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Off to the sea

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Off to the sea
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Shaw, C
Petnerick, H ( Engraver )
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30, [2] p. : ill. ; 25 cm.

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Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Sailors -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Sailing -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Shipwrecks -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Voyages and travels -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Islands -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Friendship -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Letters -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Family -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Advertisements -- 1893 ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1893
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Illustrations engraved by H. Petnerick.
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Advertisements for pills, potions and food supplements precedes and follows text and on endpapers and back cover.
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by C. Shaw.

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of the wind far away from her proper course.
Though the captain knew that his ship was being hurried to. the sands,

and must break to pieces there, ata though he made every effort to save her,
it was of no avail; the wind and the waves were too strong.
There were sailors pacing up and down the shore a i few miles off, with
the cold wind and rain beating in their taces.
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A SHIP ON THE SANDS.

“A bad night,” said one of them, as he stood with his sou’wester on,
trying not to think that he was wet and uncomfortable.

«A very bad night,” echoed another gruff voice. “ I doubt if that
brig that we saw over there will keep off the sands. But it’s too thick to

sce a hundred yards ahead, that it is.”



They were quite right in
their surmises; for after a
while, as they walked to
and fro on the streaming
sea-wall, where the rain
poured down and the water
splashed up in sheets of
spray, there was heard above
the noise of the storm a
sound which thrilled even
those sturdy sailors.

A boom from those far-
off sands! Again and again
it fell on the ear, now louder,
now fainter, as the wind
varied in violence.

Then there was a hurry
of preparation, a rush of

men to the beach, and soon,









but none too soon, the life-

boat was on its way to save the men on that sinking ship. :
The sound of the guns, and the rumour of the lifeboat having started,

soon spread through the town, and one and another came down to the beach

to hear for themselves all there was to hear.

The sailors .knew all about it, but to any stranger the short answer

was, “A ship on the sands.”



A NEW DAY.

“Will she get off?”
*Tmpossible to say.” .
“ Will the lifeboat get there in time?”

“Perhaps it will; it weren’t long in starting, anyways.”

So the stranger had to wait and watch too, while the darkness fell,

hiding sea and land alike.

“No moon to-night,” said
the stranger again.

* Not up yet} and too
thick besides; but by-and-by
she’ll be out—and then what
will she shine down on?”
concluded the sailor as if to
himself,

And what she did shine

down on when at last the







storm abated a little, was a
boat filled with men who had

been perishing, but were now











saved !

And she shone down on
gaunt timbers and spars of a
forsaken vessel, lying on the
treacherous sands, which begin

to gleam and shine in its still







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more and more bare.

When morning dawned, a little girl sat at her window looking out on

the same scene, all sunshiny and beautiful now.

“IT wonder whether they will come,” she said to herself.

“T wonder

whether my letter is getting there just now. Let me see, seven o’clock; no,

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they will get it. ILlow glad I am mothcr let me write that letter! I think
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Al TUE WALL.

Birdie was glad, too, for he sang me a lovely song while I was doing it.
How surprised mother was when I brought it down with me to breakfast,
all ready directed and stamped! But I could not wait a minute, after onco
mother had said, ‘ You may write to-morrow.’ Of course I could not, for who
could know that five or six cousins “were going to be invited, and not be in

a hurry!”



































































































































Yes, Rose’s letter had reached: as the clock was on the stroke of half-
past seven, just as the prayer bell was going to ring, the postman’s knock:
was heard, and Christabel; the eldest girl, ran to the door.

“ There’s one for you, miss,” said the man, who knew all the children by

sight, “and I daresay you'll be pleased with it!”

5



OUT OF DOORS.

Christabel smiled at his little joke, and ran back to her mother. “ From
Beachington,” she said eagerly. “Must I wait till after prayers to open it,
mother? I do long to know what Rose has to say!”

“Yes, my dear,” said her mother; “a few minutes will make no dif-
ference. You know we always do.”

The shadows were still long on
the dewy grass when Christabel
stood under the verandah and opened
her letter.

_“ Mother!” she exclaimed, when
her eyes fell upon the first few lines,

*“eome and look here.”



Her mother came to the window,
and looked over her shoulder. This was what she saw :

“My prar CaristanEL,—

“Mother says I may write to-day to ask you all to come down to
Beachington for a month. She hopes Uncle and Aunt will say ‘yes’ for
all of you, and come, too, themselves; because we can’t be so happy without
our parents, can we? At least, Harry and I and Lena always miss dear
father, since two years ago, especially if we have anything extra to enjoy.

And this is very extra, is it not?—your all coming down

to spend a whole month with us? Hey
“T hope that I have written it—I mean the invitation (2 v

—as I ought; but if you knew how pleased we all are,
you would not wonder that I cannot write properly.
“J remain, your loving Cousin,
“Ross.”
“ Pleased 2? echoed Christabel’s brother, when after
breakfast they all went into the garden to let their

parents talk the matter over. “Pleased! I believe I



shall jump out of my skin if father says yes.”
6



A TALK. ;

“Well, I don’t see that that would be of much use to any one,” said
Christabel; “so do come, Alf, and sit down like a sensible boy! Look
there, I can see a shady place under the trees, where we can talk in peace
and quietness.” |

* Will they let us go?”
said Alf, throwing himself
on his back, so as to rest
himself as fully as possible.

“TI do not know; but
mother says I shall write
to-day, and send the answer
‘to it.”

“J don’t care a fig
about that,” said Alf; ** writ-





ing isn’t the fun, it’s going
that is of consequence.”

“Of course it is; but
I shall enjoy telling the
news, if it’s good. I shall
let mother write, if it isn’t.”

“You're very kind, I’m
sure.” a

“She said so,—but
anyway, I do not believe
it will be bad, for father
said when he heard the

letter, ‘There’s a treat!’



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and he would not have said that if he had been going to say no.”

“T shall have to get out my swimming-belt and look it over.”

‘And I shall have to look for our bathing-dresses! I wish now that I
had taken mother’s advice last year, and mended it before mine was put away.”

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ADVICE.

“You never do take advice,” said Alf.
“Oh; don’t say ‘never’!

“You never take my- advice, anyway.”

“You give such strong advice, Alf; you almost
force a body to say as you wish,”

« Well—— ?” :

“T do not call that advice, entire force;

and force I don’t approve of, between brothers and



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sisters.’

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“Well,” said Alf, raising himself to a sitting posture, “I did not come
out here to get into a dispute, so I'll go indoors.”

