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Show BEAVER PRESS .i ft Bn n r.r . uirecuj over Normans head, uncoiled In the wind, whipped down. He cuught it loosely under his arm. Norman took a full breath and with : ! . $s&ja ivica uka "f" Cmt 1 j wouldnt be? jyKARtW.DETZER 1 Service tf.N.U I br Th Bobh'M"tU1 Crr--' 1 NSi .lith . as and a cork belt. the trap and nut asain into the sightless of the night. ." !' S At c draped McCarthy past the flvh"el "d stowed him -lBS he lifted 'i;,,, A it was r. trtu.-i Then h A brazen The tillr. .t lis lines under foot.d alnst lib left nnkle. theHe oak and gripped ttween heels. The boat the push of Us pro-2,- i .to the hand Norman, clinging It swept oyer felt the water as the sou'wester from .. ...... Piruiau ntml . ,, 11 J re-af- iSered S J! tearlag nea ' When he opened chins his. eyes, his fa on the craft was rising high The horizon , of another roller. on all shies. What did that lay black Oue What could It mean? 7 ! r og thinr one only. irhfit'p 8 bit of thick weather?' "Wht' te asked himself groggily. ErIck-SOan to 1W wither of bit , ?" The become bitterly cold. many was far along. . How on thut blasted hours had he worked or perhaps Two anyway, motor? It had .jzht three. bow But Daylight must be near, Was the far had he drifted? ahead, or ten ruties? shore a mil' reefs? or .', It sand Was , was that? a sound down the squalling wind, an Intinitesimal sound, far It came Wind? No, not wind. Way. What Eb? He beard i distant and Indistinct steadily, too Blind Battle Ax fog signal? Eye?, No, too long a note for He heard It again. ot them. more. Man's either That's what It was! A one 'ong. unbroken vessel! 1 tcssel . ii'P,iliant blast. Norman told himself; "Distress!" low against the cabin, be squatted Continuous distress. In "Vessel Was.." tired eyes picked through the It The night laughed. slapped a million new winds, booted, A him. roweled winds down upon His darkness. shone above the port The ho. Izou ran at two hundred yards, and held fast. Five minutes blew past. Then a bier of dark solidity broke out of tte watery walls. He could make nothing of It for a moment. Shape a bulky Immensity, less, It high moved with a slow even motion. Then from one side an In n propeller loo'd fuint luminance it was day. halted backward, bw. stern of a freighter. as she came nearer, her Gradually, b"w heaved Into view, low in the wa ter.wltb breakers smashing across the pilot house, flooding the observation. ore carrier, she proved to be. of old build and eight or ten hatches; was the Il sinking, sinking The storm the by ne remembered what had said. Those men on the freighter, were they scared, too? Of course they were! The ore currier snapped ot her anchor Fighting against It, she backed shoreward. Now she held. She thumped down on the rocky ledge and stood Urm a moment. Then a lumpy roller lifted her and thrashed hei mercilessly. The men on the deck threw up their hands. Normtiu fancied that he heard them cry out ail together. They slid slipped, scrambled The freighter poised for moment Then with a slow weary gesture, she rolled upon her port side. A wave smacked over her, and the funnel, still currying a wisp of smoke, tumbled aud pitched Into the froth of waters. Norman kicked over the tiller. He'd better watch his own going if he wanted ever to see home aga'in. Home? He tasted the word bitterly. Where was it? What was It? To whom was he going home? To old Gustat? No. A chilly grief spread through h.r heart. lie choked It uway. There was no time for regrets. Again he dodged the reef. No chance of crossing it Must go around it. As he slid into a trougi:, mounted the next wave, and glanced shoreward, he cried out and gripped tight against the. cabin. lilind .Mans Eye! Stiff, unyielding, unmindful of wind and water, it poked up Its head half a mile to the southwest along the coast. At the same Instant a steamy ghimhle pressed outward against the wind. Two short, one long, two short. Norman's feet steadied on the tiller. The husky voice of Rlind Man's Eye called uproariously to him. It welcomed him home! Between the wash and the tower, like grasshoppers on the sand, a coast guard crew made ready their gun. So It was one of Parish's men who burned the Coston I They would send a shot line across the wreck of the Admiral Burkett haul out the hawser carrying the breeches buoy and take In her men. Relief, like a soft warm breeze, floated through Norman's spirit. Relief I