Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1907-03-04
Ole PILLAR
OF LIGHT
BY LOUIS TRACY,
author Of The Wings Of the Morning
Copyright, 1904, By Edward J clodo

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in the first place, he caused a rope
90 De swung from the gallery to the
doorway. II cnv doubt were enter
"A tanned as "a the grave risk attending
St8uhuro's enterprise it was promptly
N dfsnellcd by tho extreme difficulty met
N with in accomplishing this compare
N lively simple task. Even a heavy
piece Of wood slung to the end Of the
niuctv odd feet Of cord necessary did
N not prevent the wind from flashing the
VI weighted end in furious plunges sea-
ward. At last a sailor caught the
swinging block with boat hook. The
N man would have been carried away by
climbing wave had not his mites
perceived his danger and held him.
4 Then two life buoys were attached to
other ropes IN case there might be
some slight chance Of using them The
4 tackle which the unfortunate captain
of the Chinook had cast adrift was
utilized 10 construct safety lines in
the entrance way. Loops were fasten-
cd 20 them. I'm which six Of the strong
rst men available were secured against
the chance Of being swept through the
door 90 instant death.
Meanwhile the three vessels had
steamed close 10 the moOring buoy,
which. it will be remembered, lay in
fun view Of the kitchen window. Con
stance gave them n casual glance Be
NJ ing verScd i'm the ways Of the sea. she
NJ Instantly discovered that some unusual
"a event was aStir
She called her sisters attention to
the maucuvers of the steamers. One,
the Trinity tender. lay broadside on to
the incoming tide.
They are lowering a boat 1 do de-
clare She announced after they had
watched the proceedings for Il little
while with growing curiosity. At the
distance. nearly 600 yards, it was diff
icult to- discern exactly what was tax
ing place.
NO boat can live If it comes near
the rock" cried Enid. And then a wild
thought brought her heart to her
mouth
ooh. Connie" she cried in q sudden
access Of terror. Il feel sure that Jack
IS doing something desperate to save
us! Dad knows. They all know. but
they would not tell us. That is why
Mr. pyne has not been near us fol-
hours"
1T cannot be. No one would permit
IT, Father would never give his sane
ton Enid. my dear one, why do YOU
say such things? You frighten me"'
But Constance's lips were bloodless
and her eyes diatcd with the feal
which she. too. would fain deny.
They were pcrched so high above TIT
sea that the dancing hillocks of greer
water could not wholly obscure tn
stoutly built craft which bObbed int
startling prominence round the sterl
Of the tender.
1T is, 1t is" shrieked Enid. "LoOE
Connie There is Jack kneeling in tn
bow. Oh dear! Oh. dear! Is he mad
Why don't they stop him? l cannC
bear to look Connie. tell me-shall
see him drowned before my eyesY
The girl was distraught, and her si'
ter was in little better plight. Fa
cinated. speechless, clinging to eac
other like panic stricken children, the
followed the leaping boat with Il
CLASSY stare of those who gaze ope
N eyed at remorseless death.
They scarce understood what was
ward.
As the boat. strong craft, yet SUI
mere speck of stanch life in the tur
bling seas, was steadily impelled nea
er they saw the tug lurch ahead of Il
other vessels until n line was throw
and caught by StanhOpe. who instaI
" fastened it round his waist. IT
Sewers wore cork jackets. but he w
quite unprotected Bareheaded, wi
his we'll knit limbs shielded only by
jersey. loose fitting trousers and ca
vas shoes. he had declined to hamp
his freedom of movement with t
CumbrouS equipment so essential
any one who might be cast adrift
that dreadful sea.
The girls. even in their dumb agoI
We're DULY conscious of a scurry
feet up and down the stairs. What
IL matter: They paid heed to nau:
save the advancing boat now deep
the trough of a wave, now perch
precariously on n lofty crest. Whoe-
nc AoMtlS NtAC. lutg uuSleu VIII
10 the instructions given by the gall;
youth who peered so boldly into
wilderness ahead. The flying fo
and high tossed spray gave to
lighthouse the semblance of alternat
lifting and lowering its huge fra
amid the furious torrents that en-,
cled IT, Nerves of steel, strong hea
and true. were needed by those "
would voluntarily enter that watt
inferno
Yet the men at the oars did not fal
nor turn their heads. They pull
evenly and well, with the short, d.
sunken stroke of the. fisherman,
Stanhope. now that they were aim
in the vortex where the waves
their regularity. produced a pad
wherewith to twist the boats head
meet each r1lrn and swirl