The Red Cloud chief., 1886-03-05

barkwash than e baby. and Tregarthen
went dragging down the sandy slope
until the advancing waves swept uy
again. lifted him. rolled him over and
east him and the spar down together.
Inc spar fell uppcrmost. and struck
Tregarthen 80 heavily on the head that
with a great crackic and sparkle O;
lights before his eyes, he swooncd and
lay like a stone.
The spar came end on this time, and
one Cornish sea-dog fell on il and
gripped IL with his might, and a sec
Ond. falling on his knees behind the
first. took him round the loins with
his knitted fingers. and a third seized
the second by the leather belt he wore.
The next wave came bowling up; bu;
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 great monster vent grinding back.
with it, reluctant fingers clutching at
the sand. the line was sound. Before
the sea came again Tregarthen aud the
child were out of It's reach. for the rope
had ~miraculously tangled itself abou,
the rescuer arms, and when the men
dragged at the spar ne came with il.
There was no memory Of the storm
in the mild spring air when Tregartl,en
next awoke to a knowledge Of the
world. He wa. lying in bed in his own
room, and the window, which faced "a
the south. was open, so that he could
just hear the gentle Gliding Of the sea
He lay for a time without a care 10 re-
member anything; but when he tried
10 move he found head, hand and
limbs marvelousiy heavy, and he be-
gan TO be aware that he ached all over.
Then he remembered the storm, the
shipwreck, and the rescue he had at
tempted.
us anybody here2' he asked, in a
voice so feeble that he was surprised
ut il.
His ho~usekecper's voice responded
with an ejaculation Of pious JOY. and
the old woman was at the bedside in a
moment.
You know me. sir?" she said.
yes" he answered. Il have been
i'll. Who saved me? Did they save
the child?"
ut was Reuben Pollarth." said the
housckcepcr, went in after you first.
sir. But they all helped"
ibid they save the child?' he asked
again.
The child's quite safe. sir. Don't
You talk no more now, MIR. Arthur,
there's a dear
"Where is the child? In the house,
Yes. sir. yes" returned the old
lady. But don't YOU talk. dear heart,
or youIl do yourself a mischief
ut WAS a boy. | think said IRE
garthen.
Yes. yes. sir, yes" said the house
keeper. Here's your slcepin'-draught.
Mr.. Arthur"
Bring him here said Tregarthen.
"No. No" moving his eyebrows I'M
patiently at the draught. The boy.
Let me see him. Bring him here IT
once
The old lady rustlcd softly from the
room. afraid to deny him longer.
..Thc Tregarthensll have their way
il they are dying" she said t" herself.
ut was their mannc always She
returned in "A moment. 81 have sent
for him, sir
Tregar,hen made a response with
his eyes. and lay still. BY and by
there was "A knock at the door. and the
housekeeper. answering it. led into the
room a 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 a profusion of light hair. a shy but
pleasant aspect and large gray eyes.
LET him be taken care Of said
Tregarthcn. in his feeble voice. Bring
him to me again A pretty
child. Any one else?'
NO. sir" said the houSekeeper.
with Il downward glance at the child.
Bring him again said
Tregarthen. Il am tired"