Elsie's children

by Martha Finley

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXTH.

  "Oh, Lord! methought what pain it was to drown!" --SHAKESPEARE.

  Cousin Ronald was a great favorite with his young relatives. Harold andHerbert had long since voted him quite equal, if not superior to CaptainBrice as a story-teller; his narratives were fully as interesting, andbeside always contained a moral or some useful information.

  There were tales of the sea, wild tales of the Highlands and of theScottish Border; stories of William Wallace, of the Bruce and the BlackDouglass, in all of which the children greatly delighted.

  Mr. Lilburn's ventriloquial powers were used for their amusement also, andaltogether they found him a very entertaining companion.

  Rosie holding a shell to her ear one day, was sent into ecstasies ofdelight, by hearing low, sweet strains of music, apparently coming fromthe inside of it.

  At another time, as she stooped to pick up a dead crab while wanderingalong the beach, she started back in dismay at hearing it scream out in ashrill, tiny voice, "Don't touch me! I'll pinch you, if you do."

  The merry laugh of the boys told her that it was "only Cousin Ronald," butshe let the crab alone, keeping at a respectful distance from its claws.

  This was on the evening spoken of in our last chapter, and while her mammaand Aunt Lucy were chatting together in the veranda, waiting for the callto tea.

  It sounded presently, and Cousin Ronald and the children started on a runfor the house, trying who could get there first.

  Harold showed himself the fleetest of foot, Herbert and Frank Daly wereclose at his heels, while Mr. Lilburn, with Rosie in one hand and littleWalter in the other, came puffing and blowing not far behind.

  "Won't you take us another walk, cousin?" asked Rosie when they came outagain after the meal.

  "Yes," he said, "this is a very pleasant time to be down on the beach.Come lads," to Harold and Herbert, "will you go along?"

  They were only too glad to accept the invitation, and the four saunteredleisurely down to the water's edge, where they strolled along watching theincoming tide.

  "I love the sea," said Rosie. "I wish we could take it home with us."

  "We have a lake and must be content with that," said Herbert, picking up astone and sending it far out, to fall with a splash in among the restlesswaves; "we can't have everything in one place."

  "Did you ever see a mermaid, Rosie?" asked Mr. Lilburn.

  "No, sir; what is it?"

  "They're said to live in the sea, and to be half fish and half woman."

  "Ugh! that's dreadful! I wouldn't like to be half of a fish. But I wish Icould see one. Are there any in our sea here, Cousin Ronald?"

  "They're said to have very long hair," he went on, not noticing her query,"and to come out of the water and sit on the rocks, sometimes, while theycomb it out with their fingers and sing."

  "Sing! Oh, I'd like to hear 'em! I wish one would come and sit on that bigrock 'way out there."

  "Look sharp now and see if there is one there. Hark! don't you hear hersing?"

  Rosie and the boys stood still, listening intently, and in another momentstrains of music seemed to come to them from over the water, from thedirection of the rock.

  "Oh, I do! I do!" screamed Rosie, in delight. "O, boys can you hear her,too? can you see her?"

  "I hear singing," said Harold, smiling, "but I think the rock is bare."

  "I hear the music too," remarked Herbert, "but I suppose Cousin Ronaldmakes it. A mermaid's only a fabled creature."

  "Fabled? what's that?"

  "Only pretend."

  "Ah now, what a pity!"

  At that instant a piercing scream seemed to come from the sea out beyondthe surf, some yards higher up the coast. "Help! help! I'll drown, I'lldrown!"

  Instantly Harold was off like a shot, in the direction of the sound,tearing off his coat as he went, while Herbert screaming "somebody'sdrowning! The life boat! the life boat!" rushed away toward the hotel.

  "Lads! lads!" cried Mr. Lilburn, putting himself to his utmost speed toovertake Harold in time to prevent him from plunging into the sea, "are yemad? are ye daft? There's nobody there, lads; 'twas only Cousin Ronald athis old tricks again."

  As he caught up to Harold, the boy's coat and vest lay on the ground, andhe was down beside them, tugging at his boots and shouting "Hold on! I'mcoming," while a great wave came rolling in and dashed over him, wettinghim from head to foot.

  "No, ye're not!" cried Mr. Lilburn, laying a tight grasp upon his arm;"there's nobody there; and if there was, what could a bit, frail laddielike you do to rescue him? You'd only be dragged under yourself."

  "Nobody there? oh, I'm so glad!" cried Harold with a hearty laugh, as hejumped up, snatched his clothes from the ground and sprang hastily backjust in time to escape the next wave. "But you gave us a real scare thistime, Cousin Ronald."

  "You gave me one," said Mr. Lilburn, joining in the laugh. "I thoughtyou'd be in the sea and may be out of reach of help before I could catchup to you. You took no time to deliberate."

  "Deliberate when somebody was drowning? There wouldn't have been a secondto lose."

  "You'd just have thrown your own life away, lad, if there had been anybodythere. Don't you know it's an extremely hazardous thing for a man toattempt to rescue a drowning person? They're so apt to catch, and grip youin a way to deprive you of the power to help yourself and to drag youunder with them.

  "I honor you for your courage, but I wish, my boy, you'd promise me neverto do the like again; at least not till you're grown up and have somestrength."

  "And leave a fellow-creature to perish!" cried the boy almost indignantly."O cousin, could you ask me to be so selfish?"

  "Not selfish, lad; only prudent. If you want to rescue a drowning man,throw him a rope, or reach him the end of a pole, or do anything else youcan without putting yourself within reach of his hands."

  Rosie, left behind by all her companions, looked this way and that infright and perplexity, then ran after Herbert; as that was the directionto take her to her father and mother.

  Mr. Travilla and Eddie had started toward the beach to join the others andwere the first to hear Herbert's cry.

  "Oh, it was Cousin Ronald," said the latter; "nobody goes in bathing atthis hour."

  "Probably," said his father, "yet--ah, there's the life boat out now andmoving toward the spot."

  With that they all ran in the same direction and came up to Mr. Lilburnand Harold just as the boy had resumed his coat and the gentlemanconcluded his exhortation.

  They all saw at once that Eddie had been correct in his conjecture.

  "Hallo! where's your drowning man?" he called. "Or, was it a woman?"

  "Ask Cousin Ronald," said Harold laughing, "he's best acquainted with theperson."

  "A hoax was it?" asked Mr. Travilla. "Well, I'm glad things are no worse.Run home my son, and change your clothes; you're quite wet."

  "I fear I owe you an apology, sir," said Mr. Lilburn; "but the fact is I'da great desire to try the mettle of the lads, and I believe they're bravefellows, both, and not lacking in that very useful and commendable qualitycalled presence of mind."

  "Thank you, sir," Mr. Travilla said, turning upon his boys a glance offatherly pride that sent a thrill of joy to their young hearts.