Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Benton County, Or.) 1900-1909, 1906-09-18
CHAPTER XIV.

by results. When willing hands had
carefully hauled in the rope until the
knot could be unfastened and the end
secured to the cord connecting the gal
Iery with the entrance a man was dis
patched to warn Brand that all was IN
readiness for the next step.
The rough sailor was the messenger
OF the gods to those who waited on
each story. As he ran upward, climb
ing the steep stairs with the nimbie-
ness of a monkey, he beloved the
great news to each crowded doorway.
Seeing the girls in the kitchen, though
already his breath was scant, he blurt-
ed out:
ssIt's all right, ladies! He's done the
trickr'
On the next landing pflid women's
faces cleaned at-him.
'.Rope aboardr' he gasped. They're
tyin' on legs o. mutton now
Yet again he was waylaid on the
floor above Hard pressed for wind he
wheezed forth consolation.
'.Just goin' to haul the bottled beer
aboard he grunted.
It would never do to pass the hos
pital without word.
.Beef tea an port wine swimmin'
here,' he painted.
Brand was peering through the Ian
tern door, awaiting this unwashed
Mercury, who caught sight Of the
lighthouse keeper ere his shaggy head
had emerged from the well.
The man stopped. almost spent. He
gave an offhanded sailors salute.
Haul away, sir!'' he yelled, and his
voice cracked with excitement In
deed, they who remained quite coher-
ent ON the Gulf Rock, on the ships, and
even on the cliffs nine miles away,
were few in number and to be pitied
exceedingly. There are times when a
man must cheer and a woman's eyes
glisten with joyous tears, else they
| are fiabby creatures, human jellyish.
siren blasts, and although the hoarse
shouting of men and the whistling OF
steam were swept into space by the
north wind in it's rage, those on shore
could read the riddle through their
glasses Of the retreating boat and the
white vapor puffs.
The first to grasp Stanhope's hand
when he swung himself onto the deck
of the tender was Mr.. Cyrus ]. Trail.
"Well done, my ladv' he cried bro
kenly. "I thought it was all up with
you. Did you see herr"
Eyes, but only for, second"
"You thought it best not to join
| them?''
"You know that 1 would gladly &C
now and attempt it. But dared not
refuse the better way. I can't tell you
| what happened Something stilled the
sea like magic. Look at it now."' -
Assuredly the waves were breaking
again around the pillar with all theil
wonted ferocity. but. one among the
Trinity house officers noticed smooth
oily patch floating past the vessel.
"By lover he. shouted, brand
helped you at the right moment. he
threw some gallons of COLA over
board" s-,~.-
Traill, a bronzed, spare, elderly man
tall and straight. with eyes set deer
beneath heavy eyebrows, went to jim
Spence and Ben Pollard where they
were helping to sling the Daisy up tt
the davits.
| 81 said FIVE hundred between you,
he briefly announced. t'If the rop'
holds and the three people 1 am inter
ested in reach the shore alive will
make it five hundred apiece"
4 Ben Pollard's mahogany face became
several inches wider and remained s.
permanently, his friends thought, bu
Jim Spence only grinncd.
"You don't know the cap'n, sir. Hell
save every mothers son-an' daughte
too-now. he has a line aboard"
-Tnca the cE-s:-t,cr .c'?Gecn VA &c;
from among dozens of volunteers oW
ing to his close acquaintance with tn
reef, bethous,it him.
You're treatin' Ben an me magnif
icent. sir" he said. ''but the chief credi
/ is due to Mr. Stanhope. We on'y obey
| cd orders"
; The millionaire laughed like boy.
81 have not forgotten Mr.. Stanhope,
| lie said. Il a!l Sc Hori' confidence i
NJ. Brand VII be ijt:.:.iiicd. Iol! H-ltc
me smile when ante Ci' E>u:' share"
l., Cn board t:lc tIIss ana Gil the ga.icI'
. of the lighthouse there WINS no time fo
. talk. The vessel. with the most skillfr
, handling. might remain where she wa
for about four hours. She was alread
. more than Il huaUTed fGtLo-1lS With
the dangerous area marked by th
, buoy. and there was much to be don
in the time.
[ The strongest rope. the best VIII
hawser. has its well defined limit {
strain, and the greater the length th
t | greater the tension. From the buo
itself naught save chain cable woul
hold in such a sea. The tug must ope
ate from the nearer base. She We
pitching and tossing in manner ca
culated to daunt any one but a sailo
and the slightest mistake made by tt
skipper, the burly oilskinned man ba
j ancfng himself on the bridge with b
hand on the engine room TELEGRAPH
5 would snap any line ever twisted.