The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1885-03-27
This time
AGAIN the sound came.

owen stopped anu iiStoueu'
A thought came into his mind as he
did so, but it initiated so directly
against his inclinations to give heed to
it that with an impatient ''PshaW he
started on.
But he could not rid himself of it.
1t was this: IF a ship is in peril, and
has lost her way, the only thing that
could save her would be 4 huge bea-
con fire to cast a light upon her sur
roundings.'
To build a fire would be a work Of
time and of hard labor.
To keep one up long enough to do
any good would take hours of watch
fitness, and he would have to aban-
don all hope of seeing Annis that ve-
ming.
It was a hard struggle, but inclina-
ton proved to be made of a material
which could not hold its OWL against
his strong sense of duty.
He gave up all thought of the pleas
ant greeting he had been living upon
in his heart all day long, and set him.
self to work to gather fuel for the bea-
con fire.
After several hurried journeys to the
woodland, which lay a little distance
away, he succeeded in accommodating a
pile of branches and dry twigs, which
he had raked out with his hands from
a deserted hut, which stood on the
confines of the thicket, and had evil
IDENTIFY been gathered together for
some purpose; but under the circum-
stances Owen felt himself justified in
taking it, as it would have been al
most impossible to have kindled a
flame of green wood.
Just as he had succeeded in cOaxing
a splendid blaze into life, a voice
cried
Halo, Glenn, is that you? What
in the name of wonder are you do
ing?"
Il am answering to a signal OF dis
tress. Hark - as a dull sound came
again from the sea.
well, old fellow, l wish you JOY of
your post, and hope it'll do the good
you expect. For my part, I'm off to
old Martins. l hear little Annis is
going away tomorrow, and | don't
want to miss a sight of her beaming
face tonight. It's bright and sweet
enough TO be a mans beacon light for
all his life. Good-by, and good for
tune attend your work. It's lucky all
are not such selfish fellows as / am"
1t was as if a thousand tiends were
Juggling for the mastery of Owen
Glenn's heart, as he listened to the
rafting talk of the gay, lighthearted
youth.
Should he give Robert this chance of
seeing Annis, and of perhaps asking
her to be his wife, during this very
night, while he stood and worked to |
do good, and in Gods providence
tried to be the means of saving the
lives of people who were nothing to
him?
Thus his thoughts ran over and over |
again, repeating themselves like the
voices of hooking demons, while out
wardly he labored on as unremitting-
ly IS though no influences of the kind
were at work, piling on fresh fuel for
flames, or pushing some burning log
into a better position and in that way
he won the victory.
Peace succeeded to the wild storm
of agitation which had momentarily
threatened Il engulf him. Thus the
night wore through.
With the morning came a great
calm. One would not have thought
that the ~sun-fecked waves which came
leaping IN, White-crested and tumult-
uous, to meet the stern barrier of
rocks, and crawl up, up almost to
their SUBMITS, could DE aught but
,nIawfrf IN thnSr fn~nn -
treacherous beauty-tbat of the sea.
Too tired TO notice the beauty of the
transition from storm to sunshine,
Owen walked slowly home. His work
was done, and he must rest.
Late in the day he started out for a
walk He was in that miserable state
of mind which oftentimes follows some
great exaltation Of spirit. The thought
that Annis had gone away without his
seeing her again weighed upon his
mind like an unwelcome incubus.
At the voice Of Robert Hunter, who
stopped to accost him, he shrank and
tiembled as though in pain, but he
listened as intently IS though his life
depended upon what he was about to
say. Had he proposed TO Annis, and
had he been accepted?
Glenn he began, II wish you and
4 could change places about last
nights work.
sfit's rather late for that now" was
the quiet answer.
I'm fully aware of the fact, and
that's what / regret about it. I'm
afraid I'm disbed in a certain direc-
tom
What do you mean2" asked Owen,
with sudden interest.
sWhy. If you believe it, / might
Just as well have left my visit unpaid
last night; indeed. had far better have
done so. Annis was so interested at
the chance Of there being a ship out
side IN distress that II was all IcOuld