The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1893-12-30
CopYRleHTED By J. BLIpPINcOTT COMPANY

| lock Rip, from Montauk to Sand Hook.
He had crowned his life-work by be
coming pilot in New York harbor, and
had taken many q big steamer into
Sandy Hook in safety. Lastly
he had settled down tc
the retired and comfortable position OF
light-keeper at Hedgefence Light. He
had married early in life, and had now
one son only out of four-children and
mother long since dead. Though now
nearly 80 years of age, he was still
strong, hale, and hearty. His hair was
scant and gray, but his blue eyes were
undimmed, and his heart belied his
years. Cheerful, though, like all sea-
folks, rather silent, he accepted the
quiet outcome of an eventful and labor
ious life as "a great marcy it was no
wuss." The pay was small, but it had
sustaining regularity in pleasing con!
trast with the uncertain income of fish,
ing-life. The work was rather monot-
onous, yet its very steadiness and
regularity suited HIM, and he was
cheerfully serene, as man might well
be in such quiet and solitary place.
To many minds il is very comforting
to have certain fixed duties TO be per-
formed at certain fixed hours 1t saves
mental strain. The clock strikes, and
there is SO much TO be done. No
hurry, because it will take about so
long to do II, and when done the clock
will kindly announce the time for an
other duty. 4 clock in such work
saves the trouble of keeping the mind
fixed on anything beyond the mere
work to be done. In fact, it becomes
kind of mental spring to ease the
rough places in the path of duties.
Half the world would be worried TO
death If it had to think to go to work
every morning. The factory-whistle
is great mercy to many peo-
pie. So with Breeze johnson the
tall wooden clock in the kitchen, relic
of his former housekeeping days, was
n duty-marker that saved all bother of
thinking. He could sit in his big
wooden armchair at the door and look
out on the little harbor and town at
ease with all the world. When the
clock struck C it would be urper-time,
and, that duty done, came lighting
up time" AS he sat there resting and
musing in his silent fashion, he saw
the white steamboat come in, and OBJ
se-ved Mr.. Manning's yacht drop down
the channel and steer away for
Vineyard
Gurus how some folks look at the
sea. There's my son Sam gone off
with that party. Sailin' for. pleasure,
they call it. 1t amt exactly whalin',
Or pilotin', or fishin'. That's work;
and fm'glad I'm well quit of the water
Sans young, andhe can stand that kind
o muse ment. Dare say bcin' skipper
to u yacht is better'n tradin' on
schooner. Pays more regular and the
,ity..folks on the yachts call it pleas
nrin'. Seems to do 'em good. They
illus start out lookin' peaked, and
come back lool<in powerful smart for
such slim folks. Here's Mai Must lie
most supper-time."
The young girl came along the path
looking bright and handsome as if
pleased with herself and all the world
When she reached the door she quietly
stopped and kissed the old man on his
Dronzed and wrinlSled forehead.
"Sam has decided to stay at home
his trip, father"
That's why you're SO smilin' round
he mouth"
Eyes. I'm very glad. It's so
pleasant to have him at home"
who's took Sans placer
81 do not know. I'm not exactly |
'ure that he has not sailed; yet l feel |
'ure from what he said that he meant |
% stay at home this trip, if he could |
Ind a substitute.
Haven't seen anything of that |
Mister Yedstick to-day. Seemed to be |
powerful interested in whalin' and |
.hings Kinder clever sort o. man,
Ind seems to want to know bout |
.hings."
ut must be nearly supper time,
'ather. Are you ready for it?''
oh, I'm ready. Suppose it's gettin'
long lords o'clock
She entered the house, and in few |
returned and found the old |
nan still seated in his big chair and |
me DlOnu RianU Ills son SCanQlng be-
lore him, apparently wrapped in deep
thought.
"Oh, Sam! thought you would stay |
1t home. set plate for you. Come;
ready"
The young man looked at her and
smiled, and then said to his father
81 can afford it by that time, and it |
IS better to fix day than to drift |
along not knowing exactly the bear
ngs o. things"
'HMebby you're right, Sam. Mebby |
you're right"
What IL the Cape Cod turkey, cooked |
IN one of the most charming styles in |
which that gracious bird ever appears,
formed the staple of the simple meal? |
What il the tea was green and the |
bread yellow with saleratus? When |
owes around the board the plainest |
'are's feast For the old man there !
vas the peace and contentment of a