Oly domateles

“ Then ‘be sensible, Christabel. If Tm masterful, I’ll try to do better; -
and if you’re conceited —— ” , | a

He looked at her quizzically, and before she could answer gently, as she
had intended, “Tl try to do better,” he had added,—

“TIT take it out of you, if I can!”

“Oh, Alf!” ske said, looking hurt.

“Make up, then,’ he answered, “and tell me what you want to see at
Beachington more than anything else.” |
Christabel decided that it was too good a
day to quarrel, and looked up with a smile of
peace. Her mind went swiftly to the cliffs and
blue sea; she pictured the boats, the fishermen,
the nets, and by the time she had made up her .
mind what she did want to see, she came to
the conclusion that squabbling did not pay.

“Well,” said. Alf, “what would you like
to do best?”

















































































































































































































































































































































































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LATE.

“That is supposing that
mother lets us go?”

“Qf course.”

“And I should like to be
going out for a sail at this very
moment! Oh, won’t it be jolly!”

The next morning a letter
did travel to -Beachington, and
the old postman brought it to
the door as Christabel had sur-
mised. |

But Rose did not take it in, for she had overslept herself. So when she
opened her eyes, the first thing they fell upon was something white lying on
the chair by her bedside.

“ Here it is!” she exclaimed. ‘ But who put it here? and whatever time



can it be, for the post to have come, and for me to be in bed?”
She took it up, as people do who long to know the contents of a letter,
and yet somehow enjoy to play with their impatience.
She looked at the address ; yes, it was for her. She turned it over, and
found it was her cousin’s usual postmark from the Hall, where they lived, a
few miles from London.

Then at last she tore it open. It ran,—
‘* Dearest Rosz,—

“Tm too happy to write, but mother will to aunt, and she says
that we may! If you can make out what I mean, you will be clever, for
I cannot make head or tail of that sentence myself.

©] mean, in sober language, that a are
coming |
* Your loving

*¢ CHRISTABEL.””



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FROM THE WINDOW.




net; the sailors in their boat seen against the sunshiny sea,
all this at another time she



like a chasing on a silver shield;
would have delighted in, but to-day her refrain was: “ Christabel
is coming! Oh, how glad I am! Christabel is coming!”

She hastened to dress. herself, and went down to make
her apologies to her mother.

“JT stayed awake so long last night thinking about them,
mother, that I never heard a sound of Lena’s calling me, or anything,” was
her excuse.

«There is a time for everything,” said her mother gently, “and by
your lateness you have made four people somewhat uncomfortable.”

4*Oh mother, how?”

“First, your mother, who had to breakfast
















without her dear daughter, who usually waits
on her. Second, your brother, who missed a
certain cheerful girl. Third, your little sister,
who had no one to brush out her hair for
her, or help her to dress.”

‘* But who is the fourth ?P’’ broke in Rose,
who was smiling into her mother’s half-smiling

eyes, “I don’t see who the fourth was.”



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“Do you not? Then I will go on with es
my catalogue. Fourth, yourself; for you yr
lost the pleasure of being acom- _—" _>pAv4

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fort to us, and of sharing —~ >.
your news, which you-—~ , eile

we “f KE a, i g A of f
had all to yourself, up WAL, | Mee Boe

in your room.”



“TELL MOTHER WHERE WE ARK.

“Dear mother!” said Rose, throwing her arms round her neck, “I am
eo sorry. I do wish I did get up better.”

“Wishes are poor affairs when they are not acted upon,” said her
mother. ‘“ But now, my dear, we will say no more. about it, but hasten to
| do the next -duty that comes
to our hands.”

“Have you heard when
they come, mother?” asked
Rose, “because they do not
say in my letter.”

** Next week.”

A long week! — Only
shortened to Rose by her



















. preparations for her cousins’











comfort: for it needed a great

deal of management to pack

them all into the little house

in which her widowed mother

lived. é

At last all was done, and

the eventful day dawned. “I

shall take my work out on

the cliff,” she said to Harry,

* “and you run back and tell

mother that we are going to



) watch for the steamer there.”
Meanwhile, at the station near to Christabel’s home a great many good-

byes were being said.
Though their father hoped to follow them to Beachington on the next

Saturday, still the children felt such regret that he could not share their

pleasure that very day, that the farewells were as tender as if they were for

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a much longer separation than for three whole days. At last they were all

seated in the carriage, and their father had arranged their many packages

to the best advantage. The carpet-bag, which had been stuffed full of odds
13



GOOD-LYL !

and ends up to the last moment, was placed for their mother’s footstool;
the basket with biscuits and fruit was given into Christabel’s charge; thé
umbrellas were laid in the netting; and then came the ticket collector, to
see if all in that carriage were really bound for the proper place.

“Tm going to Beach-
ington,” said Greta
proudly, “and so are the
rest.”

The man smiled at the



happy faces, as he an-
swered, “‘ Change at Ports-
mouth, ma’am, for the
steamer. Nice day, ma’am, .
but rather: rough.”

With that he went off,
and the children set them-

ZLZEL

WLLL

AL,



Yor

selves to wonder how he
could possibly know that
the sea was rough? But
their mother reminded them
that he might have heard
from some one who had
already come from Beach-

ington that day; or by





telegraph ; and while they



were considering this, the





train began slowly to move,

and they had only time to wave a hasty good-bye to their father, before he
was hidden from their sight, and they felt they were off.

By-and-by they reached the end of the first stage of their journey, and

felt the fresh air of the sea blow across their faces; for this was the place
lt



A NEAR VIEW.

from which they were to



proceed on the boat.

Directly they stepped
from the carriage, the wind
| blew the girls’ dresses hither
- and thither; while, if the
boys had not held on their
hats, they would have been

blown right into the sea.
Rough! that it was!
Their mother looked with
dismay at the rocking
steamer, and wondered that
with so bright a sky the
sea could
be so
boister-

ous.



As to the young people, they were in the highest
spirits, and every wave that came splashing over the side
of the boat only increased their glee. There was perfect
fascination in watching them. But when a very large
one nearly drenched some of them, they thought “ dis-
cretion was the better part of valour,” and retired to a
part of the steamer where they could see without being
made uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, at Beachington a tiny black speck was

to be seen from the cliff, with a tail of smoke which



reached all along the horizon.

To



SHRIMPING.

Harry and his sister sat long
and watched the tiny speck in-
creasing, till at length Rose jumped
up, exclaiming,—

“Harry! there’s mother clap-
ping for us, [ do believe; I wonder
what it is?”

She caught up her work, and,

followed by her brother, quickly ran



across the breezy bit of grass which

separated the shore from their house, and soon stood breathless at the
window where their mother sat working.

