man urged her on, telling her there
was not second to lose. I'VE must make
for the old pier" he said hoarsely. Florence
struggled on, and at times only from being
swept away by her stronger companioa. Her
strength was fast ebbing away, and hope
again desested her, when the blessed sight of
the old pier met her eyes. She made vic.
lent effort, and, half dragged by her com.
panion, chung to one of the wet seaWeed-
hung timbers. There's naught for il bat to
climb this" said the man; "hold tight, while
l go first and drag thee after" How Flor
CT &c ever managed to folio her guide, aud
how she reached the crazy pier above, she
never could tell. Saved at last. and thank
God for it." said the man who helped her.
But Florence had no strength even to say
amen.
Not for some days was she able to tell her
tale to her terrified relatives They had
taken her on the evening of her adventure
wet and half senseless, without cloak or hat.
from the arms Of the man who had rescued
her, and who described how he had seen the
DANGEROUS position of the girl on the beach
as be was walking on the cliff above, and in-
stsntly made the best OF his way toward her.
Fortunately he knew the ground, and knew
that be could get down the cliffs near the old
pier.
Robert Mors. when be came to his senses
the day alter the accident, begged so earn
estly that some one should be sent TO look
after the lighthouse and his beridden moth.
er, that trusty person was dispatched for
the pufpcte.
Old Bridget was discovered half starved 90
one having been near her since Florencs's
hssty visit the afternoon before). but quite
contented, since the Lighthouse had sea its
beams into her cottage window all night
Nothing Will ever persuade Bridget that
Miss Florence is not the greatest heroine tn at
ever trod the earth, and despite much head
shaking over the dangers their darling had
passed through, MIR. and Mrs. DAnvers are of
the same opinion. Florence sees nov that
DO piace is too dull or too small to do good
in, whesher il be the tiny matter of teaching
a child 10 read, or the greater one of securing
the safety of ships laden with mems lives
There is always work TO be had for the earn.
est sb0Ter. Good works are not matter of
time and place, but will.