They were safe, those sailors. Now he need only get bis own boat ashore. A chill wave slapped down upon him. Shoot a line? Shoot a line out to Blind Man's Teeth? They couldn't do that. He turned cold, sick. Captain Parish had said so himself. Well, they were trying It anyhow. On shore the brass gun exploded. Its projectile broke through the mist The shot line uncoiled, 6pun Into the air after It Too short A second and a thlr. time the line sagged Into the water. Short ' Too much wind. Too much weather. Minutes, half hours were passing. Ashore the surfmen stood' Idly. Norman guessed that they were debating among themselves, debating whether they dared launch their boat. He thought with a quickening heart of Dp long Continued XIII I CHAPTER I 1V4C4I I one-bra- ve ... bow. pushed her toward Nor nan. HIg eyes strained. The misty frnn of five men clung to the taff-RiForward of the coal bunkers, taking to a line, he made out oth-'s- . He saw empty davits swinging Hse supplicating arms above the deck-"'MEmpty. Their lifeboats had lost, then . . . smashed, no l. showed from the fun the vessel. Fires re Norman djin, evidently. "ruined his eyes for the name of the wuter-royge- d il uiade It out "'nil Murkett of like a toy. wal-'"K-- , . Coa8t guarJs. near(J fhe Af)mral . "t ncy uad distress call. i ti l f'elgnler tiJh6 W e.rmlU Mr captuln. wu It told Crr,8hore- " - 2 ,he mean ot warning that he wean r I. in, h, sate rescue, or perhaps Wlfb h, Pr"Pe"er tht water and boiler Area high out. r, helpless. '"' BuS,,?H,n? ",on ,o J' iKllt b,,w" ' rha - - of ,he t'hVrn'r"1 ni ,5uk,'" t.0' ,0 kepp fr,,m Jnigslnjr Irnti Khar, iffl w- - T HIM " t ,.,...,1 rosM hi., boat Int.. th, " ifI'l II,!,,',;dt,,me- A' had been - ""ir, .t., 1 '"'in Mm. Il . nearn H't'arthy a might sottiol be in. 'I'iiri 'umPilf" redI 8r"H' He Heard It Acain. What It Wail h haf' hewime a thlny 're wMg lnslKnln.H!.t .cureJl Who leaned out strained toward the anl It was a big dog, g good swimHis fingers gripped the balr. then a strong metal collar. "Jump," he cried, "jump!" A wave leaped high over tho coaming and flung the wet dog groveling at his feet He looked up quickly at the deck above. "Come on, men, hurry !" be bowled maL mer. agnin. A boots protruded over the higher rail. They slid, jerking along the life line from the steamer deck. A Norman bulky body followed. dragged the fellow to his knees, opened the forward batch and flung In the seaman. He threw the dog In. too, hpfcre he slapped shut the cover. A second pair of boots kicked out of the fog. Again the hatch opened and shut with a bang. This time water poured luto the cabin. Norman thought of the wiring, of the engine doing Us best. Without the engine. If the wiring became wet, that thin little line would part In a second. Without the engine there was no hope. A third man glided the rope, hand over band; a fourth; a fifth. The mist slit open and Norman peered up through wet lashes, with aching, tormented eyes. Five more heads bobbed iptn sight; Farther aft another paying him no attention, stood Immovably by the rail, watching this hazardous rescue, tak'ng no part In It. Sis more to make the trip. That last one . '. , that was the cap tain. It flashed over Norman, a captain loath to leave his command. What difference to the captain If she were only a tramp vessel, what difference If her very heart were torn out already? His own. his own command I Norman remembered his father, who ewam alone from the wreck of his schooner on Mustache shoal. It would be hard to bring the captain down. A sixth man slid, a seventh. stout-hearte- A Vessel! A Vessel, That'a made it fust to a cleat "Wad"! in!" Norman shouted to McCarthy. Norman, watching him go, felt the boat tip under foot. An uususpetted roller struck blm from behind and wrenching loose his grip, swept him The wet line streaked overboard. above him. He grasped It, tugged, swallowed sand and water, heard an enormous roaring as of Innumerable field pieces, breathed air once more, and was dragged to land. It was Julie who was talking In his ear, saying sweet, silly things. Why was he so tired? Why was Julie here? He opened his eyes. Why was James Delong toting him on bis back? They reached the lighthouse, "I'll call you, Julie," Delong said. "Just a mlnuta want to rub him down." "Here's a sailor . . . be has a broken arm," that was Sue's voice. "And. father, Norman brought In ten "somebody McGoogan. "Cat-ey- a d The eighth, the ninth "Where are