“Did you call us mother?” asked Rose. oe

“Yes, my dear. Lena went on the beach with her shrimping-net when
you went to the cliff; I should like Ilarry to run down to find her. . Tip
went with her, but I cannot even see him.” . |

“Are you afraid about her, mother?” asked’ Harry. ** She is so used to
it, that ——” |

“ No, not exactly afraid; but if she is not home very soon, she will miss
‘seelng them arrive. he steamer will be in at Beachdowns in a very short
time, and a fly will bring them here before she
has time to get home, unless you find her at once.

Almost before the words were out of his
mother’s mouth, Harry was off to the shore,
and soon discovered his little sister deeply en-
gaged in rifling the recesses of a particularly
rich pool. Her basket was by her side, and
on his telling her what their mother had said,

she quickly put in the few shrimps from her



net, and accepting the offer of a ride on her

brother’s back, was speedily carried homewards, Ilarry looking eagerly along
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the water to see if the steamer had yet turned into the harbour at Beachdowns.
Ww



A MHRRY PARTY.

They were, however, home in plenty of time. Lena could change her
dress and stand at the gate, the picture of a little country girl, smiling a
bright welcome when the fly from Beachdowns drew up at their gate at last.

Out of it stepped her aunt and two small cousins, one of whom was
supposed to be Lena’s own

especial cousin, Irene by

Se a

name; the rest had pre-
ferred to walk the two
miles, for they could not
lose one single moment at
the seaside for anybody!
At length all had ar-
rived ; Rose took Christabel

up to her own sweet bed-















room, with its view of the
peaceful sea, and introduced
her to it with shy pleasure.

The Cranbournes had

never seen Beachington

SSS S=

before, as their aunt had

come there after their

SS

SS

uncle’s death, and they had

SS
SENS
SSS

never visited her since.

<=

A merry party gathered

=

round the tea-table. Rolling

steamers and bustling sta-



tions were forgotten, by all
the young people at anyrate, and home-made bread and Lena’s freshly boiled
shrimps seemed the very nicest things that could be.

If Mrs. Cranbourne could not but remember the fatigues of her packing

up and journey, she said nothing of them at- the time, but sipped her tea
18



BEFORE BEDTIME.

and watched the happy faces,
trying to forget her headache in
the general joy.

After tea Alf came round to
his mother’s side and whispered;
and then, after a moment’s con-
sideration, she said to her sister,—

** Would you think it too late
for them to have a run on the
cliff before they go to bed ?”

Mrs. Forde gave a_ ready



assent, for Rose and Harry had



already told her that they were
sure their cousins would not be satisfied to go to bed without running to
the beach to breathe in a real taste of the sea.
| It did not need more than a word, before all the young people had
risen from their seats, and were searching for hats and shawls in hot haste.
While the hubbub was still at its highest in the hall, the door opened,
and a quick; gentle step crossed the room. | -
Mrs. Cranbourne looked up as Christabel bent
eagerly and whispered: “You must not unpack _
while we are gone! If you want to do that, Dll
stay; I would not have you do it alone for anything!”
Her mother smiled as she answered: “I will
wait for you then, my dear, at any rate for all the
boxes except the one containing the things for the
night. Those I can easily take out, so as to be
ready for the little ones when they come in. They
will all be tired.”
Christabel was satisfied, and hastened off after

the rest, who were already, like impatient horses,
19





£ROM THE CLIFF.

stamping about on the lawn in front of the house; Archie having untied -
his spade and pail from the bundle, so as to begin digging ag soon as
possible.

«Where shall we go?” they burst forth, looking to Harry for the answer
“Which way is it P”
They had turned in-

stinctively towards the blue







line that was just visible







from their aunt’s garden,



















with its white sails ‘flitting



































past.











































“This way,” said











Harry; “will you go on
the cliff or on the shore?”

‘The shore for me,”
said Alf; “for I like to help
the fishermen push off their
boats.”

S250 moun ee sn emmns aC)
Archie, “I think that’s. the
greatest fun of all.”



This was such a very
common event to Harry,
that, as he led the way
rapidly towards the beach,

ES



5 at
3 HPsritRcs

, he called to his panting
companions, “ There’s to be a yacht race next week! It’s jolly fun seeing
that.” :

“Ts it?” asked Alf.

“Yes; Rose and I fix on a yacht that we call ours, and watch its

success or failure from our post on the cliff.”
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The others net having seen such a race, wondered what it would be

21





A PLUNGE.

like, but at this moment they came to the rocky path which led down to the
beach, and all were too delighted at what they saw to pursue the conversation.
As they passed by some cottages, a young fisherman, whom they knew,
ran out of his door laughing heartily.
“What's the matter, Bob?” asked Harry.
“Did you ever see the like, Master Harry?” said Bob. “I’ve had such
a lark! I told Jeanie just

now there was a fine gentle-













man a-coming to call on her;

and would you believe it, when



I showed him in at the door,
she didn’t like him, nor give
him the welcome I expected.”

He held in his hand a
large crab, while his young
wife, smiling and rosy, came
outside too, to have a talk
with them.

“Are you going to bathe
to-morrow, Miss Rose?” she

asked.
“T do not know, Jeanie ;

is it your turn to be in the
water?” °

“No, it’s mother to-



morrow,” said Jeanie; “but
if you young ladies are coming down, I’ll ask her to change with me.”

‘Oh, no,’? answered Rose; “we shall have you another day, and your
old mother is very kind! I’ve been telling Greta that she will not mind the
water one bit after the first plunge.”

“You're quite right, miss. Now Bob, be quiet! I hate those crabs,

22



A SCRAMBLE.

and you know it; if you don’t keep quiet, I won’t boil them for you,—there,
that I won’t!”

She ran in laughing, and Bob, not afraid of the threat, trudged down
over the shingle to pull his boat up out of the reach of the rising waves.

The next morning bathing was the first treat, and the children enjoyed
it to the full, The sea had |
become calm, and now only
rippled in on the sands
which fringed the shingle
at low tide.

In the afternoon they
sat in a shady nook in
their aunt’s garden, while
she and their mother read
to them; and after an
early tea they went for a
scramble on the rocks, till
the darkness warned them
to turn homewards.

A merry party they
were! Up as early as they
were allowed, scampering
down to the beach to pick |

up the fresh seaweed and

SS oP Ms
erty Nd



tiny shells left by the re-
treating tide. Did ever air smell so fresh as that morning air? Did ever
sand look so sparkling as those even stretches with the sun glittering on
every sharp-cut grain, like a row of diamonds ?

' But sunshine does not last always; and storm and cloud have to remind
us that days of darkness must come, and it is as well to be prepared for them.

