Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1911-11-08
THE CHILDREN's
HEROlSM
y F. A. Mitchell
Copyright By American press Asso-
citation, 1911.

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but very beautiful region. Artists 20
there to get subjects for their pic
lures. which they find not only In the
scenery. but In the simple peasantry
which lives there. On that coast ara
lighthouses such as really protect
ships from going ashore in every civil
lied country.
One Of these lighthouses was recent
~ the scene Of story-a real story
such as few authors Of fiction can in
vent. story full Of pathos. Of hero
ism. Of a great work In protecting the
lives Of many who were sailing or
steaming over the ocean unconscious
OF what was going on under the light.
In the dwelling portion Of this light
house the keeper lay dying. He had
that morning been In his usual health.
but was suddenly taken Ill. Never
theless he kept at his work Of prepar-
ing the Light against the evening. His
wife knew nothing about the lamps or
the machinery by which they were
made to alternately shine and disap-
pear. His children were 4 boy and q
girl-the boy nine. the girl eleven yearp
old. There was no one near the light
house to call upon to take mp the light
house keepers duties when the night
came.
Nor was there any doctor that could
administer to his physical ailments.
The keeper grew worse. Stu he kept
at his work till the afternoon when he
was obliged to give up and 60 to bed.
He had cleaned the lamps. hlled them
with oil and in every way got them
ready to be lighted, but either he had
not had time or the strength to wind
up the great weights that turned the
machinery. causing the revolutions
revolutions by which the light was
made to fash.
When night came on the keeper was
drawing his last breath. His wife
was praying by his bedside; his chill
dren were standing wondering at this
their first sight Of death-death that
made their mother widow and them
There were a few long
breaths. the intervals between them
growing greater, rattle In the throat
and the keeper was dead.
AS soon as the widow could suff1-
GENTLY recover from the death scene
she thought Of the lives that might
be wrecked from her husbands being
thus suddenly taken away from his
work Of protection. 1t was danger
BUS coast. Shippers had been used to
seeing the light and counting the Sec
Dnds between its flashes. and then they
knew where they were. If It failed to
shine they would run out Of their
courses.
The widow reused herself. and, tax
ing her children with her. went up into
the lighthouse. She lighted the lamps,
but she could not make the machinery
revoive. A light that did not fash In
the place where fiashlight should be
would be as misleading to sailors as no
light at all.
The little girl placed herself at the
revolving apparatus and found that 1t
turned easily. She pushed it around.
the circuit under her mothers
direction in the time 1t was used to
revolve. then she said to her mother:
Mamma, 60 back to father. We
will turn the machinery and
make the light fash"
So the mother. whose grief. more
keen than that Of childhood. Slapped
her powers, went back to the bedside
Of her dead husband to pray. leaving
her children the only barrier between
lives out on the ocean and the rocks
that were ready to engulf them. The
girl turned till she was tired. then her
little brother took up the work. When
he became tired she relieved him.
And so the children worked on while
their father lay dead below and their
prayed beside him. And the
captains and the sailors on the vessels
that passed. coming and going. looked
at the light and wondered that 1t now
lost. now gained. few seconds And
persons In their berths below slept
not dreaming that they owed
their lives to girl Of eleven and a
boy Of nine.
Midnight passed. the small hours OF
the morning came. and the children.
toiling on. began to think Of the rest
that day would bring them. How
they. especially the boy. kept awake Is
a marvel. And now faint but well
come gray streak appears In the east
A dim outline Of the uneven land be-
gins to be apparent. But the children
work on, turning. ever turning. What
though the interval between the flashes
lengthen as their little legs grow hard
to move and their steps shorter! The
dawn lightens, the white breakers drst
grow plain. then the black promon-
tories against the sky. then botn iano
and ocean.
Mamma" called the girl. may we
not stop now?'
ssvao INV child. n IA HOht The sail