The Press., 1912-08-14

late distances or directions. He laugh cd rather scornfulIy at his foolish hopes when he had bought the motor boat. Cleo Adams was an ardent sailor, and he had planned many de lightful trips in the boat which as yet had no name. He wanted to call il after her.
 The doctor was now prepared to spend the night on the sound. He had not heard anything that might indi- cate the presence of other craft in his neighborhood. He concluded that all other boats must be anchored, waiting for the fog to lift. Of course he did not dare to enter the cabin of the launch and sleep.
 Just then a strange sound, odd enough heard there in the fog at 10 o'clock in the evening, smote upon his strained ears.
 It was the voice of woman singing. The sweet tones came tremulously across the water, and involuntarily the doctor turned his craft and headed in the direction of the voice.
 To his delight it grew louder and clearer as he went on this course, and now he could distinguish the words of the hymn:
 ''PuM for the shore. sailor, pull for the
 shore!"
 "It sounds as if it was meant for me-" he muttered, bending his head to peer through the fog for the first glimpse of the mysterious singer.
 Guided by the voice of the singer, who rendered verse after verse of the stirring song with tireless patience now that the first tremolo had been overcome, Dr. Morton drew nearer to the sound until a peculiar orange glow indicated the nearness of light.
 Could it be the entrance to Bell Harbor channel? If so, who was that singing there on the black rocks of the breakWater?
 He held to his course with the light on his left and, to his delight, left it behind. He was entering the channel and would soon be inside Bell Harbor.
 The voice suddenly stopped and then spoke in tones vaguely familiar to him-perhaps the fog disguised it.
 Boat ahoy!' 1t called.
 "Herew returned Morton quickly.
 "Is that Dr. MortonY'
 "Yes. Can I take you of? Am I needed2"
 there" as the boat jared against a large rock. Steady a moment!'
 A pale form moved out of the fog and without effort entered his boat, showing off from the rock before it groped to a seat beside him.
 If you will give me the wheel I can steer you directly to the wharf," said the voice of Cleo Adams calmly, and without a word the astonished physi- clan gave the wheel into her hands and slid along the seat to make room for her.
 How came you thereY"' he asked curiOusly, after he had related the de- tails of his being lost in the fog and how her singing had guided him safely to port.
 Her voice trembled slightly: "Simon Way told father you had gone out in the fog against his advice and that you had not returned. Father worried be- cause his lameness prevented him from coming to your rescue. I said nothing to them, but came out in my boat to look for you. It sprang a leak, and abandoned it and climbed on the rocks. was sure you could hear my voice and would find the way back" She spoke practically and, except for the tremble in her voice, appeared quite unmoved by the heroism of her deed.
 "YOu came out here to save my lifeT' he asked hOarsely.
 You saved my fathers life last win ter," she retorted, adding. "YOu are such a good doctor that we cannot af- ford to lose you, although I hear you are going away"
 "After last night you could hardly profess to care" he said bitterly
 Last night? 1 did not see you last night. In fact. was in Cloverton. They had sickness in Uncle Joe's fam ily." said Cleo.
 'Then who talked with me over your telephone?" he asked quickly.
 "It must have been Stella Morris. She was to remain with father and mother all night. What did she say? She is such giddy, thougtless girl'- Cleo faltered into silence as his words tumbled forth breathlessly in explana- ton.
 "What would you have said?" he de- handed.
 "Yes," whispered Cleo as their faces touched.
 When they named the doctors mo- tOrboat they called her the Fog Lady, and nobody knew save Dr. Morton and his wife just what it meant.