After a few stormy days, in which the children’s patience was taxed to
93



A STORM.

the utmost by being kept indoors nearly the whole time, Harry and Alf
said they should brave the weather and go out. Their mothers made no
objection, for Harry always did go out in all weathers, and Alf thought
nothing could hurt him. :

They were well rewarded, for after they had been on the beach for an hour

or two, Bob came running



up to them, excitedly,—

“Master Harry,” he
exclaimed, “ there’s a ship
on the sands again, and
the Beachdown lifeboat
is going off. There! don’t
you see those dark spots
over on the beach yonder,
like a lot of black ants,
that’s the lifeboat and
her crew! They'll be off
in & moment.”

But though Bob was
much more interested in
the lifeboat than in any-
thing else, the boys could
not help looking towards

the wreck, which was





very near; for to them





it was an awful sight.

As they stood eagerly straining their eyes, to see as much as possible
between the clouds and rain which the wind was driving hither and thither,
a good many from the fishing village began to assemble on the beach, and
low-toned surmises were passed from one to another.

“Do you think there is any one on board?” asked Alf of Bob.
24



TO THE RESCUE.

= Oh, dear ! yes, sir! Can’t you see them clinging to the rigging? It’s
a sad sight, sir, and her to go to pieces before the lifeboat can come up,
may-be.” .

“Will she not be there in time?” asked Harry. .

“Well, sir, as you know, it’s a long pull from Beachdowns over to this





























sandbank, and











































































































































































































































we can’t keep













































































































































































































up a lifeboat





















































































































































































































































here.”
Welt yer es
asked Alf.
“It ‘costs

too much, sir,



































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































for a small



place like
Beachington.”
c Whats 7a
pity!” said
Alf, whose
eyes had never

moved from



the vessel,

which could











hardly be seen























































































in the fading



light, hidden as it often was by the driving rain and mist.
Beachdowns was growing indistinct, only now to be guessed at by some
little lights which here and there twinkled out from the growing darkness.
“She'll be along directly,” said Bob, after they had watched in silence
for what seemed to Alf a very long time. “ Let’s give ’em a cheer, boys!”
It was too dark to see anything, but as the cheer from the sailors on

ON
we



SAVED!

shore rang out, in the pause of the wind, a moment after, came a hearty

response of eight or ten deep-toned voices, at which the watchers standing

round felt their throats swell, and a mist come before their eyes.

“They’re close to them,” said Bob, “and the poor fellows on the

wreck will have heard that cheer plainer than we did.”



Still they waited, almost
unconscious of the driving
wind and rain, till after what
seemed to the inexperienced
a very, very long time, they
heard another sound of cheer-
ing, repeated again and again,
till it died away in the dis-
tance, as the lifeboat with its
precious freight got farther
away from Beachington and
nearer to Beachdowns.

The next morning, Alf,
too excited to sleep, was out
on the cliffs before a soul was
stirring in the village, and as
he stood gazing on the wreck,
now almost covered by the
water, a sailor joined him.

“Do you think they all
got off?” asked Alf; for to him

this was the great question.

‘Every man of them, as I’ve heard, sir; every man on board.”

“Tm so glad!” exclaimed the boy fervently.

“Ah! the joy of saving life is a great joy! I don’t know nothing

like it, sir,—neither in things of this life, nor the next.”

26



“The next?” echoed Alf, for he hardly understood the sailors rapid speech.

* Aye, the next. This life

“Oh, I know that,” said Alf.

face. ‘Now that’s not a wish

gentleman would have made. There is a next life, and the longer we live

in this one, the more we find
that we poor sinners are like the
men on yonder sinking ship.
We’re going down, and down,
and down, and there isn’t a bit
of hope for us, overtaken as we
have been by the waves of our
sins, if the Lifeboat don’t come
and save us !—that there isn’t.”

Alf listened; his mind went
back to the storm of last night,
to the perishing men on the
wreck, to the battling lifeboat
coming nearer and nearer, to
the cheers of joy which rent
the air when the lifeboat had
done its work. Then the sailor’s
voice broke the stillness again,
and seemed to come like an

echo to his thoughts:

“'There’s no Lifeboat but Jesus for perishing men!
There’s no peace till we know

being in Him, when the storms

for a certainty that He’s our Lifeboat, our Safety, owr Saviour, owr everything!”
Alf was left to think of all he bad said.
they all went out for a row, to try to get

The man turned away, and

When, that next afternoon,

A FORGET,

ain’t going to last always, young sir!”

“T think that—— I wish it were!”
“Do you?” said the sailor earnestly, looking down in the boy’s fresh
as I should have thought a sensible young













of life come.

27

There’s no safety but



oe DOING “TILE NEXT THING.”

a near view of the wreck, he felt very glad he had had that talk with the

kind sailor; for they had not long started, when Rose exclaimed: “I say,

oad



Harry, this boat’s dreadfully wet at the bottom; my shoes

The rest looked down,
and what was their dismay
to see the water, which was
swishing about at the
bottom, rising and rising;
creeping up, moment by mo-
ment, with terrible rapidity.

“What can it be?”
asked Christabel, turning
white.

But Harry was com-
manding Alfin quick tones to

turn towards shore and row



for their lives; while Rose
was crouching down in the bottom of the boat, stuf-
fing her handkerchief with all her might into the
hole from which the cork had somehow been left out.

That little piece of presence of mind probably
saved the whole party. But as Alf sat, straining
every power to reach the shore, he was very glad
that for his own part that great question had been
settled that morning; that he really had committed
his soul’s keeping to Him who said: “The Son of
Man is come to seek and to save that which was lost.”

The next week was all sunshine and pleasure. Picnics and beach-teas
were the order of the day, and each day saw some fresh excursion.

A mile or two from Beachington there was a little bay full of rocks and

picturesque caves. One solitary fisherman’s cottage was perched on a green
28













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a

ao
5

SOUND FROM TUE SEA.

A

























































ledge formed by an old landslip; and here a sailor boy, sitting baskin

29



Jol TN)



TIME.

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from among the rocks below.

The tide was nearly up, and
long ago he had watched the party
of children from Beachington,
wending their way round the
corner of the Head. Was one of
them left behind ?

He put down his boat and
hurried to the edge of their little
garden, looking eagerly over the
broken stones. After a minute he
saw a white little face belonging
to a venturesome little girl whom
he had heard them calling Irene!

It did not take him long to
call his father to get a ladder,
for the child was separated from

the shore by a wide channel, mto which the sea flowed deep and strong.

Not a moment was to be lost; but as soon as he saw his father bearing the

little girl safely towards the cottage, he took théir donkey and galloped off

to tell her friends of her safety.

