The Red Cloud chief., 1876-01-06
thar every dwelling on Cape Cod had its

At last there came a day when Mrs.
Rose said that Wild might 60 to the light
with Johnny to learn the news.
The two children set off in high glee.
The sky was clear, and the wini vas
blowing from the west. The Highland
lighthouse was not more than q mile
away, and what could happen to the
childrenG Nevertheless, Mrs. Rose gave
them many commands. They were to
return as soon IS they found out what
news from Little Katie, and, if it should
snow, they were to 60 back or forward,
whichever way should he the nearer, and,
if near the coast, they were to 60 to the
charity house in the bank, and wait
there for rescue.
The wind helped them on their way,
and, to write the exact truth, blew SO
hard and SO fast that it came very near
blowing them past the Lighthouse over
the high bank in the ocean.
"It's a tough day. a tough day, even
for the Cape said the li%ghtkeeper, when
they reached the light house, and the
boats have drifted, Johnny. For tie life
of me I can't mako out the little Katie"
But Johnny made her out without the
slightest difficulty. OF course he did!
Does not every Cape Cod boy know his
fathers boat. More than all, there
hung the signal of distress. The light.
keeper saw it, and Wild looked at it, and
Johnny looked again, and declared that
"Come what would, he'd get out there
ard find out what the. matter was"
The glass was put away, and they all
went down, and the children, thoroughly
warmed, started for home.
A little cloud over Cape Cod bay grew
and came nearer and spread more and
more, and at last began to drop down
like white nov on the sand.
'Come! pitch into it as fast as you
a while We can see" said Johnny,
Selling Wild's hand and bowling to the
wind. "We're :lree-quarters home and
we'll make it In no time"
1t was not dark, and Johany knew
the land marks we'll. Here a bunch of
poverty grass and there a forlorn clump
of bayberry whose outlines he knew just
as he knew the outlines of the boats and
sails, served to guide him when the air
was thick with snow.
"We'rc lostw said Wild, pulling
back and trying to stop fJohnny; but
the sturdy little fellow declared that
they weren't lost at all; didn't he know
all about ii? Hadn't he "fogged" it many
a time to the light and back9 Why,
there, right ahead, was a pole that he
knew. OF course it was, right on top of
home; and there was mother calling this
minute, not fifty feet away.
All of which statements were quite
true; and in five minutes they were safe
in the cabin, and had their news from
the ice bound boats.
Nothing to cat. maybe, and cold,
perhaps. Not sick. 1 hope" said Mrs.
Wild; and then, in rather a dismal way,
she set forth the little table for their
evening meal.
81 should think you'd feel gladder
about our getting home safe, MOTHER"
said Wild; "for just see how it SHOWS"
~ am" said Mrs. Wild; "but l was
thinking of some way to help your
father"
"Do you think there is a way2" asked
Wild. "You know the boats can't get
there, and the ice isn't safe"
"If 1 Wa God" said Johnny, I'd fetch
a big wind along that I'D crack that ice
up small as fish scales in no time"
"Yes, and sink every boat in NO
time" suggested Wild with scorn.
ooh, dear!" said Johnny, 81 guess 1
was in too much of a bury; but some
things got to be done"
The wind had been blowing two hours
after dark, and the and sand were
whirling about in a long, round dance,
after the fashion of Cape Cod sand and
snow, when Wild called out of the dark
ness to Johnny:
"Are you asleepa'
Johnny guessed he wasn't asleep,
although he had been fast asleep when
Wild's voice reached him, and wanted
to know what was the matter.
"I've thought of a way, I guess, we
a reach the Little Katie, Johnny"
"How3"
Johnny was up in the bed, leaning on
his hands, interested in a moment.
"You know that big hank of knot
Irvine of father's2"
"What of it2" with disappointment.
"0On't you believe t'would reachs"
"Whose goin' to reach it, I should
like to know"
"When the wind blows right"
"Wnat then, Wild Rose9 Are you
talking in your sleeps"
"Send a kite overl" suggested Wild,
not needing the interruption.
"Whew" exclaimed Johnny, sinking
down into his warm bed again.
He didn't speak, and poor Wild
thought he held the scheme in extreme