the rest?" Norman screamed. "Four washed overboard In the dark trying to launch the lifeboats," the tenth sailor answered. His great voice was hoarse and blustery. "The oll man's there yet , . . don't think he'll come.'' He jabbed a glove toward the brokeu ore carrier. The ciptaln had raised one foot toward the rail. Norman saw his face for a troubled second. Old, he appeared, with red whiskers. A sea Before It broke across the deck. came, the officer had drawn back his foot Deliberately, coolly as a man ai his own fireside, be braced his body while be fumbled In his pocket opened a clasp knife and slashed rtie rope. He watched tte fish boat ride safely away, ne waved once and disappeared behind the rail. He was not seen again. Such was his code. Norman slapped shut the .abln Nortrap. Ashore men were running. man drove the bow deliberately and desperately against the high spitting wash of the beach. He was risking his father's boat. But why n. t? Whose boat was she now.- Gustafs or his? She was i great little boat, wasn't she? Well built. Bave Handle her properly, what wouldn't she do? What hadn't she done for Gustaf? For Gustaf? Ah, but she was his son's boat pow She would do as much for him, Ten sailleD sa"ors "'"I I'"ctor ors . McCarthy depcrded on him He drove the boat cruelly. A boat could be meuded. bench Nor Forty yards from the of men forms the out made man Into the surf. running with a line Ue screwed togethe. his eyes that were blue as his father's ad been. He watched Captain Stocking, his fat red face twlsteu Into astounding con like a cavern tours, bl mouth James Delong. barewatched He headed, hauling with the surfmen. InHe watched Sue Stocking ihrahh men and Julie to the waves with the Ulchaud. up to her knees In water, Immovable as the lists to her cheeks. Itself, staring straight at tower light him In an ecstacy of terror complained ..." to Inspeetoi McGoogan?" Captain Stock "That snoop Ing snapped his fingers. In' alligator 1 I've writ men I" "And a dog," Captain Stocking added. s "A dog?" Sue cried. Norman relaxed. A dog? What of , ll' it? "Whose dog?" Sue demanded. "Ship's dog," Samuel Stocking answered. Norman shook bis bead. "No," he contradicted. "That ship's broken up. It's my dog now." Delong's fingers felt like iron, pinching the flesh on his back. "That's enough," the lawyer cried, "have you in bed In a minute. Here, take some of this . . . warm you up." It burned his throat, whatever it was. Languidly he closed his eyes. Outside the wind hooted. Norman heard it peacefully. Wind? It rocked a fellow to sleep, that wind. And he used to fear It? No, he couldn't have feared wind. He loved it just ' as his father did. "I'm coming In!" Julie's voice. Her eager, warm litNorman sat up feebly. He tle voice remembered at last ' Today was Sunday, the equinoxlal. The keeper had not wanted visitors. "Julie." he whispered, "Julie, come here 8 minute." She came with a rush. But why was she crying? What was there to cry about? Or was that Just Julie's way? Cry . . . why, she would cry or laugh, one of the two, every ten minutes, or else she'd die. That Wasn't be half was all right Ue patted ber Frenchle himself? band. "Give me my best suit," he bade Jn a husky whisper, "In that closet there. My uniform. That's It Thanks. And Julie, when I come out I want to tell you something." No He fumbled into bis clothes. time to be In bed, on Sunday, with Julie RIchnud visiting the light. He walked unsteadily Into the kitchen. Doctor McCarthy sat by the stove, his fat face "1 can't thank yen all at once. Erlckson." Norman grinned. "That's nothing." "Here's coffee, Norman," Julie said "Thanks." he answered. Tears again wet ber eyes. "No call for crying," he said awkwardly. "Not cry for gladness?" "Let her cry!" boomed McCarthy. Norman squeezed her hand and with exploring feet sought the kitchen door. He must get outside 'or a minute, must feel the wind again, let It clear his head. Most of all, he must see the radiant white tower of Blind Man's Eye. He walked slowly around the house, Midway to the breathing deeply. tower Samuel Stocking, his daughter and James Delong were tramping to ward blm. The men lifted their feet heavily, like pack horses. Sue walked between them with her chlu high. Her Queer, that she face was happy. should look so happy. Queer? Why. no! Wasn't he happy himself? He was returned to land. But not as a fugitive. He had not fled the sea Land and gray sea. he loved both of It was a