The fact was the children, never dreaming that they were leaving their

little sister asleep under a rock, wandered
home in twos and threes, supposing that
Irene was on in front. .
How glad they were that the sailor
boy had heeded that poor little ery of
distress! Else the play by the sea would
have ended very differently from what it
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of the wind far away from her proper course.
Though the captain knew that his ship was being hurried to. the sands,

and must break to pieces there, ata though he made every effort to save her,
it was of no avail; the wind and the waves were too strong.
There were sailors pacing up and down the shore a i few miles off, with
the cold wind and rain beating in their taces.
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A SHIP ON THE SANDS.

“A bad night,” said one of them, as he stood with his sou’wester on,
trying not to think that he was wet and uncomfortable.

«A very bad night,” echoed another gruff voice. “ I doubt if that
brig that we saw over there will keep off the sands. But it’s too thick to

sce a hundred yards ahead, that it is.”



They were quite right in
their surmises; for after a
while, as they walked to
and fro on the streaming
sea-wall, where the rain
poured down and the water
splashed up in sheets of
spray, there was heard above
the noise of the storm a
sound which thrilled even
those sturdy sailors.

A boom from those far-
off sands! Again and again
it fell on the ear, now louder,
now fainter, as the wind
varied in violence.

Then there was a hurry
of preparation, a rush of

men to the beach, and soon,









but none too soon, the life-

boat was on its way to save the men on that sinking ship. :
The sound of the guns, and the rumour of the lifeboat having started,

soon spread through the town, and one and another came down to the beach

to hear for themselves all there was to hear.

The sailors .knew all about it, but to any stranger the short answer

was, “A ship on the sands.”
A NEW DAY.

“Will she get off?”
*Tmpossible to say.” .
“ Will the lifeboat get there in time?”

“Perhaps it will; it weren’t long in starting, anyways.”

So the stranger had to wait and watch too, while the darkness fell,

hiding sea and land alike.

“No moon to-night,” said
the stranger again.

* Not up yet} and too
thick besides; but by-and-by
she’ll be out—and then what
will she shine down on?”
concluded the sailor as if to
himself,

And what she did shine

down on when at last the







storm abated a little, was a
boat filled with men who had

been perishing, but were now











saved !

And she shone down on
gaunt timbers and spars of a
forsaken vessel, lying on the
treacherous sands, which begin

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more and more bare.

When morning dawned, a little girl sat at her window looking out on

the same scene, all sunshiny and beautiful now.

“IT wonder whether they will come,” she said to herself.

“T wonder

whether my letter is getting there just now. Let me see, seven o’clock; no,

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they will get it. ILlow glad I am mothcr let me write that letter! I think
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Birdie was glad, too, for he sang me a lovely song while I was doing it.
How surprised mother was when I brought it down with me to breakfast,
all ready directed and stamped! But I could not wait a minute, after onco
mother had said, ‘ You may write to-morrow.’ Of course I could not, for who
could know that five or six cousins “were going to be invited, and not be in

a hurry!”



































































































































Yes, Rose’s letter had reached: as the clock was on the stroke of half-
past seven, just as the prayer bell was going to ring, the postman’s knock:
was heard, and Christabel; the eldest girl, ran to the door.

“ There’s one for you, miss,” said the man, who knew all the children by

sight, “and I daresay you'll be pleased with it!”

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OUT OF DOORS.

Christabel smiled at his little joke, and ran back to her mother. “ From
Beachington,” she said eagerly. “Must I wait till after prayers to open it,
mother? I do long to know what Rose has to say!”

“Yes, my dear,” said her mother; “a few minutes will make no dif-
ference. You know we always do.”

The shadows were still long on
the dewy grass when Christabel
stood under the verandah and opened
her letter.

_“ Mother!” she exclaimed, when
her eyes fell upon the first few lines,

*“eome and look here.”



Her mother came to the window,
and looked over her shoulder. This was what she saw :

“My prar CaristanEL,—

“Mother says I may write to-day to ask you all to come down to
Beachington for a month. She hopes Uncle and Aunt will say ‘yes’ for
all of you, and come, too, themselves; because we can’t be so happy without
our parents, can we? At least, Harry and I and Lena always miss dear
father, since two years ago, especially if we have anything extra to enjoy.

And this is very extra, is it not?—your all coming down

to spend a whole month with us? Hey
“T hope that I have written it—I mean the invitation (2 v

—as I ought; but if you knew how pleased we all are,
you would not wonder that I cannot write properly.
“J remain, your loving Cousin,
“Ross.”
“ Pleased 2? echoed Christabel’s brother, when after
breakfast they all went into the garden to let their

parents talk the matter over. “Pleased! I believe I



shall jump out of my skin if father says yes.”
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A TALK. ;

“Well, I don’t see that that would be of much use to any one,” said
Christabel; “so do come, Alf, and sit down like a sensible boy! Look
there, I can see a shady place under the trees, where we can talk in peace
and quietness.” |

* Will they let us go?”
said Alf, throwing himself
on his back, so as to rest
himself as fully as possible.

“TI do not know; but
mother says I shall write
to-day, and send the answer
‘to it.”

“J don’t care a fig
about that,” said Alf; ** writ-





ing isn’t the fun, it’s going
that is of consequence.”

“Of course it is; but
I shall enjoy telling the
news, if it’s good. I shall
let mother write, if it isn’t.”

“You're very kind, I’m
sure.” a

“She said so,—but
anyway, I do not believe
it will be bad, for father
said when he heard the

letter, ‘There’s a treat!’



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and he would not have said that if he had been going to say no.”

“T shall have to get out my swimming-belt and look it over.”

‘And I shall have to look for our bathing-dresses! I wish now that I
had taken mother’s advice last year, and mended it before mine was put away.”

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ADVICE.

“You never do take advice,” said Alf.
“Oh; don’t say ‘never’!

“You never take my- advice, anyway.”

“You give such strong advice, Alf; you almost
force a body to say as you wish,”

« Well—— ?” :

“T do not call that advice, entire force;

and force I don’t approve of, between brothers and



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“Well,” said Alf, raising himself to a sitting posture, “I did not come
out here to get into a dispute, so I'll go indoors.”

Oly domateles

“ Then ‘be sensible, Christabel. If Tm masterful, I’ll try to do better; -
and if you’re conceited —— ” , | a

He looked at her quizzically, and before she could answer gently, as she
had intended, “Tl try to do better,” he had added,—

“TIT take it out of you, if I can!”

“Oh, Alf!” ske said, looking hurt.

