The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1903-07-31

"Where is Bessie? She was walk
| ing with Mr.. Brevard."
81 will inquire about her ard Moon
you at the landing"
Bessie? Girl in white sailor hat?
1 saw her go on the first boat with
| dark-haired man." Others con-
firming this statement, the Birdlings
| were satisfied and embarked without
| delay. But another white sailor hat
| had been seen and the girl who wore
it was Jessie. Our Bessie was care
fully putting some shells in wrist
whose attenrion had at last been
drawn from her to the cloud, began
to realize their danger.
"The wind has changed, and these
breakers are much larger than when
we left the fort, but with haste, we
may reach the lighthouse before
| storm"
The distance was greater than he
imagined, and they faced wind that
soon blew a perfect gale. When the
| breaking waves forced a channel
through the beach and thus separated
| them from their starting point she
| sank weary and disheartened to the
| ground.
miss Birding, shall never forgive
| myself for this"
sit was L who insisted on gather
| ing more shells"
would you be afraid, if / left you
| alone to search crossing? First let
me make you more comfortable"
He scOoped out a nest in the wet
sand and surrounded it with brush
| gathered near, but, although thus pro-
| tected, the Is minutes Bessie spent
| there alone seemed to her almost an
eternity. Gazing over the dreary sand
| dunes, she thought of the bones of
| soldiers left to bleach among them,
and almost expected to see skeleton
| arm or grinning skull uncovered
| by the gale. Overhead, the black
| mass had broken into tattered frag-
| ments of cloud like huge vultures
| fiuttering above. Then the winds
mournful monotone would sometimes
rise into a shrek.
1.-THE creeping tide crept up along the
sand
And DER and DER the sand;
And round and round the sand
And never home came She
Why did Kingsley's lines come to
her like foreboding strain? Would
the fate of his heroine be hers? Why
did Mr.. Brevard remain so long?
Mr.. Brevard, by devious ways had
| reached point much nearer the
lighthouse, and drawing a handker
chief from his pocket to wave from
pole, also drew out a box of matches.
This suggested a bonfire. With the
dry driftwood around he kindled
blaze which managed to maintain
itself in spite of wind and rain. Then
taking torch from the pile he waved
| it aloft, and was rejoiced to see an
answering signal.
Other excursionists had remained
on the island, for the water became
| too rough for the last rowboat to
venture out to the fleet. These were
enjoying the hospitality of the light
house keepers wife; some examining
marine curiosities, and some admiring
in safety, the sublimity of the storm,
when one of them exclaimed:
THAT must be a signal of distress!"
The keepers long spyglass soon
discovered Mr.. Breyard, with Bessie
in the distance; then every man vol
unteered for rescue. The cut off was
narrow, but dangerous, and the bridge
they succeeded in making, rather I'M
steady, though Bessie crossed it
without accident. Under Mr.. Bre,
wards greater weight and firmer step
some logs gave way and bore him into
the swift current below. Strong arms
then laid hold of the rope which he
was soon standing on the beach with
no injury but few bruises and
very briny soaking
81 saved few of those dearly
bought Shells" said Bessie, as they
were enjoying the nice hot supper
prepared for them.
"You may add my book as SOU
venir."
She displayed the little bag which
hung on her arm through all the adj
venture, and he handed her his copy
of Legends and Lyrics" much the
worse for contact with salt water.
Mrs. Brevars still preserves that
wristbag and bluebound book in re-
membrance of the most eventful day
in remarkably placid life-N. o
Times-Democrat.