Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-01-12

her, and they remembered it as they roWed.
The gloom was little hindrance to them, for
they could almost have navigated the coast
| blindfolded. Besides here they were shell
tered by the reef and shore.
In five minutes they we've round . little
headland, and the lights of Bryngelly were
close before them. On the beach people
were moving about with lanterns.
Presently they were there, hanging on
their oars for q favorable wave to beach
with. At last It came, and they gave way
together. running the large boat half out Of
the surf A dozen men plunged into the
surf and dragged her on. They were safe
ashore.
"Have you got Miss Beatrics?" shouted
voice.
Gay. we've got her and another, too, but
I doubt they're gone. Where's doctor?''
"Here, here % answered voice. Bring
the stretchers."
A stout thiek-set man, who had been
listening, Warped up in dark cloak,
turned his face away and gave a groan.
Then he followed the others as they went
to work, not offering help, but merely fol-
lowing.
The stretchers were brought and the two
bodies laid upon them, face downward and
covered over.
"Where to?" said the bearers as they
seized the poles.
''The Yicarage," answered the doctor. 'T
told them to get things ready there in case
they should find her. Run forward one of
you and say that we are coming"
The men started at trot and the crowd
ran after them.
''Who is the other?" somebody asked.
"Mr. Bingham-the tail lawyer who
came down from London the other day.
Tell policeman-run to his wife. She's at
Mrs. Jones, and thinks he has lost his way
coming home from Bell Rock
Accordingly the policeman departed on
his melancholy errand; and the procession
moved swiftly across the sandy beach and
up the stone-paved way by which boats were
dragged down the cliff to the sea. The vii
lage OF Bryngelly lay to the right. It had
grown away from the church, which stood
dangerously near the edge Of the cliff On
the further side of the church, and little
behind it,partly sheltered from the sea gales
by group Of stunted frs, was the vicarage,
a low, single-storied, stone-roofed building,
tenanted for 20 years past and more BY
BeatTice's father, the Rev. Joseph Granger.
The best approach to it from the Byrngelly
side was by the ehurehyard, through which
the men with the stretehers were now wind
ing, followed by the crowd Of nghtseers.
might as we'll leave them here at once"
5oAA On0 VI buc DedTeE8 70 the Diner IN
Welsh. II doubt they are both dead
enough"
The person addressed assented, and the
thick-set man wrapped in the dark cloak,
who was striding along by Beatriee's
stretcher, groaned again. Clearly, he un-
derstood the Welsh tongue. A few seconds
more and they were passing through the
stunted frs up to the vicarage door. In the
doorway stood group of people. The light
from lamp in the ball struck upon them,
throwing them into strong relief. Fore
most, holding lantern in his hand, was .
man of about go, with snow-white hair
which fell in confusion over his rugged
forehead. He was Of middle height and
carried himself with something Of a stoop.
The eyes were small and shifting, and the
mouth hard. He wore short Whiskers
which, together with the eyebrows, were
still tinged with yellow. The face was
ruddy and healthy looking; indeed, had il
not been for the dirty white tie and shabby
black coat one would have taken nim to be
what ne was IN heart, farmer Of the harder