The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-03-16
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times their number. This timely sue
cour completely turned the bles against
the smugglers, who had fought like de-
mons SO long as the odds were in their
favor, but who, now that their aeivers-
aries had been so unexpectedly rein
forced, became completely demoraiized,
and bent all their energies in seeking
safety in fight.
Their escape by the path leading to the
heights above was effectually cut off by
/ the sailors and marines. while to the
right and left there stretched impossible
( barriers of rocks, and thus encoapassed
4 on three sides the only ray of hope they
had existed in the possibility of being
able to launch one Of the heavily laden
boats they had been at such pains TO
drag high upon the single little while
before.
In their rush for the boat they were so
closely pursued that ere they managed to
4 get her attoat the tars were upon them
and only fave succeeded In escaping.
The rest, caught ike rats ID a trap,
I threw down their weapons and sur
rendered at once. The fight had not
I been without bloodshed three of the
I smuEglers being seriously If not fatally
i wounded and seven OF the Vigilance's
/ men slightly.
The prisoners having been bound two
\ and Two, and guard left with the cap
I tured boat, the backward march cou-
menced, the wounded men. whose in
! Jttries had been attended TO as well as
was possible under the circumstances,
being borne on extemporized litters.
Under the circumstances attending
their capture it was necessary to hand the
( prisoners over TO the civil authorities 10
be dealt with, and they were therefore
marched into Thorpecombe, arriving
there about the time the good people of
that village were thinking of getting up.
CHAPTER ".
The injured men having been carried
into the Sign of the Anchor" and medi-
c al aid summoned, Haverill, who after
completely exhausted, retired for short
rest
He had not been long asleep, when he
Was rudelv awakened by piercing shrieks,
again and again repeated Springing TO
his feet and hastily donning his clothes,
nc hurried out of the room, and meeting
q servant on the landing, inquired whence
the noises proceeded.
"Oh! Sir the woman answered be-
tween her sobs, lit do be awful TO see the
way the poor young thing do take on
a-screamin, and a-sobbin'; and her poor,
unfortunate old father, the doctor says,
is dyin'. "
DO you know the man?n he asked.
Why, Sir, to be sure | does, everybody
knows Simon Bovine"
W hat? Simon Bovine, the lighthouse
keeper where is her Show me the way
at once, he hurriediy exclaimed.
Following the woman downstairs, and
pushing open the door she indicated,
Hayerill stepped into the chamber Of
mourning, soon to be that of death. A
scene met his gaze which he never forgot
till his dying day Stretched on bed,
opposite the only window of the room,
with the morning light shining full on
safs lcxr
line. and beside the bed. with her hand in
his and her face hidden in the coverings,
as II to stitle her sobbing, knelt his
daughter Margaret.
Stepping softly forward and bending
over the sufferer HayerilI saw at glance
that his hours-nay, his very minutes
were numbered. As he turned to steal
from the room, a moan escaping from her
fathers drawn lips caused Meg TO look
up and recognize him.
Starting to her feet, look of mingled
hate and sorrow struggling for the mas
terry on her face, she fiercely accused him
of being her fathers murderer, and called
down the vengeance OF Heaven on him.
Though shocked at her bitter words.
which cut him TO the quick, he neverthe-
less uttered not syllable in defense of
his actions. He stood with bowed head
near the middle of the room, with his
back to the window and saw not the
leyelled gun nor the malignant face be-
hind 1t scOwling at him. But Margaret
did, and springing quickly forward and,
in measure covering his body with her
own, she pushed him aside as the leaden
messenger sped on its fatal mission. It
found billet, but not the one for which it
! was intended. With a gasping cry Mar
4 garet sank to the floor, shot through the
| head.
Haverill, well nigh dazed by the exper-
fences of the night and morning, could
! scarcely at first realize that the girl had
| given her life for his
He tenderly bore her to couch, and
called frantically for help, only TO find
/ than death had been instantaneous. and
that old Simon's spirit had gone with
hers Tender hands laid father and
daughter side by side, and the sorrowing
onleokers slowly left the room.
That night strange hands trimmed the
lamps in Thorpcombe Lighthouse.