The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-05-10

which come into the harbor for the
strength Of ordinary ropes is not suffi-
..-1t. The harbor itself has been com
rsrsd 10 Balaclava. So intricate is the
euf-bound entrance that il is a matter
Of surprise how any ships OF considerable
size can effect either entrance or exit
with safety. Outside the cliffs present an
inaccessible front 10 the ocean.
snipwrecked sailors who might swim to
shore would in a stormy sea be dashed
- pieces against the rocks ere they could
obtain a footing. In calm weather the
casual visitor admires the picturesque
ness Of this wild Cornish spot, but in
winter. when the wind bowls through the
valley and the waters lash themselves
into foam. and here and there through
a tunnel in the cliffs they come with a
roar like a trumpet blast, into the caImer
barbor it may we'll conjure up i'm the
minds Of the least imaginative visions of
In the days before Boscastle could boast
of policeman, and when the cOastguard
station was as yet unknown, and there
were no whiteWashed stones 10 mark the
path of her majesty's servants, there was
3 good deal of smuggling done here. and
hy the more lawless and less humane in
hahtants means of subsistence was oc-
c4s.0nally found far worse than The i'm
p0rtation of cOntraband goods.
one afternoon in winter, when the early
dusk was beginning TO fall. an old fisher
man was walking along the bank of the
NaienCy river, which, together with an
other stream, flows into the great At
lautic at this spot. He was a moody
looking man, with a hard, weather beaten
face and deep-set shrewd eyes which
for all his CD years, could see clearer and
further than those of most younger men,
lie had come from his cottage near the
valley and was bent toward the sea. He
climbed the hill with the agility of a boy
and then stood looking out to the hori-
zOu. At nrst his face was lmpasSlVe. but
gradually there crept into it an express
sion of grim satisfaction. In minute
ne sent a shout downwards: Peggy"
he cried Peggy! Plague take the girl!
Where is she?"
His companion, who had Jagged behind
10 watch the fish in the clear, shallow
stream, heard him, and in a leisureiy
manner began 20 climb the sloping ground
toward him. She accelerated her pace
however. when she again heard his CALL
which testified TO Impotence. and impa-
thence Wltn her grandfather meant an
ger and his anger was terrible.
"L1OE over yOnder, girl he said. when
she came up to him, ''and tell me if thou
The girl shaded her eyes with her hand
ana peered across the waters in the
gathering gloom. If Bill Pengely's sight
was marvellous. Peggy's was more so. All
her senses, indeed, were trained like those
or young savage. No sound escaped
her and she could find her way in the
10y night Bill watched her with eager
ness. She turned her brown, pretty face
toward him and nodded
There's a ship" she said, "a large one
and the wind is driving her toward the
land
The old man chuckled The confrma-
ton of his wishes was satisfactory to him.
and perhaps his vanity, too, was graft
II thought I seed her." he muttered
and the wind is driving her toward the
land" he repeated. "And the wind is
getting up, too. Listen"
II hear more than the wind" said the
girl, eXcitedly, and her brown eyes flash
eli a glance toward him.
He caught her by the arm.
The bells"
finger and putting her head slightly on
one side while she looked up at him
again as if to command his attention. the
bells They are sounding quite clearly.
And tonight there'll be a storm"
Come along down, girl" said Pengelly.
clutching her by the'arm. If the winds
toward US, and the Forrabury bells is
sounding. theren be work to be done
For high up above Boscasue stands
Forrabury church, and its tower is silent,
and about the missing bell there is "a
legend. long time ago, the dwellers
in the hamlet besought the Lord of Bot
treauX, who lived in the castle, to give
to their church a peal of bells. which
should be equal to those at T3ntagel. The
old Norman acceded to their request, and
thence were brought in a ship, which in
due course arrived off the port. The pilot
as they drew near caught the sound of
his village bells, for he was native of
Tlntagel, and being a devout man he
thanked God aloud that they had come
in safety so near to home. But the captain,
not being of a cody mind, was displeased
that the honor should be given to any but
an earthly power:
Thank God, thou whining knave. on land,
But thank, a sea, the steersman's hand"
The captains voice above the gale:
Thank the good ship and ready SAIL
Uprose that sea! as if it heard
The mighty Masters signal-word.
What thrills the captains whitening lip?
The death groans OF his sinking ship.
For the ship went down within sight of
land, and all the crew were lost except the
pilot only, and he got safe to land a
plank to tell the sorrowful news As to
the bells, they were swallowed up by the
great Atlantic but to this day, when
storm is coming up, the bells are rung
by ii, and those with ears to hear may
recognize the peal.
ward home; the man was busted with
thoughts of anticipated gain, the girl was
only conscious of fear. Yet one could
hardly associate the idea of fear with
Peggy Pengelly-Peggy, who could man
age a boat in the toughest sea, and could
swim like fish, and whose muscles were
irm in the rounded limbs from many
climb and pull. Besides, the steadfast LOOK
in her eyes, the look some sailors have.
the firm set of her lips the strong brow
and chin, showed courage enough. Never
Jneless, she was afraid now, afraid of her
Stern old grandfather, and of that which
she knew he meditated, afraid of what
the night might bring, of the sights she
might see and the sounds she might hear,
Inc memory of which would abide for
many a day A scene of the past rose
before her, and stood out vividly in lurd
colors, a scene in which women possessed
with fiends, and little children, doing
violence to their child-like nature, as
sisted in the hideous deeds inspired by
lne lust of selhshness and the lust of gain.
ana that was a time when poverty had
3een followed by plenty, and all had re-
!olcea without remorse. Only Margaret
"hose mother had died in her infancy,
nag inherited that mothers gentleness az
vel as her fathers courage, and to her
mere was neither fascination nor pleas
UIe IN the spelling of a mighty merchant
"iaI and the death of her fellow-creatures.
me darkness increased rapidly, and in
~ a5 valley evening had come already. The
-uu 100 had risen, and was blowing a
T.Gduy gale from the sea. Peggy knew
Ia there was danger ahead for the ship
.1dt sailed outside the harbor. She knew,
~ lhStnctively, that if her grandfather
t-'4u any to whom he might speak willed