The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1915-03-18
CHAPTER XIX.

"Gee!" he grunted frankly, when
after a toilsome progress from the
boat, Rose at length slipped from the
seat formed by the clasped hands of
the two men. And 1t was me who
suggested this"
The girl responded with a quiet
! laugh of the most natural effect mag
inable-until it ended in a sigh. and
without the least warning she crum-
pied upon herself, and would have
fallen heavily, in a dead faint, but for
Alan's quickness.
Good Lord" Barcus exclaimed, as
Alan gently lowered the inert body of
the girl to the sands. And to think
didn't understand she was so nearly
all in-chaffing her like that! I'd like
to kick myself"
Don't be impatient" Alan advised
grlmly; Pm busy just at present. but
Meantime, you might fetch
some water to revive her"
1t was an order by no means easy
to fill; Rarcus had only his cupped
hands for a 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 availed moth
ing toward rousing her from the
trance-like slumbers Of exhaustion into
which she passed from her fainting
MT.
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
IL, God knows! 1t would be kinder
to let her rest, at least until / see what
sort of reception that lighthouse is
inclined to offer US"
Barcus nodded. His face was drawn
and gray in the moon-glare. Thank
Cod" he breathed brokenly, you're
able. I'm not"
lie 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.
Tho v,rprnOptOru ba found COrv,aI
the eastern extremity of a wide-armed
if shallow harbor where rode at moor
ings 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-
| haps two hundred dwellings.
Nor was this all-even as Alan hove
in view of the village he heard series
of staccato snorts, the harsh tolling of
brazen bell, the rumble of a train
pulling out from a station. And then
he saw its jewel-string of lights fash
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 a certainty, they would be speed
ing northwarde, 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
A surly citizen, this agent, ill-pleased
to have his plans disordered by chance
flung strangers. He greeted Alan's
breathless query with a grunt OF In.
grained churlishness.
"Nah," he averred, they amt 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 II
up. too"
Has the operator gone for the
night?"
He's going. I'm the OPERATOR. No
business transacted after office hours
Call raound at eight o'clock tomor.
row mornin'. Now II you'll Jest step
out Of that door. I'll say g'd-night to
you"
But | must send a telegram" Alan
protested. IL tell you. must. It's
a matter of life and death"
Sure, young Teller 1t always is
after business hours"