The daily morning Alaskan., 1902-09-14

and the sight strengthened and neryed her for the hvc mile Journey to St Michel
 Suddenly. when scarcely half a mile .ut. the boat seemed Co strike n new current. Rabettc caught her breath sharply as she felt the strong, resist less power sweep her from her course and she bent over the oars with set close lips and tense muscles, but it was useless. The deep swelling rush ot waters carried her northward, straight on Co the middle channel of the strait The wind bad come mp again ana ragged over Che lakc like a wild beast Then. without warning, there rose be- fore her the jagycd cruel line of the lee foe. and the next moment the waves had thrown the boat as if it had been a leaf full upon it. lnstinctlvely Babcttc had risen at that last awful instant. AS the boat crashed Into the fee with shock that made it leap and trcmble she sprung forward and calncd footing on the fec foe, a sllyht pcrilous oue Co bc sure. but one that meant safety for the moment at leJSt
 Already Che little boat had 'disap' pearcd In thc whirlpool of dashing wa- ters. and BUbcttc.s heart beat fast as she looked about her on her new craft IL was large: it seemed 0s large as Prcs1ue Isic itself. and at first it ap- pcar,d stationary. But when she had reached its center she could facl the slow. steady motion as lt swept on to- wnrd Lake Huron.
 And now cane the division of the channel and Babette's heart almost stopped its frightened beating as she thought of what would happen if the hoc drifted north of AlgOnac island and out on Che great pltilcss waters Of the lake.
 With husbcd breath she waited. The foe was hcayng SO that she could hardly retain her place, but ot last thc pine crcsts of Algonac showed on her loft. and she knew she would pass St. Michel With fingers Stinened by the cold she untiod the red scarf from about her head and let the wind blow lt like a danger signal above her as she caught a glimpse of the lighthouse on the west pier. So ncar it seemed, she placed her hand Co her mouth and shouted. but her voice sounded like a rccdbirrs pipe lu the noise of the rush ing waters.
 She was opposite Che town now. She could see the waves break on the pier and vet there was no sign of help. With @ fcaricssucss born of dcspera' tion she struggled Co her feet and waved the scarf wildly. and suddenly a figure appeared on the lighthouse ladder Again she waved and tried Co call The figure signalcd back and ron along the pier toward town.
 It was Landry Dubois. He burst Into the warm hack room at old Mime. For teau's brcathlcss and hatlCss.
 "It Is Pcte's Babette," be cried to the crowd of fishermen and sailors hud- dlcd about Che blg wood stove. "Shc Is on the lee. drifting out Co the lake"
 In five minutes thc news had spread. and Che shore wos crowded, while the strongest boat m Che place was manned. with Landry at the rudder, and stout arms pulled away 10 the res cue of Pcte's BabCtte And when they brought her back half frozen and half dead and gave her Into Mme For teau's care she told her errand in the warm back room told how Pete lay dying without food or medicine and how unless help was sent there would be no light shining from Presque Isle that night
 "Thc light shall shine" promised Landry. and ihc waves that had laughed at Babette's little boat bowed before Che mastcrful stroke of ten pairs of St Michcrs strongest arms as they manned the boat that bore Ba- bette and provisions and medicine back to PrcsQuc Isle.
 "Thou hast saved his life, little ouc," said Landry. when they stood In thc Kitchen where Nero Nric stin prayed But Babctte only smiled and nodded her head. and she went on Co the light house.
 The winter twilight was falling swiftly. and tho wind had gone down like one tired with its mad play. Far to the west she could see boat strug' gllng slowly up Che strait, It's lights gleaming now and then like jewels. She llt the lamp with fingers that trembled, and the broad path of light streamed out over the point. Babette's birds could fly in safety tonight, and below Landry Dubois held aloft a red scarf and told its story, even as it is told today around the islands of the stralt-thc story of Pote's Babette.
 When Ladies Wore Masks.
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