Daily Arizona silver belt., 1909-04-16

Of waters, but she could catch a glimpse of the dear old lighthouse and It's round top above the tallest wave, and the sight strengthened and nerved her for the five mile journey to St.
 Michel.
 Suddenly, when scarcely half a mile out, the boat seemed to strike a new current Babette 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 1t
 vas useless. The deep, swelling rush of waters carried her northward, straight on to the middle channel of the strait. The wind had come up again and ragged over the lake Ike a wild beast. Then, without warning. there rose before her the jagged, cruel line of the ice foe, and the next mo- ment the waves had thrown the boat as if it had been a leaf full upon it. Instinctively Babette had risen at that last awful instant. As the boat crash cd into the ice with shock that made 1t leap end tremble she sprang for ward ard gained footing on the ice foe, slight, perilous one, to be sure. but one that meant safety, for the mo- ment at least.
 Already the little boat had disap- peared in the whirlpool of dashing wa ters. and Babette's heart beat fast as she looked about her on her new craft. It was large. It seemed as large as Presque Isle itself, and at first it ap- peared stationary. But when she had reached It's center she could feel the slow. steady motion as it swept on to- ward Lake Huron.
 Ard now came the division of the channel, and Babette's heart almost stepped its frightened beating as she thought of what would happen if the foe drifted north of Algonac island and out on the great, pitiless waters of the lake.
 With hushed breath she waited. The foe was heaYing so that she could hardly retain her place, but at last the pine crests of Algonac showed on her left, and she knew she would pass St. Michel. With fingers stiffened by the cold, she united the red scarf from about her head and let the wind blow 1t like a danger signal above her as she caught glimpse of the lighthouse on the west pier. So near.it seemed she placed her hand to her mouth and shouted. but her voice sounded like reedbird's pipe in the noise of the rushing waters.
 She was opposite the town now. She could see the waves break on the pier, and yet there was no sign of help. With a fearlessness born of despera- tion she struggled to her feet and waved the scarf wildly, and suddenly figure appeared on the lighthouse ladder. Again she waved and tried to call. The figure signaled back and ran along the pier toward town.
 It was Landry Dubois. He burst into the warm back room at old Mime. Por- teau's breathless and hatless.
 Tt is Pete's Babetter' he cried to the crowd of fishermen and sailors hud- dled about the big wood stove. "She Is on the ice, drifting out to the lakev'
 In five minutes the news had spread, and the shore was crowded, while the strongest boat in the place was manned, with Landry at the rudder, and stout arms pulled away to the rescue of Pete's Babette And when they brought her back half frozen and half dead and gave her into Mime. Porteau's care she told her errand in tke 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.
 "The light shall shine" promised Landry, ard the waves that had laughed at Babette's little boat bowed before the masterful stroke of ten pairs of St. Michel's strongest arms as they manned the boat that bore Ba- bette and provisions and medicine back to Presque Isle.
 "Thou hast saved his life, little one" said Landry when they stood in the kitchen where Mere M'rie still prayed. But Dabette only smiled and nodded her head, and she went on to the light house.
 The winter twilight was falling swiftly, and the wird had gone down like one tired with its mad play. Far to the west she could see boat strug- gling slowly up the strait, its lights glcaming now and then like jewels. She lit 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 red scarf and told it's story, even as it is