Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-04-07

TtlrlGy I stood upon the summit of the dille, anXiously gazing a>ro,is the soething black waves, | upon which the light from the tower threw its ghastly, glaring rays. Some of their own were out therc-the name of Hans Frerik flew from lip to lip. With renewed fury blast shook the earth to its very foundations, and the cry of many voices mingled with the tumult-the light in the tower had l gone out!
 Had the hurricane wrecked the old lighthouse? Was the whole island to be destroyed? Had some calamity. be- fallen the watcher in the tower? The { people waited a few minutes in terrified silence, hoping to see the light flame out again, but it remained dark. | 'l must go up there; something must | have hapHcrcd." said one in an anxious | voice
 Jan. are you here? Why are you not at your rost?" exclaimed a number of | '" men.
 There was a rush down the dike toward the tower gate which soon shook with their vigorous knocks and blows. l Ian tried to justify himself by declar- ! nE that the governor had sent him to the assistance of the herdsmen. No one listened to him, for the excited r"wd vas endeavoring to open the great gate. They did not succeed in | opening the heavy oal1en door, nor the ! si>.c doors that were likewise closed and barl'>"'. and no one opened from within. soon a dull, booming sound mingled with the deep orchestral tones of the | elements, and after few minutes, was | rri,oa,ed-the booming of cannon! A large vessel in danger and the light out the light which should have revealed to it its whereabouts, should have 1 shown that land was near, sandbanlls md Sh0a}s ard in"r who were ready ! 60 i~ aS soon as they were able to 'upH with the storm.
 Vain all effort. The little band of A"l before the great gate was utterly !ri2;c:iS, mere nothing. A bulwark quilt iy men moclSed it's buildcrs-they had outd0nc themselves. While nature 'aig ir their ears the old, old story of ,!cstru ,tion, she gave no sign of a res urreItion.
 "A happy heart beats fin my breast B.'t a heavy weight upon it l!cs.'
 So sang M2rya, "Thc Stranger" as, in the gray dawn, the heavy door yield ad to the blows of the sledges, and 'pvncl the way to the lantern. She @t upon the tupmost step, her hands iaar>J about her knees, her glitter .nG eyes gazing out into the twilight acr,>ss the foaming sea.
 "ii"avcns! The girl has gone mad," auttcrrd one of the men, as they were brought to standstin in the narrow  of them whatever.
 The storm had spent it's fury The Sohbing of the sea told how great it had bHcn. The pale twilight still yelled the traces of it's rage from eager ryCa- the breach in the outcr-dike- the inundation of the meadows, and thnvr all, the hull of large boat, which, rocked by the waves. was at last thrown upon the strand, while pieces 1f the wreck still floatcd upon the "nE"S--a plank, casll, n spar. The twilight vcilcd too, q bark which, as the at.sIIa ahated, sought q landing up on the eastern shoe of the island. It had suffered great damage; its sails and rigging hung in shreds from broken n;:Sts. bat the hull still held together On beard were a number of men, pale
 
 up half an hour before from floating fragments of the ship, which, during the night, had sounded in vain it's sig ualS of distress. Land was reached iii safety
 "'fali" the men to the lighthouse to be cared for. I am going on ahead to NHe what has happened thcrc," said Hans FrCrill, the commander of the 1Df lN l.ss way
 Let me go to her, he cried, when they had told him of Marya's strange conduct.
 As she heard his voice and saw his hngSard face appear on the stairs at her feet. shc uttered a shriu laugh and then burst into bitter weeping. Without another word. Hans took the unrcsist- ing girl in his arms, carried hcr to the little room below. and there. her head upon his shoulder, she told in short. confused and broken sentences all thai had happened on that dreadful night. She had eNtinGuishcd the lights in the great lantern in order to render impos- sible Hans Frcrill's safe return and had prevented her grandfather from rclight- ing them In their struggle on the gal | lery in the darkness, he had suddenly fallen to the floor lifelcss, and Marya had kept watch the whole night | through. They had brought down the ! body of the old man-faithful Peter | Eilt, who had died at his post of duty.
 Marya had but just concluded her confession, when the heat of the fever came upon her again, and in short time she was raving in the widest self accusations. Near her slept her little ! daughter. The child was the only one over whose happy spirit the terrors of \ the niTht had had no power
 Weather Forecast. WASHINGTON. D. C., April 7.-For New England: Light rains, easterly to southerly winds, increasing in force JOSEPH \, JACKSON, ARCHITECT, l
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