Rilla of the Lighthouse

appear with a message for him, but the afternoon hours dragged away and she did not come. Then, at last, to his joy, he saw that the fishing boats were, one b

gave Windy Island a wide berth. One boat did turn on a tack and for a moment seemed to be bearing directly toward the point. Taking off his white coat, Gene waved it frantically, but the lone fisherman was busy wi

oon, for it was at that moment that Cap'n Ezra had risen and had announced that it was nearly sundown and time for the evening meal. From his hiding place Gene obs

on the small wharf, the lad stood looking at the dory which was anchored nearby. If only he could borrow that boat, he thought. He could row to town and hire someone to

w of the sunset faded, the first stars came out and dusk gathered abo

eeper, Miss Brazilla Mullet, will inform him that I did not appear for the mid-day meal, as I had assured her that I would," Gene thought, "and he will probably be greatly alarmed. It will be easy enough to trace me to the dock where I hired

ring plan sug

other thought came to remind him of his recent illness. Was it not to regain his strength that he had come to Tunkett, having left college at the beginning of the fall term? When he had won that championship he had been in the best of trim. Shrugging his shoulders, Gene Beavers argued no more with himself. There see

town wharf, on the end of which were three lights, two red and one white. How glad he was to see them. The long, g

n he suddenly realized that his strength was failing rapidly. If only he

too weak to make the effort. Then he was terrorized with the sudden realization that the tide ha

him and just then a wave, larger than the others lifted him on its rolling crest and hurled him up on the cask-like buoy, and there he clung. He h

her open window, and looking toward the starry heaven

surmised, Doctor Winslow w