The Springdale news., 1899-05-19

ashore from last nights wreck but the ocean has swallowed all this time . Suddenly, stumbling, he beheld at his feet a human body; stepping he slightly raised tine prostrate form, when. with a thud, small parcel fell upon the sand, which he eagerly picked up, instlnetiyely feeling that it contained money
 \ slight movement of the body warned him that life was not yet extinct.
 "Dead men tell 10 tales,o lie thought, and the man hardly breathes; if leave him alone he will soon die, and who has better right to the spails found on these sands than r."
 \ battle ragged fiefcely in the mans breast. but looking once more upon the helpless form, his naturally generous nature asserted itself and he returned the money to It's place, then gently turning the body over to get better view Of the face, excitedly exclaimed: Ny God, It cannot be he..''
 After persistent efforts on the part of the beach haunter, the stranger began to revive. He carried him to his own hut, made him as comfortable as possible, then hurried off To a neighboring cottage, where dwelt the only person in the village lie ever visited. This was lonely widow, q general favorite in Clinton, for she was always kind and ob.lging and her peaceful counrenance
 brought solace, for it told of trials nohly borne.
 She greeted her friends with a cheerful smile and well she
 might, for never had she want ed anything since the beach
 haunter had been in the village;
 I dutiful sou could not have
 done more for her lhhn he did.
 In a few words tAe .experi-
 ence of the morning was relat
 eu and then the man urged her
 to repair 10 his hut and give her
 services to the stranger. T will go with you,' said
 Mrs. Banford, but the mention
 of a wreck at sea brought, as
 usual, before her her own
 handsome boy, who had sailed
 away so hopefully ten
 years before, and, as he had not been heard from since was believed to be
 dead; tears filled her eyes, but
 she said nothing, for this was , the one subject upon which the beach haunter would not allow : her to speak to him; so, with
 all effort, she regained her usu-
 al composure and accompanied , him.
 ! "He raves continually of his
 mother,n said the beach haunt L.
 CT, "whom he left so long ago and who he fears Is in want Upon entering the cottage 7 Mrs. Banford leaned over the ! stranger, and, in her motherly way, placed her cool hand on his tevered brow. The sufferer '' moved slightly, murmuret something lncoherently, then , opened his eyes. A glad smile of recognition broke over Z his face, one word escaped his t lips, "Mother," and, after long : years of separation, mother and T son were united in a fond em ' brace.
 '. But as the setting sun fell ol l. the three faces in the little hut 1T the happiest was that of th' n beach haunter. for the strange a had been a shipmate and bo IS som friend of his youth, whom
 in playful wrestling match oI n deck, he had accidently throw IS overheard.
 a Fearing to be arraigned as It murderer. Harry Langley kep le his secret, left the ship as sool " they reached port, and mad' It his way to the village, where h e, could watch over and care 10 of the mother of his friend. n But Louis Banford mas pick r, ed up by a passing ship, bound I, for foreign lands; thus he ha' i'd been long returning to his ma
 tive home, and might neve fe have reached it but fof tn Il timely aid of the beach. haunt a. ar