He feared neither. them. dream that he ever had feared, a dream melting with the soft Insipid fog. Land and gray sea, both were beneficent to him. The floor was wet, the carpet sog gy In the parlor. Captain Stocking gunk into his rocking chair and stretched out his short legs. Julie opened the door from the kitchen. She came In composedly. , "Good riddance!" the capralu said, gulping. "Good riddance, by Skllla ga'.lee!" "Riddance?" Norman asked. "Your friend Baker," Delong an If'- hlmP "About me?" asked Norman, Sue Stocking broke In quickly "Did you have a letter from bead quarters, Norman, and not tell us?" Norman nodded. Captain Stocking gulped. "Ye did? Well, I had one. too. Erlckson. And I answered It 'Con duct unbecontln' the service V Joslah Parish will write McGoogan now I guess, and Doc McCarthy. Don't you need to worry nonel" He mopped his face. "You young uns have took all the tucker out of me this day for sure. Too many things at once!" He looked accusingly at bis daughter "Why couldn't you of waited?" "Waited for what?" Norman de manded. Sue Stocking smiled. Deloug arose and walked toward her. "You see, Norman, old shipmate," she explained, "I've decided, Jimmy - pair ot the only other time that Parish's boat had put out since he came to the point He had made a poor figure And that eight remaining ashore. Cat-ey- e home, at lay tonight, letter. Afrutd? A madness seized him. never He'd reully Coward? Scart? If Parlsh'a crew tested hln'self. wouldn't attempt this, why shouldn't be do It fo.' them? Why not? He could try It But be must hurry. Hours the essel had wullowed. He pointed Gustafs boat toward the white headed, Breakers, Kteutner. Come to puy go Julie had come? like giants Incredibly t:i spite of what Capvisit a Sunday old and unbelievably powerful, pom hid S;ild? He would Rut the motor tain Stockln the side. meled 'Ime. Make her stay I h- -r this Normans feet convince chugged utiexcltedly boat ftimjt slop the lust The Ashing He worked nimbly along the tiller. It scraped a.'alcst breakers. the of once. The surfmen that threat glanced shoreward bottom with Rn Impact Mood close together In a tlghl group. Norman's head from hi leer to ened They They saw him, undoubtedly shoulders and his heart from his were staying ashore while he tried chest. II out could make No powerboat cabin slapped ..IT The Trap to the e Admiral wind the thMt surf against fhr.-ugBurkett tl from Parish had failed sailors In semi feed P to him It wa up to the de k tumbled Would he fall t"" attitudes of horror, hurt and dismay He worked his bow closer under out HrM anions' them. dog leaped The the lee of the wreck. TwentyA yards He pltiiEel overboard nnd utarted sailor Parish Just a awn the deck tipped now. swimming to shore witli h coPed r(1H. on Ids arm crawled of a tipsy side the through mil. He flung down the rope. staggered u, ( white-bearde- 'he WHIeragginK "miugh the hawse L V tk,i.. ; " teetered tut flooded rhnln hn thn.ugh ker udT'"' rumbled from '"""edlufely afterward a He roadi the line fast to the post "Come on !" he howled, and the wind ate up his voice. Fresh blasts ripped out of the north The Bh boat drew away from the freighter until the thiu line snapped tight. Norman glanced overside. A dark shape was rolling toward him on the crest of a gray wave. A man? No, a dog. The ship's dog I He reached out his arm One moment he drew back bis baud. Again he Home at last The Ad Duluth. She Norman pitied Iter "we Id that water. His malignant " '"'ill ru getting nowhere. South ' or east, which was he headed? nee more the Nor-- ' fog parted. , "minted his eyes, lie did not whn' I'e saw a! first Straight IMt nt three .niles. loomed the of the Michigan coast At the time, through the murky half-- ' of early a eai red morning, ' burst forth upon the bench ( '"ton signal. boat CHAPTER XIV Little smoke wl of the line still under bis arm, set one foot on the wet coaming alongside the cabin. Cautiously, gripping the hand rail, doused deep under mountainous waves, he crawled to the bow of his wave, Tlu captain flung the line from hie shoulders. It landed with a thud on the deck. A sailor grabbed It and OLD FOLKS SAY DR. CALDWELL WAS RIGHT Th basis of treating sickness has not changed tinea Dr. Caldwell left Medical College in 1873, nor tinea he placed on the market the laxative prescription ha had uted in his practice. He treated constipation, biliousness, headachet, mental depression, indigestion, tour stomach and