The Irish standard., 1893-09-02
TIE IRISH srANDARD: SATURDAY., SEPTEMBER 2 Igz5

Tim disappeared into the caravan.
Presently he ] reappeared bearing q
tray, on which was a small flask OF
brandy, large jug Of milk, some bis
cults and couple Of glasses. This he
placed on the camp stool, which his
master had just vacated, and which,
when not in use as seat. served as
table. Brinkley poured out two glasses
Of milk, then, looking at Matt, he held
the little flask on high.
Brandy, Matt?''
She shook her head.
every well, child; 1 think you are
wise. Here, take the milk and drink
confusion to your enemies!''
Matt took. the glass of milk and
drank it down, while Brinkley hastened
to dilute and dispose of the other.
Then he gave some orders to Tim, and
they started off. As they had no par
ticular object in view, they chose the
pleasantroute, and clearly the pleas
ATTEST lay across the sand hills. Not
because the sand hills were pleasant
in themselves-they were not, especial
8" fdSds SsSd dyesa ssa :nR saa tSs ss Ike
. mill-pond-but because by crossing
the sand hills one came on the other
side upon q foot path which led by
various windings gradually to the top
Of breezy cliffs:
To the sand hills, therefore, they
wended their way. Having gained
them, they followed route which
Matt knew full well, and which soon
brought them to the narrow foot path
beyond. During the walk she was sim
|gularly silent, and Brinkley seemed to
be busily trying to work out some alb
struse problem which had taken pos
session of his brain.
When they had followed the foot
path for some distance and had gained
the greensward on the top of the cliffs.
the young man threw himself upon the
grass and invited Matt to do the same.
It was very pleasant there, soothing
both to the eye and to the mind. The
cliff was covered-somewhat sparsely,
it is true-with stunted grass; and just
below, on their right, lay the ocean.
calm as any mill-pond, but signing
softly as the water kissed the rocks
and flowed back again with rhythmic
throbs. On their left lay the sand
hills, glittering like dusty gold in the
sun-rays, while just before and below
them was the village.
"Do you see that house standing all
by itself, close to shore?' said Matt,
pointing to the cottage where she
lived. "tThat belongs to William Jones.
And, look ye now, there be William
Jones on the rocks!''
Looking down, Brinkley beheld a
figure moving along the rocks, just
where the water touched the edge.
every lazy of William JONES'" he
said "Why isn't he at work?''
''At work?''
''Yes. tilling the fields or fishing. BY
the way, I forgot to ask you, is he q
fisherman?"
''No. he ain't," said Matt. Hes 9
| wreclxer, he is!' .
"A what?' exclaimed Brinkley.
ga wrecker," continued Matt, as il
| wrecking was the most natural occupa
ton in the world. Brinkley looked al
her, imagining that she must be prac
ticing some wild joke. He had GER
tainly heard of wreckers, but he had
always believed that they were a spe
cies of humanity which had belonged
to past centuries, and were now as ex
tinct as a mammoth. But the girl evi
IDENTIFY meant what she said, and
thought there was nothing extraordi
nary in the. statement.
''That sea don't look ugly, do it?'
she continued, pointing at the ocean
''But it is: there's rocks out there
where the ships split on: then they &C
all to pieces, and the things come
ashore
''And what becomes of all the things
Matt?'
'Some of ems stole and some o1
ems took by the coast guards. They
do say" she added, mysteriously, Gas
there's lots O things gold and silver
hid among them sand hills. Before the
coast guards come all the folk was