The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1894-02-10
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it's opinion of life and the world. To
the young man 1t seemed like the cry
Of a lost soul. Not enough of a woods
man to know what 1t might be, he
thought it a human cry; and 1t was
only when he turned aside towards
the shore that he began to think II
might be some unknown wild creature
In the forest.
At that moment a solitary wave
burst upon the shore with startling
distinctness. He must be very near
lest he fall over the low bluff by the
shore. The water ran screaming back,
and then he heard again the harsh
hooting behind him. lie paused to
listen. 1t seemed more distant, rs If
the bird had moved away. He would
waste no more time in foolish fears.
1t was only some wild creature stray.
ing down to the shore from the deeper
woods in the center of the island.
The next instant he stepped upon
something that moved, and instantly
he sprang back in little tremor OF
alarm. Something rustled in the grass
Drops of cold perspiration started on
his face and hands. The unknown
was terrible, and, though he had never
seen rattlesnake, his guilty heart
proclaimed one in the grass. He could
not reason with himself how unlikely
this was, or that it was some harmless
snake innocently asleep in the beach.
grass, or perhaps some sill more in
nocent toad.
Before he fairly recovered from this
weak fright he was stunned with a
deafening, roaring clang 1t was the
fog-bell at the light. Its murmurous
note rose and fell in tremulous waves
of sound that seemed to chill his
heart. To his surprise, he found that
he was close up to the white fence of
the lighthouse grounds. The i'm
mense fog bell had been started, and
would boom and roar Mt intervals
roared in the darkness off to the
right
The young man steadied himself
against the damp picket fence and
tried to laugh away his fears, but at
that instant there was u hoarse cry in
the air overhead. A wild-goose sailed
"honking" through the darkness. To
Royal Yardstickie it was an uncarthly
ery-a frantic yell of despair. An in
slant later there was crash of falling
glass, and bright light close beside
him.
A girlish voice, brave and confident,
spoke:
"Who's there?"
cts me. It's only me-"
The light came nearer, shedding a
little globe of yellow light on the mist
and half revealing a youthful figure
in black.
"Who is it? What do you want
here?'
''Its only Mr.. Yardstickie, Miss
Johnson"
20! l thought it might be some
tramp, or some one lost in the fog.
have just wound up the
A roaring clang from the bell cut
short her speech. AS the wavy hum
ming sound died away, she finished
the fog-bell. Some bird must
have dashed into the light. / heard
the glass break. Won't you come imp"
well, no, thank you-not now.
Fact is, lost my way in the fog. I'll
find the right path and go home"
Take the Ian tern. You'll need it."
She drew near and held the lantern
mp to him over the fence. The light
shone on her face, but behind her there
stood gigantic shadow on the mist
fantastic and threatening.
"Why, how cold you look"
Il am little chilly. It's all right.
Thank you for the lantern. I'll go
back now"
You'll excuse me, because / must
90 In and help father about the poor
bird that tried to get at the light"
THAT you, Mai?" said q voice in the
darkness.
Eyes, father What is it?"
Got a fat goose Killed itself ag'i in
the light. Come help me fix the windy.
Hulloo that you, Mr.. Yarkstickie
Come and dine with us Tomorrow
wild goose and apple-sass. Come in,
Mai, and help me. Goodnight Mr..
Yardstickie."
The lantern in his hand seemed to
rattle. 1t was strange how his hand
shook. BY the aid of the tiny circle
of light he followed the white fence
toward the water. AS he turned that
way cold wind blew in his face, and
over the invisible water came faint,
blood-chilling moan. His very heart
stood still with terror. Then he re-
membered the buoy, and tried to
reassure himself and follow the fence
until he should meet the path Again
the moan, this time ut his very feet
He started forward, and there, fallen
on the wet grass beside the yellow
boulder that he knew so well lay q
form in black. He held the lantern
with trembling hand over the pros
trate figure 1t moaned slightly and
he stopped and drew aside the black
lace veil. It was Julie-Julie La
Favre-his wife.
Her face was wet with mist or tears.
Her hair lay in dark disordered strands
aver her neck and shoulders, and her
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