other indisposition entirely by meant of simple vegetable laxatives, herbs, and root. These are still the basis of Dr. Caldwell's Syrup Pepsin, a combination of senna and Other mild herbs, with- pepsin. The simpler the remedy for conatipa. tion, the safer for the child and for you. And aa you can get results in a mild and sa.fe way by using Dr. Caldwell's Byrup Pepsin, why take chances with strong drugs T A bottle will last several months, and all can usa it. It is pleasant to the taste, gentle in action, and free from narcotics. Elderly people find it ideal. All drug stores have the generous bottles, r write "Syrup Pepsin," Dept. BB, Monticello. Illinois, for free trial bottle. ? Extinct Bird Specimen specimen of the Eskimo curlew, a bird which recently became as extinct as the great auk and the passenger pigeon, Is being shown in a new display at the Field museum of natural history, Chicago. A , Loss of Power arid vital force ... loss of fellow emaciauvi",. flesh, or 1 , blue-whit- . gwered. Sue broke In gravely. "He refused to rescue you." "He backed out 1" Captain Stocking shouted. ''Parish got bis eyes opened Run him across the dunes soon as you was all ushore. Goln' to drown him ten fathom deep. Such language, and at his age My, oh, myl" Norman listened with luuttentluu Ue heurd what the keeper said, but his gaze flitted to Julie's round Hei 'lack eyes were Hushed fuce. Ue regarded nearer purple now. them wlih a growing sense of peace. He was not Interested In Ed liakei any more. Strange, but be was not Muny other things seemed much more Important to him. "My boat?' he asked. "High and dry, hid. high and dry Skinned up a little. We drug It lu nil lieavln' together. An old worry Norman swallowed. inme back If disturb til present ease "1'va a summons," be confessed. - Cry Why, She Would Cry or Laush One of the Two, Every Ttn Minutee or Else She'd Die. and I have, to go back Inland to live When? Why, Jimmy, Just when df we go back ?" James Delong gripped her band affectionately. "Tomorrow or the next day at lat est As soon as we all get dried out and can bring the mission er down We're going to be married here Erlckson, In the lighthouse Ly a mis slonerl" "Well?" Sue asked In the si lent- "Aren't you congrnt that followed. ulating us?" Norman glanced at Julie RIchaud Her black eyes were large and full cf light her cheeks flaming undot her wet hair. She sat very compos edly In the lighthouse parlor, as II she had lived there always. Sue arose briskly. "Come, Jimmy, these people neeO something to eat 1 don't know what Norman they'll do after I'm gone. How Isn't much ot a housekeeper. will you manage, you and dad? flow will you ever keep shipshape?" "Never mind. Sue," Norman said "1 guess Julie can tend t that" "Julie?" Captain Stocking swustf around. "Yes," she agreed, looking straight A at Norman. great contentment shone on his face. Her own glowed and responded to It "Yes," she agreed, "I'll keep It shipshape." "My, oh myl" the keeper puffed out of the room. Norman lifted Julie blindly from the chair. She allowed her hands to remain In his. They were trembling a little. "Julie?" "Yes, Norman." "You'll be happy at the lighthouse?' "Didn't you hear me tell them? What matter the light, Norman, or the farm, or water, or anything, so It's your? long as we are together? and mine, Isn't It? Land and sea both of them. Yours and mine. Blind Mans Eye will be our home." The door burst open. Samuel Stock Ing halted halfway through It. stared II exclaimed, popped out again. blundered Into fhe kitchen, saw the couple there, and escaped a second time. "My, oh. myP' he met Doctor McCarthy In the hall. "Such a day' m. Such a day! And they ain't a the reservation a. fool old man can g. without settln' foot where be ain't re quired." The doctor glanced at the two closed doors. "A tine girl, Sue," be remarked. And "Aye, and a flue boy I got. my other girl. Jails, she's fine too was you to ask me. Let's go smoke Doctor They's a bencb In the slgna: My, oh my!" house. He stumped down the ball. Thi two short fog signal hooted . . It died out needlni one long . . Norman heard It undisturbed ateutu. Never mind, the keeper would tea He touched Julie", It this time. hair. black fragrunl "I love the water Julie," be whit pered. "Nothing else, Norman T the water and you. Leaning down, he wiped her eye Hditly. After all. she was only a Ut tie girl. (THE END) it . "... tion. 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