The Red Cloud chief., 1901-02-22
Phil. the Fisherman's Son.

ashore. Ye Amt any like yer father,
AM"
"Oh, don't ma'am," pleaded the big
hoy at the window.
An ye amt like yer brother-both
on EN- iayln' out there on Georges till
tho las trump soun's. Ken ye tell ef
we've got any spunk er goahead about
yea. at all. sides wantin' ter go ter
SCHOOL,"
Phil did not answer. only looked
sullsniy and ~unseeingly out OF the
window at the driving sleet that
threatened at times to dash In the
panes. When an occasional lull came.
a glimpse Of the blackstone" was
caught. with the ocean spray dashing
to an enormous height along the rocky
coast. The storm OF words from Pills
stepmother. and the raging Of the ele-
ments without both helped to stir up
a strange commotion In the breast OF
the fsherman's boy. He looked out,
and felt that he would rather face \
sleot and the wind.
Now. as he gaEed DULY into the ~
roar without, In an instant his eye
dllated, and his vision suddenly glowed
with a certain intelligence that nearly
betrayed itself by a quick ejaculation
from his parted lips. He got closer to
the window and looked moro intently.
Then. without a word he jumped to his
feet. and. catching up his hat, made
for the door.
As he passed out into the yard, he
stopped at an old shed. and taking up
a gun aud a heavy hank OF codline
that lay in a corner, he was out and
away In a moment. making for h
back shore as fast as his sturdy legs
would carry him. He followed a beaten
path over knobs and hollows, and
keeping his gaze fixed steadily before
him. he at length buffeted. his way
through the fierce tempest to the long
popple beach.
Yesl There was no doubt OF 1t. now
"a schooner had struck on Wolf Bar
and most of the crew had taken to Ia
rigging. The tide vas low, and tile
storm had tossed the vessel upon that
unlucky shoal, where so many others
had found their grave.
Phil did not stop to ask himself
what was the best thing to be dom
He knew what to do. as he had seen
his father act promptly In a like situa-
ton only two winters before. 1t was
impossible. he knew, for his line to
-n.ah sha anhAnnnr FROM tho hAQHh
There was nothing for him but to get
out on Table Rock, ten feet distant.
He watched his chance. Meantime.
every passing moment was n OF
wretchedness and misery for tho
shrieking men out there In the storm.
At times the breakers were enormous.
Phil must hurry II he would do any
thing.
Now or never, he thought. ~ the
fury u the waves lessened q bit. Hold
Ing the gun high over his head, with
out hesitation he al down into the
bitterly cold water that surged and
swelied to his arm-plts. but he reached
the rock safely, and climbed upon IL,
soaked and shivering. He could hard
ly keep his feet. but he uncolled the
line. and fixed the stick fastened at
the end Of 1t into the gun muzzle,
With his heart pounding Aercely, he
raised the gun. and carefully sighting
over the vessels deck. he touched the
trigger.
Like a live thing and almost as
swift as light. the line shot out from
the rocks. Holding its end firmly. he
watched Il %anxlously rs the wind bore
Il out OF its course, until--thank God
1T fell and hung over the bow. HI
saw one of the poor fellows force hi'
way along the flooded decks and grasI
the line Just as 1t seemed about to b.
blown away. He watched him will
oil his heart in his eyes as he mad
his perilous way up the rigging, will
a heavy rope bound to the line. In
moment Phil heard:
Pull away"
Jumping Into the seething waite
again. and just escaping being caugh
In a breaker, he ran high upon tn
shore. and hauled In the rope as rapid
ly as he could. Winding Its stout en-
about the base OF a small boulder an
securing IL. he waved his arms to tn
men In the rigging. In their danger
GUS place they made the rope taut an
attached to II a string running loo
Of canvas. A brave young fellow wa
the first to test II, and drawing him
self along with all his strength, b
soon found himself by Phil's sid
Back went the loop by means OF
line the men had tied to II and ashoI
came another man. and DO on. unit
the crew of fourteen found themselv'
thanking God and blessing Phil thi
they were safe ashore again, thoue
they we're the losers OF nearly all the
earthly possessions.
Somehow or other, the storm-beat'
party at last found It's way to Il
house OF Mrs. Torrey. Pills ste
mother. That Mrs. Torrey did posse
heart was evidenced by her since
and tireless efforts TO make tie ha,
drowned men comfortable; and tn
aha aucaaaded In doing 40 was MIA