Rilla of the Lighthouse

y Island and had started rowing into the thick, almost impenetrable blanket of f

act, there were times when the lights on the town wharf could not be seen at all, and once, when the roaring of the surf seemed nearer than it should be, they realized with sinking hearts that they had lost their bearings. Then

a is doing it to guide us," he said, "but he's taking a big chance." Then a sudden cry of warning: "Starboard, hard! We

," Lute, in the bow, declared, as with a powerful stroke, he turn

of them stopped rowing and listened. "Doc Winslow," he said, "tarnation take it, if I didn't hear a gho

That's not a ghost. There's someone in that boat. More than likely it's old Sam himself having one of his periodical spells. He won't need

up alongside of the boat that belonged to the frequently intoxicat

ll." Hank Walley was eager to retur

! Sam there?" he called. But there was no reply. The good doctor was about to give the command "Shove off. Get under way," when the sharp eyes of the youngest man, Lute, noted a movement of some dark object he had supposed was

lmost superhuman effort, to climb aboard the old fishing boat. Then he had lost consciousness; in

to revive the lad; then wra

in the tower, uttered a glad cry. "They're swingin' 'em, Grand-dad. They're

w how constantly he had been praying to the One who rules the sea that all might be well. It was a strange thing for Captain Ezra to pray, but it seemed easier since hate had been banished from his heart. Muriel noticed a new expression in the face of

oping, she pressed her warm young cheek

clasp. Neither spoke, but both knew that, at last, the