The Newport miner. [volume] (Newport, Wash.) 1899-current, 1912-07-18

MIN, monac1ng QeaCn IRON WHICH lie
had barely escaped.
The foghorn he had first heard had
not been the shoals light. 1t was the
steamer bearing down upon him.
Where had he drifted?t He could not
tell, except that it must be in the path
of the eastward bound steamers.
He resolved to steer in the direction
where he believed Bell HarbOr to be.
He would go very slowly and cautious
Iy, and when he drew near enough to
Bell Harbor breakwater he could see
the pale glow of it's sentinel lantern
and thus find his way through the
tortuous channel into the harbor.
But the doctor was an amateur. The
launch was a new diversion and a
plaything to him, and because he was
a more skillful physician than he was
a navigator he chugged helplessly
around for two hours before he ad-
mitted that he was lost in the fog.
Another hour passed in fruitless 60
ing to and fro He had heard the
blare of the shoals light foghorn, but
his ignorance of the waters about here
made it impossible for him to calcu-
late distances or directions He laugh
ed rather scornfully 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 it
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 strange sound, odd
enough heard there in the fog at 10
o'clock in the evening, smOte upon his
strained ears.
1t was the voice of a woman singing.
The sweet tones came TREMENDOUSLY
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:
'Pun for the shore. sailor. pull for the
shore!''
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 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 ahoyT' it called.
'Here!'' returned Morton quickly.
els that Dr. Morton?'
Eyes. Can l take you off? Am I
needed?"
Come carefully-follow my voice
there!' as the boat Jared against a
large rock. STEADY a momentr'
A pale form moved out of the fog
and without effort entered his boat,
showing off from the rock before it
CROPPED to seat beside him.
eff you will give me the wheel 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 there?" 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. l said nothing
to them, but came out in. my boat to
look for you. 1t sprang leak. and
abandoned it and climbed on the rocks.
l 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 l hear you
are going away"
After last night you could hardly
profess to care" he said bitterly.
"T asst nipht2 I did not see Won last