“Make up, then,’ he answered, “and tell me what you want to see at
Beachington more than anything else.” |
Christabel decided that it was too good a
day to quarrel, and looked up with a smile of
peace. Her mind went swiftly to the cliffs and
blue sea; she pictured the boats, the fishermen,
the nets, and by the time she had made up her .
mind what she did want to see, she came to
the conclusion that squabbling did not pay.

“Well,” said. Alf, “what would you like
to do best?”














































































































































































































































































































































































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LATE.

“That is supposing that
mother lets us go?”

“Qf course.”

“And I should like to be
going out for a sail at this very
moment! Oh, won’t it be jolly!”

The next morning a letter
did travel to -Beachington, and
the old postman brought it to
the door as Christabel had sur-
mised. |

But Rose did not take it in, for she had overslept herself. So when she
opened her eyes, the first thing they fell upon was something white lying on
the chair by her bedside.

“ Here it is!” she exclaimed. ‘ But who put it here? and whatever time



can it be, for the post to have come, and for me to be in bed?”
She took it up, as people do who long to know the contents of a letter,
and yet somehow enjoy to play with their impatience.
She looked at the address ; yes, it was for her. She turned it over, and
found it was her cousin’s usual postmark from the Hall, where they lived, a
few miles from London.

Then at last she tore it open. It ran,—
‘* Dearest Rosz,—

“Tm too happy to write, but mother will to aunt, and she says
that we may! If you can make out what I mean, you will be clever, for
I cannot make head or tail of that sentence myself.

©] mean, in sober language, that a are
coming |
* Your loving

*¢ CHRISTABEL.””



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FROM THE WINDOW.




net; the sailors in their boat seen against the sunshiny sea,
all this at another time she



like a chasing on a silver shield;
would have delighted in, but to-day her refrain was: “ Christabel
is coming! Oh, how glad I am! Christabel is coming!”

She hastened to dress. herself, and went down to make
her apologies to her mother.

“JT stayed awake so long last night thinking about them,
mother, that I never heard a sound of Lena’s calling me, or anything,” was
her excuse.

«There is a time for everything,” said her mother gently, “and by
your lateness you have made four people somewhat uncomfortable.”

4*Oh mother, how?”

“First, your mother, who had to breakfast
















without her dear daughter, who usually waits
on her. Second, your brother, who missed a
certain cheerful girl. Third, your little sister,
who had no one to brush out her hair for
her, or help her to dress.”

‘* But who is the fourth ?P’’ broke in Rose,
who was smiling into her mother’s half-smiling

eyes, “I don’t see who the fourth was.”



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“Do you not? Then I will go on with es
my catalogue. Fourth, yourself; for you yr
lost the pleasure of being acom- _—" _>pAv4

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fort to us, and of sharing —~ >.
your news, which you-—~ , eile

we “f KE a, i g A of f
had all to yourself, up WAL, | Mee Boe

in your room.”
“TELL MOTHER WHERE WE ARK.

“Dear mother!” said Rose, throwing her arms round her neck, “I am
eo sorry. I do wish I did get up better.”

“Wishes are poor affairs when they are not acted upon,” said her
mother. ‘“ But now, my dear, we will say no more. about it, but hasten to
| do the next -duty that comes
to our hands.”

“Have you heard when
they come, mother?” asked
Rose, “because they do not
say in my letter.”

** Next week.”

A long week! — Only
shortened to Rose by her



















. preparations for her cousins’











comfort: for it needed a great

deal of management to pack

them all into the little house

in which her widowed mother

lived. é

At last all was done, and

the eventful day dawned. “I

shall take my work out on

the cliff,” she said to Harry,

* “and you run back and tell

mother that we are going to



) watch for the steamer there.”
Meanwhile, at the station near to Christabel’s home a great many good-

byes were being said.
Though their father hoped to follow them to Beachington on the next

Saturday, still the children felt such regret that he could not share their

pleasure that very day, that the farewells were as tender as if they were for

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a much longer separation than for three whole days. At last they were all

seated in the carriage, and their father had arranged their many packages

to the best advantage. The carpet-bag, which had been stuffed full of odds
13
GOOD-LYL !

and ends up to the last moment, was placed for their mother’s footstool;
the basket with biscuits and fruit was given into Christabel’s charge; thé
umbrellas were laid in the netting; and then came the ticket collector, to
see if all in that carriage were really bound for the proper place.

“Tm going to Beach-
ington,” said Greta
proudly, “and so are the
rest.”

The man smiled at the



happy faces, as he an-
swered, “‘ Change at Ports-
mouth, ma’am, for the
steamer. Nice day, ma’am, .
but rather: rough.”

With that he went off,
and the children set them-

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selves to wonder how he
could possibly know that
the sea was rough? But
their mother reminded them
that he might have heard
from some one who had
already come from Beach-

ington that day; or by





telegraph ; and while they



were considering this, the





train began slowly to move,

and they had only time to wave a hasty good-bye to their father, before he
was hidden from their sight, and they felt they were off.

By-and-by they reached the end of the first stage of their journey, and

felt the fresh air of the sea blow across their faces; for this was the place
lt
A NEAR VIEW.

from which they were to



proceed on the boat.

Directly they stepped
from the carriage, the wind
| blew the girls’ dresses hither
- and thither; while, if the
boys had not held on their
hats, they would have been

blown right into the sea.
Rough! that it was!
Their mother looked with
dismay at the rocking
steamer, and wondered that
with so bright a sky the
sea could
be so
boister-

ous.



As to the young people, they were in the highest
spirits, and every wave that came splashing over the side
of the boat only increased their glee. There was perfect
fascination in watching them. But when a very large
one nearly drenched some of them, they thought “ dis-
cretion was the better part of valour,” and retired to a
part of the steamer where they could see without being
made uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, at Beachington a tiny black speck was

to be seen from the cliff, with a tail of smoke which



reached all along the horizon.

To
SHRIMPING.

Harry and his sister sat long
and watched the tiny speck in-
creasing, till at length Rose jumped
up, exclaiming,—

“Harry! there’s mother clap-
ping for us, [ do believe; I wonder
what it is?”

She caught up her work, and,

followed by her brother, quickly ran



across the breezy bit of grass which

separated the shore from their house, and soon stood breathless at the
window where their mother sat working.

“Did you call us mother?” asked Rose. oe

“Yes, my dear. Lena went on the beach with her shrimping-net when
you went to the cliff; I should like Ilarry to run down to find her. . Tip
went with her, but I cannot even see him.” . |

“Are you afraid about her, mother?” asked’ Harry. ** She is so used to
it, that ——” |

“ No, not exactly afraid; but if she is not home very soon, she will miss
‘seelng them arrive. he steamer will be in at Beachdowns in a very short
time, and a fly will bring them here before she
has time to get home, unless you find her at once.

