Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-08-02

land THREW HIM /
1t. But the man who was supposed to
do that sort of work had been washed
overheard the day before. He didn't
have such a fine voice, anyway
There came an ominous lull in the
roar of the storm
Branketybung-s slam scrunch.. The
Salena P. Peabody hit the reef.
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1t ripped the forwarding out of her.
Littlefield was rightfully annoyed at
this. He found himself in swimming.
He was quite weak and would gladly
have given up, but his New England
conscience kept him afloat and he
feebly made his way. a quarter Of an
inch at time. toward a light that he
dimly saw over the tops of the waves.
He had promised to be hum on Christ
mas and always kept his word. But
he was only human after all, even
though he did hail from New England.
He couldn't hold out for many more
strokes. the water was freezing his
heart, his breath was coming in little
sailor pants, the light ahead was gone
gone.
Hold the lantern high, mother.'
Cap'n Littlefield waded waist high
into the icy breakers, while his wife
holdin' the lantern above her head in
the whirlin' snow, cackled words of
encouragement to him. through the
frozen folds of her tippet.
i've got him. Set daown the light,
mother, and lend a hand.'
The two dear old people dragged the
hfeless figure of sopping man up
out of the reach of the pillows.
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somehow, father" Mrs. LittlefeId
pulled, as they carried their limp
burden up onto the eel grass, cit
kinder seems 'propriate to be sayin' a
human critter on Christmas eve. Pore I
boy! She held the lantern near the
mans face.
Its our boy. father; it's our Lem
Look."
''Ye can't be sure jest from the face,
mother. Strawberry marks are the !
only sartin things. Hez he got any?" n
Don't be foolshern We can help, r
the grave on Christmas eve. Carry v
him up to the house quick"
The dear old folks carried their son, l,
still unsconscious, staggeringly to the ,
house and laid him gently before the h
stove. =
Quick. the birch beer. Elmiry. It's Ii
Lem come back to us!'
Elmiry leapt They piled the frozen s
Ind half drowned lad with the Iife-giv- b
ng liquor and wrapped him in hot t.
blankets and slapped his numbed hands h
md feet and wept with joy over him. -
The fuss that was made over the k
,rodigal son was snub alongside of
he rumpus those coastwise folk made
bout Lem. in
varded and the lad opened his big blue tf
yes and smiled feebly in recognition =.
rhe storm could storm and be gosh r.
larned! Then they fed him cleo sc
ion cake and marble cake and dough- tn
luts and raspberry SHERIFF and fried n, u.
uddin' and scrod and fishballs and ne
ppile tunovers. =. =,
And he lay back in his mothers old is
rms and smiled back at them all; as ~
ct he was too weak to say anything tic
hey knew that when the birch beer "a "a
egan to get in its effects he would H,
hirk up an talk to them. w 1
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He lay there and blinked and looked IN
apply around at the old familiar OF
,nch shells and dried starfish on the \
'hatnot. at the crayon portrait of his br,
lot brother who had voted for Bryan en-
vice, at the old merlodeon that Elmiry tn,
sed to play ROW. Row, Row." on. at ~
,e collection of royal Worcester vases sid
10 mother had gotten with the tea ~
u the old things brought glad tears Int