The Sentinel=record., 1914-10-04
CHAPTER XIX.

boat, Rose at length slipped from the seat formed by the clasped hands of the two men. And 1t was me who suggested thisl"
 The girl responded with a quiet laugh of the most natural effect imag | inabe-until it ended in sigh, and without the least warning she crum pied upon herself, and would have fallen heavily, in dead faint but for Alan's quickness.
 Good Lordl" Barcus exclaimed, as Alan gently lowered the inert body of the girl to the sands. And to think l didn't understand she was so nearly all in--chafting her like that. I'd like to kick myself"
 Don't be impatient" Alan advised grimly; I'm busy just at present, out Meantime, you might fetch some water to revive her"
 It was an order by no means easy to fill; Bareus had only his cupped hands for q vessel. and little water remained in them by the time he had dashed from the shadows back to the | spot where Rose lay unconscious, | while the few drops he did manage to sprinkle into her face ayailed noth- ing toward rousing her from the trance-like slumbers of exhaustion into which she passed from her fainting i fit. Q.
 In the end Alan gave up the effort. She's all right" he reported, releas- ing the wrist whose pulse he had been timing. She tainted. right enough, but now she's just asleep-and needs 1t, God knows! It would be kinder to let her rest. at least until see what sort of a reception that lighthouse is inclined to offer us"
 You'll go. then?" Barcus inquired. 'I'd just as lief, myself :"
 No; let me-" Alan insisted. "Ite not far--not more than a quarter of a mile. And she'll be safe enough here. in your care, the little time I'm gone"
 Barcus nodded His face was drawn and gray in the moon-glare. Thank God!" he breathed brokenly, you're able. I'm not"
 He sat down suddenly and rested his head on his knees. Don't be longer than you can help" he muttered thickly.
 He had come to the headland of the lighthouse itself before the ground began to shelve more gently to the beach; and was on the point of ad- dressing himself to the dark and silent cottage of the lightkeeper when he paused, struck by sight of what till then had been hidden from him.
 The promontory, he found. formed the eastern extremity of wide.armed If shallow harbor where rode at moor lngs a considerable number of small craft-pleasure vessels assorted about equally with fishing boats. And barely an eighth of a mile on, long-legged wharves stood knee-deep in the water, like tentacles flung out from the sleepy little fishing village that dotted the rising ground-a community of per hape two hundred dwellings,
 Nor was this all-even as Alan hove in view of the village he heard a series of staccato shorts the harsh tolling of a brazen bell, the rumble of train pulling out from station. And then he saw it's jewel-string of lights flash athwart the landscape and vanish as its noise died away diminuendo.
 Where one train ran another must. He need only now secure something to revive Rose. help her somehow up the beach. and in another hour or two. of certainty, they would be speed ing northwards. up the cape. toward Boston and the land of law and order.
 Such thoughts as these, at least, made up the texture of his hopes; the outcome proved them somewhat too presumptuous. He logged down a quiet village street and into the rail road station just as the agent was clos ing up for the night
 surly citizen. this agent, ill-pleased to have his plans disordered by chance flung strangers. He greeted Alans breathless query with a grunt of in- grained churlishness.
 Nah" he averred, they ain't no more trains till mornin'. Can't y see I'm shuttin up?"
 But surely there must be tele- graph station"
 You bet your life they is-right here In this depot. An I'm shuttin' it up, too"
 Has the operator gone fos the night?"
 Hes going. I'm the op'rator. No business transacted after office hours. Call raound ct eight o'clock tomor- row mornin'. Now if you'll jest step out of that door. I'll say g'd-night to you"
 But I must send a telegram" Alan protested. "I tell you. l must. It's matter of life and death"
 Sure, young feller It always is after business hours" Won't you open up again"
 T tell you, mol"
 In desperation Alan rammed hand | into his trousers pocket, Will a dol pnt If thn "Trny n