Almost before the words were out of his
mother’s mouth, Harry was off to the shore,
and soon discovered his little sister deeply en-
gaged in rifling the recesses of a particularly
rich pool. Her basket was by her side, and
on his telling her what their mother had said,

she quickly put in the few shrimps from her



net, and accepting the offer of a ride on her

brother’s back, was speedily carried homewards, Ilarry looking eagerly along
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the water to see if the steamer had yet turned into the harbour at Beachdowns.
Ww
A MHRRY PARTY.

They were, however, home in plenty of time. Lena could change her
dress and stand at the gate, the picture of a little country girl, smiling a
bright welcome when the fly from Beachdowns drew up at their gate at last.

Out of it stepped her aunt and two small cousins, one of whom was
supposed to be Lena’s own

especial cousin, Irene by

Se a

name; the rest had pre-
ferred to walk the two
miles, for they could not
lose one single moment at
the seaside for anybody!
At length all had ar-
rived ; Rose took Christabel

up to her own sweet bed-















room, with its view of the
peaceful sea, and introduced
her to it with shy pleasure.

The Cranbournes had

never seen Beachington

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before, as their aunt had

come there after their

SS

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uncle’s death, and they had

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never visited her since.

<=

A merry party gathered

=

round the tea-table. Rolling

steamers and bustling sta-



tions were forgotten, by all
the young people at anyrate, and home-made bread and Lena’s freshly boiled
shrimps seemed the very nicest things that could be.

If Mrs. Cranbourne could not but remember the fatigues of her packing

up and journey, she said nothing of them at- the time, but sipped her tea
18
BEFORE BEDTIME.

and watched the happy faces,
trying to forget her headache in
the general joy.

After tea Alf came round to
his mother’s side and whispered;
and then, after a moment’s con-
sideration, she said to her sister,—

** Would you think it too late
for them to have a run on the
cliff before they go to bed ?”

Mrs. Forde gave a_ ready



assent, for Rose and Harry had



already told her that they were
sure their cousins would not be satisfied to go to bed without running to
the beach to breathe in a real taste of the sea.
| It did not need more than a word, before all the young people had
risen from their seats, and were searching for hats and shawls in hot haste.
While the hubbub was still at its highest in the hall, the door opened,
and a quick; gentle step crossed the room. | -
Mrs. Cranbourne looked up as Christabel bent
eagerly and whispered: “You must not unpack _
while we are gone! If you want to do that, Dll
stay; I would not have you do it alone for anything!”
Her mother smiled as she answered: “I will
wait for you then, my dear, at any rate for all the
boxes except the one containing the things for the
night. Those I can easily take out, so as to be
ready for the little ones when they come in. They
will all be tired.”
Christabel was satisfied, and hastened off after

the rest, who were already, like impatient horses,
19


£ROM THE CLIFF.

stamping about on the lawn in front of the house; Archie having untied -
his spade and pail from the bundle, so as to begin digging ag soon as
possible.

«Where shall we go?” they burst forth, looking to Harry for the answer
“Which way is it P”
They had turned in-

stinctively towards the blue







line that was just visible







from their aunt’s garden,



















with its white sails ‘flitting



































past.











































“This way,” said











Harry; “will you go on
the cliff or on the shore?”

‘The shore for me,”
said Alf; “for I like to help
the fishermen push off their
boats.”

S250 moun ee sn emmns aC)
Archie, “I think that’s. the
greatest fun of all.”



This was such a very
common event to Harry,
that, as he led the way
rapidly towards the beach,

ES



5 at
3 HPsritRcs

, he called to his panting
companions, “ There’s to be a yacht race next week! It’s jolly fun seeing
that.” :

“Ts it?” asked Alf.

“Yes; Rose and I fix on a yacht that we call ours, and watch its

success or failure from our post on the cliff.”
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The others net having seen such a race, wondered what it would be

21


A PLUNGE.

like, but at this moment they came to the rocky path which led down to the
beach, and all were too delighted at what they saw to pursue the conversation.
As they passed by some cottages, a young fisherman, whom they knew,
ran out of his door laughing heartily.
“What's the matter, Bob?” asked Harry.
“Did you ever see the like, Master Harry?” said Bob. “I’ve had such
a lark! I told Jeanie just

now there was a fine gentle-













man a-coming to call on her;

and would you believe it, when



I showed him in at the door,
she didn’t like him, nor give
him the welcome I expected.”

He held in his hand a
large crab, while his young
wife, smiling and rosy, came
outside too, to have a talk
with them.

“Are you going to bathe
to-morrow, Miss Rose?” she

asked.
“T do not know, Jeanie ;

is it your turn to be in the
water?” °

“No, it’s mother to-



morrow,” said Jeanie; “but
if you young ladies are coming down, I’ll ask her to change with me.”

‘Oh, no,’? answered Rose; “we shall have you another day, and your
old mother is very kind! I’ve been telling Greta that she will not mind the
water one bit after the first plunge.”

“You're quite right, miss. Now Bob, be quiet! I hate those crabs,

22
A SCRAMBLE.

and you know it; if you don’t keep quiet, I won’t boil them for you,—there,
that I won’t!”

She ran in laughing, and Bob, not afraid of the threat, trudged down
over the shingle to pull his boat up out of the reach of the rising waves.

The next morning bathing was the first treat, and the children enjoyed
it to the full, The sea had |
become calm, and now only
rippled in on the sands
which fringed the shingle
at low tide.

In the afternoon they
sat in a shady nook in
their aunt’s garden, while
she and their mother read
to them; and after an
early tea they went for a
scramble on the rocks, till
the darkness warned them
to turn homewards.

A merry party they
were! Up as early as they
were allowed, scampering
down to the beach to pick |

up the fresh seaweed and

SS oP Ms
erty Nd



tiny shells left by the re-
treating tide. Did ever air smell so fresh as that morning air? Did ever
sand look so sparkling as those even stretches with the sun glittering on
every sharp-cut grain, like a row of diamonds ?

' But sunshine does not last always; and storm and cloud have to remind
us that days of darkness must come, and it is as well to be prepared for them.

After a few stormy days, in which the children’s patience was taxed to
93
A STORM.

the utmost by being kept indoors nearly the whole time, Harry and Alf
said they should brave the weather and go out. Their mothers made no
objection, for Harry always did go out in all weathers, and Alf thought
nothing could hurt him. :

They were well rewarded, for after they had been on the beach for an hour

or two, Bob came running



up to them, excitedly,—

“Master Harry,” he
exclaimed, “ there’s a ship
on the sands again, and
the Beachdown lifeboat
is going off. There! don’t
you see those dark spots
over on the beach yonder,
like a lot of black ants,
that’s the lifeboat and
her crew! They'll be off
in & moment.”

