The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1899-11-17
The Keeper Of
The Bishop.
He Hatod His Work and Wanted 10
Leave 1t, but Died In the
Service.
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES.

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For fortnight out OF every SIX weeks
| the little white faced man walked inc
| Garrison on st. Mary's island in broad
| cloth frock coat. Il low waistcoat and a
black ribbon of a tie fastened in bow
| ard it gave him great pleasure to be mis-
| taken for a commercial traveller. But
| during the other four weeks he was head
1 Keeper of the lighthouse On the Bishop
| rock, with 80 years OF exemplary service
| to his credit. BY what circumstances he
| had been brought to enlist under the
| Trinity Gag | never knew. but now, al
| the age OF 4S, he was entirely occupied
| with Il great horror of the sea and Its
| hunger for the bodies Of men. The frock
l coat which he wore during his spells on
| shore was protest against the sea, and
| he hated not only the sea. but all things
| that were in the sea, especially rock
| lighthouses, and of all rock lighthouses
| especially the BiskoD.
| "Thp Atlantic's as smooth rs ball.
| room floor" said he. 1t vas n clear. still
| lay, and we were sitting among the Sorse
| ON the top OF the Garrison, looking down
| he sea toward the west. Five miles
| from the Settles the thin column of the
| Bishop showed Ike y rord strung taut in
| he sIiy. But out there ali around the
| l;gtthousc there are ceIdics twisting and
| twisting without auv r,isc. and extraor-
| dinari!y quick. ana every other second
| now here, now there. y1Ii'!l notice the sea
| liEpIc, and you'll hear 6 Suund, like 4
| man hiccou.!,i::-. and all 1T once there's
a wicked black whirlpool. the tide runs
| seven miles an huIr past tie Bishop. But
| i'll another year | have done with her"
| John Garstin nodded across from St
| Mary's 20 that gray finger post of the
| Atlantic. Some rara winter. Well, very
| likely Jur;n., this enc more winter the
| p;ubnn will ro--on so,ae night when n
| stern, blows from west or wc.t-nor' west
l and tia Irish coast takes none of its
| strength"
LJe was only rttprire tho current be.
lief of tbe islantls. The first Eishor
| Erttbcus, had been swept away before
| its buil,lin. was finished. ana. though
| shs, sncon! stoad, Il fog bell. weighing lie
| less linn II ten a;it! fixed 80 feet above
| tha W. row LaI baen lifted from its fit.
| ,;,,s h,- :, .;;.-la wave and tossed like
| n tennis ba,I into the sea. asked Gar
| sim vhethe;. Lc had been stationed or
| tho rock ut the tine.
| "PeoEle talk OF li-htsh;ps piungine
| md tn.-rinr nj their cables" he return,
! Oh .sIVelI I've tried li.btships. and
| what 7 sGr is shiDs are built to plunge
| o,J tI,g NJ their cables. That's tneiI
| L,,a;,,.s, p-t Il ;v,,t tbe husinas. M
on unrieht feet Of rranits 70 cuivcr and
tro,,II, IiIa - .,enl s,,;pr No. WASN'T
| an tho Risbo, when The Lcll went. but
wos thnra rbcn \ v.are climbed M from
tho hasn nr The rorI, and sm,shad in tbe
,.Iass val nr The lantern and nut the
| iight ont that vos last snri,r. ot 4
| o'c,ocl in thc n,oruing The dav was
| LrnoI.;,,, rory c.ld aud y-iId md ont
| &c. - - -, ,,,i,
couia Jus, zee liz ""n 1 81. ,."+an -.
e., ~ tho era c1,,lJ stratch 7 was ir
| tbo lantern reod;nr IT'S Never Too Late
| IN Nand' bnd come To where the chan
| In;n i-rool,s ,lor.,, no u,o,,Ior ,rJ wa,
. AN ~ IT, ia ILL., ~ h,ro n 90 -,
tbnt rs-dor r,rseIf whom ali the GINS
! =, tbn ,ror,5 wont off t,rstbar in m,
81 thoro We 7 dr;nning yrat onG
| fnirIv sliced Nth snlintn-s of class, anf
| tho Wind blowing salt in NV face, anC
| tbe lonn ouf. ami a bitter gray light OF
| -norpino. as thouah there never. never
| Nd b.ep ,nr sun and oli the dead mer
in tho con shontirr OFF for mo hundred
| feet below" And Garstin shivered aanG
| rose to his feet. We'll, | have only ont
! moro winter of it."
| "and tben?" 7 asked.
"Then I get the North Foreland. ant
| the trippers come out from Margate. ant
| | live on shore with my wife. And. b!
the way. wanted to speak about M,
| boy. He's getting up in years VIVA
shall I make Of him? \ linen draper
eh? In the MidiandS, what! Or some
| thing Of q free library. handing GU
| Charles Reade's books? He's at homo
now. Come and see him."
In Garstln's Quarters within me ceas
guard ihclosure l was ii.!"uucru " III,
wife and the lad Leopold. What shal
we call hinl?" Mrs. Garstin had asked
some IS years before u don't know an,
seafaring man OF the name OF Leopold
Garstln mad repiled arteT moment o.
reflection. so Leopold ne was named
Mrs. darstIn was puAoiii, uliiiii's'na .,
tive woman, Dut she shared 10 tue lui
! her husbands horror OF the sea. SIC toit
me of nights when she lay alone llstenln:
to the moan OF the winds overhead ant
on its base and of morning when sh'
climbed from the sheltered barracks VI
the eorst, with her heart Juggling in he
breast. certain. certain that this morning
at last, there would be no Bishop light
house visible from the top of the CARR
son.
at seems n sort of insult to the work
of Cod" she said in a hushcd voice II
seems as if it stood up there in Gods fac
and cried. You can't hurt me-"
! eyes. most presumptuOus and provok
ing" said Garstin, and so they fell t.
toIt;no of tho hov who. at ali events
should fulfill his destiny very far milan,
from the sea. Mrs. Garstin leaned to tn
linen draDery. Garstin inclined to tn
frao library
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