Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1907-03-04

secured 10 lle cora connecting the gal
lery with the entrance, 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 Oh
each story. AS he ran upward, climb
ing the steep stairs with the nimble-
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 burt
ed out:
It's all right, ladies! He's done the
trickr'
On the next landing pallid 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.
1t would never do to pass the hos
pital without a 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 we'll
The man stopped, almost spent. He
gave an offhanded sailors salute.
Haul away, sirr' 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 labby crea lures, human jellyfsh.
The steamboats, snOrted with raucOuS
siren blasts, and although the hoarse
shouting of men and the Whistling of
steam were swept into space by the
north wind in its rage, those on shore
could read the riddle through their
| glasses OF the retreating boat and the
white vapor puffs.
The first to grasp Stanhopes hand
when he swung himself onto the deck
of the tender was Mr.. Cyrus J. Trail.
well done, my lad.' he cried bro
kenly. 81 thought it was all up witt
you. Did you see herr"
yes but only for a second"
"You thought it best not to joir
them?"
You know that l would gladly 81
now and attempt it. But l dared no
refuse the better way. l can't tell yol
what happened. Something stilled TIT
sea like magic Look at it now
Assuredly the waves were breaking
again around the pillar with all thei
wonted ferocty. but one among thu
Trinity house officers noticed a smooth
oily patch floating past the vessel.
"By Jove.'' he shouted. "Brant
helped you at the right moment. H
threw some gallons of COLA over
board
Trail, bronzed. spare, elderly man
tall and straight, with eyes set dee]
beneath heavy eyebrows, went to jim
Spence and Ben Pollard where the,
were helping to sling the Daisy up t
the davits
81 said five hundred between you,
he briefly announced. eff the rop
holds and the three people l am inter
ested in reach the shore alive l vii
make it five hundred apiece"
Ben Pollard's mahogany face becam
several inches wider and remained s
permanently, his friends thought, bu
Jim Spence only grinned.
You don't know the cap'n, sir. He1
save every mothers son-an' daughte
too-now he hes line aboard
Then the ex-sailor, chosen with Be
from among dozens Of volunteers ON
ing to his close acquaintance with th
reef. bethought him.
You're treatin' Ben an me magni1
icent. sir" he said. but the chief cred
is due to Mr.. Stanhope We on'y obey
ed orders
The millionaire laughed like boy.
Il have not forgotten Mr.. StanhoDe,
he said. L am sure your confidence
Mr.. Brand will be justified You waite
me smile when l ante up your share"
On board the tug and on the CALLER
of the lighthouse there was no time fc
talk. The vessel with the most skillfl
handling. might remain where she wa
for about four hours. She was alread
more than hundred fathoms With
; the dangerous area marked By Ii
buoy. and there was much to be dor
in the time
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