The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1902-01-18

asked, as he turned to go down the
steps into the darkness,
That night the grandfather had burnt
fish for supper, and little Marie's slum-
Der was by no means peaceful When
she sleepily stretched out her little
hands to ward off the disturber of her
rest, they fell upon a hot face, were
caught, and kissed again and again.
BY day the two rivals had al
ready left the island. Karl had sailed
for Hamburg on fshing-smack and
Hans Frerik had taken advantage of
the tide to float out to open sea. His
mate, rough Frieslander of the genu-
inc stamp, drew anchor, and. after the
sails were set, the east wind drove the
the boat rapidly seaward. The two
men and the half-grown boy who ac-
companied them drew yellow oil-skins
over their thick friese jackets, the boy
at the same time producing demijohn
and offering it, with sly grin, to the
mate. The latter passed it to Hans
Freril1, who refused it with gesture,
and then busted himself with the fish
ing-gear.
| Farther and farther receded the
shore, until only the faintest line re-
manned visible through the gray morn
ing twilight. Against the dreary hori-
zon they saw the lighthouse stand like
a defiant soaking, while beyond them
the foam-crested waves surged against
the sandbank of Scharharn. Steering
one point more toward the west, they
left to starboard this dangerous bank
so dreaded by larger vessels. The quiet
highway of the sea soon became a scene
of action; many ships that had been
lying at anchor now resumed their out
ward course. Far and near could be
heard the peculiar. half-melancholy
half-arrogant cry of the busy crews,
which, sounding but two notes, takes
the place of song among German
sailors. These trembling tones, min
gled with the scream of the sea-gulls,
swept the leaden surface of the water,
upon which, at intervals, buoy. COW
cred with seaweed and clinging crea-
lures of the deep, danced at the end of
it's long chain. Several times had OBJ
servant Hans uneasily scanned Sky and
sea. Heavy clouds of rolling mist hung
low over the water. For half-hour
the wind had shifted restlessly, veering
now this way, now that. There was
nothing unusual in this, but the I'M
natural, brazen hue of the unbrol1en
eXpanse of upper air, which the rays of
the sun, still below the horizon, could
not affect, gave the men in the boat
cause for anxious doubt.
Data, Ei1f hoA
reason to shake his head thoughtfully
over Maya, and to keep little Marie
with him that she might not suffer
from her mothers strange mood.
Under Marya's black hair, wild
thoughts ranked like fiery darts; she
did her work, as before, singing the
same melancholy song. She often
stopped with laugh, shrill as the
scream of the sea-gulls that fluttered
about the tower, brushing with shy
wing against the windows; once the
old man heard her talking loudly tC
herself in words he could not under
stand.
Peter Eilt, the experienced, weather
wise seaman, saw nothing good in the
ominous change of the weather. After
extinguishing his lights, he looked out
from his high gallery into the early
morning twilight, and, as was his Gus
tom, offered a silent prayer of thank
fulness for the quiet night that had en-
!, dangered neither life nor property. HI
shook his head gravely over the strang'
: appearance of the sky. ...r
Il ''God save u.s." he murmured: "Han
!. Frerik will see it out there and will b.
home in time" ,-s-
! 81 wish that he would stay there
| that neither mouse nor plank of his de
tested boat would ever again see oul
: shore. | wish that 1, and you, ant
everything could go down with it
that would be the best way to gail
: rest" exclaimed Marya, in dull, sup
pressed tone.
With an unnatural excitement, will
glittering eyes and heaving bosom, sh'
had assembled to the lantern for /,