Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-09-11

motor because of that which was ahead.
Devlin didn't know that. He only knew
lump, DAM" Casco roared. For Gods
sake! She's falling!'
He knew that. He jerked off his sea
boots. Then look the other way, he
cried, If We will have it,
MAYBE the uprush of the furnace helped,
~ or thought of the girl in the boat, but
little Danny Devlin never stopped to look
down or to measure the distance of his won
derful leap. A step backward he took-he
sensed though he never saw the oiltank catch
and blow up. Straight up out OF the narrow
gallery he went and across the abyss and
down-ninety feet high he was when he
turned over in the air and dived headfore-
most at the sea. Behind him oiltank, tower
top, and all disappeared in a roar that was
heard half the length of Laughing Devil
coast.
Thirty feet of rock Devlin sailed over, be-
tween the tower and the sea, when he struck,
going SO deep that when he rose to the top
it was with bursting lungs and the pro-
longed snort of a spouter.
Wool" said Keeper Devlin. Il fetched
mud all right that time"
The white lifeboat was over him in min
ute; but he thrust Captain Casco's big arm
aside, gripping the gunnel.
lem, lad, I'm a sight Why did you
fetch herr" he said in a tragic whisper.
Have a slicker ready, for Heavens sake,
when climb in!"
Hastily he explained, and Casco's face
grew red. Devlin saw the roar coming, and
the men in the boat knew too.
"You burnt 'em in the lamp" Casco
gurgled. For wick? To light the afro
plane, Danny? Oh, for the love o Mike
Pantswick"
DANNY DEVLIN didn't know it then;
= but he was rechristened forever out
there in the tumbling lifeboat, in the glare
of the burning lighthouse. Into the boat he
had to climb unaided; for Casco could not
help him.
The Inspector sat back there grinning like
a hyena in brass buttons, -maybe thinking
of another occasion not long ago,-but
Danny did not care Bundled in Cascos
slicker, he crawled aft. He was thinking of
the call that had come up to him. And Sara
did not mind the water dripping from him.
The life savers were incapable of seeing any
thing, and the inspector, to his everlasting
honor, stared out to sea.
"Medals?" said Keeper Devlin later on.
after that night on the beach. What goods
them blarneyin' medals? u. S. Depart
ment o Lighthouses an Life Savin, fer
Valor," he quoted in deep disdain. IF
hadn't done my duty, they'd We bounced
me, wouldn't they9 I'D got it where them
geese got it out on the light. faint medals
want"
He scorned such gewgaws; so Sara wore
it. 1t was all in the family, as Captain Casco
said later.
For what Danny Devlin got and priced
came not many days after his feat on top of
the old Barnegat lighthouse.
A shrewd little man, who was all business,
interviewed him, member of the successful
war aeroplane syndicate.
I'VE amt allowed to take no rewards;
Cover ment won't stand for it, Devlin told
him. Only" he glanced down at the
clothes he wore, and the aeroplane man
smiled Understandings.
you lost peajacket, and-er-a pair Of
-er-trousers, believer" he said. Danny
had good, double thick, eight-dollar ones.
1T was brilliant idea using them for SUBJ
stitute," the man said admiringly. "You
might have caught your death of cold. The
syndicate is not offering any reward, not at
all; but you really should be recompensed
for actual outlay. Incidentally, it-they,
mean-saved our trial machine and made US
millions. If you'll just look over this paper
and hand it to Mrs.-Miss Emmit. mean
Delighted to We met you, Mr.. Devlin. and
wish you all happiness-just got time to
catch my train"