The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1903-07-25

"Where is Bessie? She was walk
ing with Mr.. Brevard."
II will inquire about her ar1 meet
you at the landing"
Bessie? Girl In white sailor hat Z
/ saw her go on the first boat with
dark-haired man." Others con.
firming this statement, the Birdlings
were satisfied and embarked without
delay. But another white sailor hat
had been seen and the girl who wore
il was Jessie. Our Bessie was care
fully putting some shells in a wrist
bag she carried when Mr.. Brevard
whose attention had at last been
drawn from her to the cloud, began
to realize their danger.
1.-THE wind has changed, and these
breakers are much larger than when
we left the fort, but with haste, we
may reach the lighthouse before a
storm"
The distance was greater than he
imagined, and they faced a wind that
soon blew a perfect gale. When the
breaking waves forced channel
through the beach and thus separated
them from their starting point she
sank weary and disheartened to the
| ground.
Miss Birding, shall never forgive
myself for this"
1T was who insisted on gather.
ing more shells"
would you be afraid, IL left you
alone to search crossing? First lei
me make you more comfortable"
| He scooped out nest in the wet
sand and surrounded il with brusl
gathered near, but, althoughthus pro
tected, the Is minAtes Bessie spent
there alone seemed to her almost an
eternity. Gazing over the dreary sane
dunes, she thought of the bones OF
soldiers left to bleach among them
and almost expected to see skeleton
arm or grinning skull uncovered
by the gale. Overhead, the blac;
mass had broken into tattered frag
ments of cloud like huge vulture,
futtering above. Then the wind.
mournful monotone would sometime.
rise into shrek.
"The creeping tide crept up along tn,
sand
And DER and DER the sand;
And round and round the sand
And never home came She"
Why did Kingsley's lines come to
her like a foreboding strain? Would
the fate of his heroine be hers? Why
did Mr.. Brevard remain so long?
Mr.. Brevard, by devious ways had
reached "a point much nearer the
lighthouse, and drawing handker,
chief from his pocket to wave from q
pole, also drew out box of matches
This suggested a bonfire. With the
dry driftwood around he kindled a
blaze which managed to maintain
itself in spite of wind and rain. Then
taking torch from the pile he waved
it aloft, and was rejoiced to see an
answering signal.
| Other excursionists had remained
on the island, for the water became
too rough for the last rowboat to
venture out to the feet. These were
enjoying the hospitality of the light,
house keepers wife; some examining
marine curiosities. and some admirin9
in safety, the sublimity of the storm
| when one of them exclaimed:
THAT must be signal of distress!'
The keepers long spyglass sOor
discovered Mr.. Brevard, with Bessie
in the distance; then every man vol
unteered for rescue. The cut off was
narrow, but dangerous. and the bridge
they succeeded in making. rather un
steady, though Bessie crossed il
without accident. Under Mr.. Bre
Yards greater weight and firmer steT
some logs gave way and bore him into
the swift current below. Strong arms
then laid hold of the rope which he
had secured about his waist and he
was soon standing on the beach with
no injury but few bruises and a
very briny soaking.
| 81 saved a few of those dearly
bought Shells" said Bessie, as they
were enjoying the nice hot supper
prepared for them.
."You may add my book as a sou
venir."
She displayed the little bag which
hung on her arm through all the ad
venture, and he handed her his copy
of Legends and Lyrics" much tn,
worse for contact with salt water
Mrs. Brevard still preserves thai
wristbag and bluebound book in re
membrance of the most eventful day
in remarkably placid life-N. o
Times-Democrat.