But though Bob was
much more interested in
the lifeboat than in any-
thing else, the boys could
not help looking towards

the wreck, which was





very near; for to them





it was an awful sight.

As they stood eagerly straining their eyes, to see as much as possible
between the clouds and rain which the wind was driving hither and thither,
a good many from the fishing village began to assemble on the beach, and
low-toned surmises were passed from one to another.

“Do you think there is any one on board?” asked Alf of Bob.
24
TO THE RESCUE.

= Oh, dear ! yes, sir! Can’t you see them clinging to the rigging? It’s
a sad sight, sir, and her to go to pieces before the lifeboat can come up,
may-be.” .

“Will she not be there in time?” asked Harry. .

“Well, sir, as you know, it’s a long pull from Beachdowns over to this





























sandbank, and











































































































































































































































we can’t keep













































































































































































































up a lifeboat





















































































































































































































































here.”
Welt yer es
asked Alf.
“It ‘costs

too much, sir,



































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































for a small



place like
Beachington.”
c Whats 7a
pity!” said
Alf, whose
eyes had never

moved from



the vessel,

which could











hardly be seen























































































in the fading



light, hidden as it often was by the driving rain and mist.
Beachdowns was growing indistinct, only now to be guessed at by some
little lights which here and there twinkled out from the growing darkness.
“She'll be along directly,” said Bob, after they had watched in silence
for what seemed to Alf a very long time. “ Let’s give ’em a cheer, boys!”
It was too dark to see anything, but as the cheer from the sailors on

ON
we
SAVED!

shore rang out, in the pause of the wind, a moment after, came a hearty

response of eight or ten deep-toned voices, at which the watchers standing

round felt their throats swell, and a mist come before their eyes.

“They’re close to them,” said Bob, “and the poor fellows on the

wreck will have heard that cheer plainer than we did.”



Still they waited, almost
unconscious of the driving
wind and rain, till after what
seemed to the inexperienced
a very, very long time, they
heard another sound of cheer-
ing, repeated again and again,
till it died away in the dis-
tance, as the lifeboat with its
precious freight got farther
away from Beachington and
nearer to Beachdowns.

The next morning, Alf,
too excited to sleep, was out
on the cliffs before a soul was
stirring in the village, and as
he stood gazing on the wreck,
now almost covered by the
water, a sailor joined him.

“Do you think they all
got off?” asked Alf; for to him

this was the great question.

‘Every man of them, as I’ve heard, sir; every man on board.”

“Tm so glad!” exclaimed the boy fervently.

“Ah! the joy of saving life is a great joy! I don’t know nothing

like it, sir,—neither in things of this life, nor the next.”

26
“The next?” echoed Alf, for he hardly understood the sailors rapid speech.

* Aye, the next. This life

“Oh, I know that,” said Alf.

face. ‘Now that’s not a wish

gentleman would have made. There is a next life, and the longer we live

in this one, the more we find
that we poor sinners are like the
men on yonder sinking ship.
We’re going down, and down,
and down, and there isn’t a bit
of hope for us, overtaken as we
have been by the waves of our
sins, if the Lifeboat don’t come
and save us !—that there isn’t.”

Alf listened; his mind went
back to the storm of last night,
to the perishing men on the
wreck, to the battling lifeboat
coming nearer and nearer, to
the cheers of joy which rent
the air when the lifeboat had
done its work. Then the sailor’s
voice broke the stillness again,
and seemed to come like an

echo to his thoughts:

“'There’s no Lifeboat but Jesus for perishing men!
There’s no peace till we know

being in Him, when the storms

for a certainty that He’s our Lifeboat, our Safety, owr Saviour, owr everything!”
Alf was left to think of all he bad said.
they all went out for a row, to try to get

The man turned away, and

When, that next afternoon,

A FORGET,

ain’t going to last always, young sir!”

“T think that—— I wish it were!”
“Do you?” said the sailor earnestly, looking down in the boy’s fresh
as I should have thought a sensible young













of life come.

27

There’s no safety but
oe DOING “TILE NEXT THING.”

a near view of the wreck, he felt very glad he had had that talk with the

kind sailor; for they had not long started, when Rose exclaimed: “I say,

oad



Harry, this boat’s dreadfully wet at the bottom; my shoes

The rest looked down,
and what was their dismay
to see the water, which was
swishing about at the
bottom, rising and rising;
creeping up, moment by mo-
ment, with terrible rapidity.

“What can it be?”
asked Christabel, turning
white.

But Harry was com-
manding Alfin quick tones to

turn towards shore and row



for their lives; while Rose
was crouching down in the bottom of the boat, stuf-
fing her handkerchief with all her might into the
hole from which the cork had somehow been left out.

That little piece of presence of mind probably
saved the whole party. But as Alf sat, straining
every power to reach the shore, he was very glad
that for his own part that great question had been
settled that morning; that he really had committed
his soul’s keeping to Him who said: “The Son of
Man is come to seek and to save that which was lost.”

The next week was all sunshine and pleasure. Picnics and beach-teas
were the order of the day, and each day saw some fresh excursion.

A mile or two from Beachington there was a little bay full of rocks and

picturesque caves. One solitary fisherman’s cottage was perched on a green
28










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5

SOUND FROM TUE SEA.

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ledge formed by an old landslip; and here a sailor boy, sitting baskin

29
Jol TN)



TIME.

in the sun, heard a ery of distress
from among the rocks below.

The tide was nearly up, and
long ago he had watched the party
of children from Beachington,
wending their way round the
corner of the Head. Was one of
them left behind ?

He put down his boat and
hurried to the edge of their little
garden, looking eagerly over the
broken stones. After a minute he
saw a white little face belonging
to a venturesome little girl whom
he had heard them calling Irene!

It did not take him long to
call his father to get a ladder,
for the child was separated from

the shore by a wide channel, mto which the sea flowed deep and strong.

Not a moment was to be lost; but as soon as he saw his father bearing the

little girl safely towards the cottage, he took théir donkey and galloped off

to tell her friends of her safety.

The fact was the children, never dreaming that they were leaving their

little sister asleep under a rock, wandered
home in twos and threes, supposing that
Irene was on in front. .
How glad they were that the sailor
boy had heeded that poor little ery of
distress! Else the play by the sea would
have ended very differently from what it
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