The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1898-11-10

said You never Know yon
have takena pin TIL n ls all OIL
over" &c. c. l. Hood & Co.
Proprietors. Lower. Mass.
The only pills tn take With HOODS sarsapariIlA-
brayely on through the storm,
bounding like + mountain goat over
the rocks, dangerous to travel in the
broad daylight of day. He knew
very we'll there was no time to be
los. There was q moor, but the
clouds were heavy, end the rain beat
6ercely in his face. At last Claude
reached the rude shanty, where he
WIS a sured lie would find the
descons's horse. II. was not
disappointed; for, as he opened
TIE door, he was greeted
with low n ,igh from old Prince.
1t d d not take him long to find the
bride. which hung upon peg; and,
in short time, he was seated upon
the anims 3 back and they were
plungiog wildly over the rocky path.
Never before had Prince made
such epeed. Claude urged him
on, and the four miles were
soon covered. As the hoof beats
sounded among the clustered cot.
tages of the fishermen, the young
rider called, "Hurry with the life
boat. There's ship on Rocky
Point"
The hardy toile-s of the sea need
ed no second summone. They we're
already astir, half expecting such a
call on that wild night.
"Where lies she!" asked one
81 don't know; l didn't stop to
see."
"Why, Claude is it you? Where's
your grandfather"
"IIe went to town, and it BILE Y so
hard he couldn't get back"
"Here / am my boy. What's the
matte.?" 1t was the lighthouse
keeper who spoke. lie had come
thus far on his homeward journey.
go, grandpa, Pm glad you've
come. heard the sound of guns
when was in the tower, 80 l took
the deacon's horse and came for
help. l knew there was ship on
the rocks"
"You did, we'll, my boy" replied
the old man, in voice which trem-
bled with emotion. "Who joins me
in the lifeboat?" he added, turning
to his companions; and for reply,
the men rushed toward the house in
which the buoyant craft was kept,
and in short time help was on It's
way to the poor people, who, in the
gray of early morning, were clinging
to the wreck.
How the fishermen worked! At
last, the crew were all rescued and
carried to the little fishing hamlet,
where kind hands set about restor-
ing the half-drowned persons.
Among the number were man
and woman who had kept close to-
gether. AS the eyes of the woman
opened under the kind administra-
lions of the fishermen's wifes, she
said, feebly: 'John, did / hear my
fathers voice?"
eyes, Rose, thank God, We are
saved, and your father, with these
trAve men, came to our rescue
through the stormy sea. Had it not
been for their efforts, we should
have all perished."
"Where are Claude and Alvah?"
asked the anxious mother, looking
around the unfamiliar room.
"Safe in the lighthouse" replied
her father; "and it is to Claude
you owe your lives"
Captain Daniel then proceeded to
relate all the circumstances of the
preceding day and night, and the
parents listened, with tear-dimmed
eyes.
Rose has gone to South America
to meet her husband, who had been
made master of a fine, large ship,
and who wished his wife to make
the return trip with him. Adverse
winds had kept them on the voyage,
at last they had narrowly escaped a
watery grave.
The boys we're soon summoned to
the cottage, where the fond parents
mingled tears of gratitude with
their welcome. Captain Wilmot's
voice was huskey with emotion, as
ne said: "But for your own brave
deed, Claude, you and Alvah would
be orphans now. You were the
means, under the Almighty, of saw
ing our lives"
WILLARD n. JENKISs,