The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1894-04-07

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His spirit was broken. His daughter
had deserted him. He would go back
to the little port and end his days in
such peace as he could. His son, on
the other hand, had shown very diff
ferent spirit Just before the steamer
| started ahead he had moments in
terview with Judge Gearing on the
deck, and then he descended to his
boat, and the steamer left him to find
his schooner, which had gone to find
the trnant buoy. The interview had
been short, but it had given the young
man new life, new hope The very
day the buoy was brought back to the
Holl the young man had taken the
boat n New London, saying to his
father, as he Departed
Il love her. father. shall yet win
her back"
sunless she's married.
Eyes, unless-but l don't believe
that of her, father"
So he had gone away on some mys-
terious errand that seemed to the old
man like fiyin' in the face o. Provi-
dence"
He had come back armed with
science, and resolved to solve the riddle
of the whistling buoy.
As the old Captain climbed ont of his
cat-boat to the deck of the strange
schooner he was met by his son.
Here we are, father. Evervthing's
ready, and I'm going to work as soon
as the men have had dinner"
81 don't know, Sam, l don't know
anything bout such things, but it
seems TO me the foolishest thing / ever
heard of IN
II love her, father
That's it. That's it. No tellin
what Teller won't do for love.
Guess Id done it myself for your
mother; but it do look SO awful fool
ish-huntin' wreck what's been bur-
led under the sea nigh on to eighteen
years. Sides all that, Sam, it's costin'
all you've got in the world, and the
girls gagged to that whippersnapper."
81 don't care. | love her. I'm go
ing to explore that wreck if it takes
in this job. I'm doing it for Mai,
father; I'm doing it for Mai"
And God bless you for it, my boy!
and if i can help anyway, haulin'
ropes or workin' tackle, I'll do it, IS
long as my old bones uhold together"
The two men shook hands on the
deck of the schooner as it lazily rolled
on the swells, and the big black buoy
alongside gurg ed and whispered to it.
al ...f
content.
You shall work the pump, father.
when ! go down. ] can trust you at
the work better than any strangers"
The news that Sam johnson had ar
rived from New Haven in wreclling-
schooner and that he intended to cx-
plore the wreck of the lost ship filled
the lIoll with wonderland dsappoint-
ment. 1t must be treasure-ship. He
had got hold of some clue as to the
identity of the vessel, and intended to
go fishing for lost money-chests, bars
of gold, bags of diamonds old metals,
or other prizes Why had they not
grappled for these things years ago?
Fortunes had been fished up from
sunken vessels before this, and there
were as good fish in the sea of that
kind as ever were caught,-if you
knew where to put down you Crap
ping irons. Dinners were forgotten,
and the entire male population, with q
good sprinkling of girls and women,
were afoat in less than an hour,
swarming round the schooner and
bothering all on board with questions,
some serious, some sarcastic, some i'll
natured. Very few were in any mood
to see fellow-townsman pick up
fortune that had lain in reach of all
for years.
The.captain of the wrecking schooner
would not allow visitors to come on
board. His deck was numbered with
steam boilers and pumps, heavy tackle,
and other machinery, and visitors
would only,be in the way and interrupt
the work. So the good people had to
content themselves with rowing round
the schooner and commenting on her
outfit and wondering how it was to be
used After dinner the captain Of the
wreclier, Sam Johnson, in whose SER
vice he and his men were enlisted, and
Capt. Breeze johnson, had a consulta-
ton on deck
81 take it," said the captain, "this
wrecks pretty well kivered with mud
by this time"
Yes, there's some mud on her;
though you can still make out her gen.
eral shape from the keel and few
timbers that's there yet"
"All you expect is to see If there's n
chist or anything like that left in the
wreck
my idea," said Sam, SIS to explore
all the silt in and about the wreck
with a long iron rod-to spear the
wreck, SO to speak, like a man fishing
for cells through the ice-and, if the
rod strikes anything hard, to grapple
for it,"
"Don't believe it's ever going to pay
you. All you'll get up will be an old
anchor
That's nothing to do with it, pay
you for the search. It's no matter
what tya And Eyap m old ,,,e tx not