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T KI j LoukB Tracy,
-PILLAR of W
! w"rd tllgbtbousefa matters." Tour -otaocK in tne
f I was nearly dead; ; Tbf people who morning was an unconventional hour
j tad been with me were gone-cither" for "an interview, bat time itself was
j starved and thrown - into the sea or topsy turvy under the conditions nrev-
knocked overboard during a collision, alent on the Gulf Rock,
as the boat was badly damaged. My "1 will ask him, she went on hur
linen was marked rE..T. That is the', riedly. with an uncomfortable feeling
only definite fact I can tell you. All that Mrs. Vansittart resented her Ji
the rest is guesswork. Evidently no- dicial pause.
i ;-ui tne first place you must help me nmg out tne watcnes,
body cared to claim me. and Irere I
Mrs. Vansittart was leaning back in
the deep gloom, supporting herself
against the door of the bedroom. .
"What a romance!" she said faintly.
"A vague one. and tliis Is no time to
gossip about it. Caa I get you any
to maintain iron discipline. To leave purser betook themselves to the depuas mir convetiou Td Te
t!? rock today or tomorrow will be an 1 tc-hu - u ,i . Froiou conv.satioa, and tne
iiuujr ui luuiuuuw win ue an with a roll call. As th rr
absolute impossibility. On the next
day. with luck and a steady modera
t.'o:i of the weather, we may devise
some desperate means , of landing all
the active men or getting fresh sup
plies. That is iu the hands of Provi
dence. I. want you to warn your offi
cers and others whom you can trust,
either sailors or civilians. Better ar
range three watches. My daughters
Will have charge of the stores. By go
ing through the lists in the storeroom
I can portion out the rations for six
days. I think we had better fix on that
"Of course I will back you up in
every way," said Mr. Emmett, who felt
chillier at this moment than at any
time during the night. "I know you
are acting wisely, but I admit I am
scared at the thought of what may
happen if those days pass and no
help is available."
Brand knew what would happen and
it was hard to lock the secret in his
heart. lie alone must live. That was
essential, the one thing carved in stone
upon the tablet of his brain, a thing to
be fought out behind barred door, re
volver in hand.
Whatever else took place, if men and
women, perhaps his own sweet girls,
were dying of thirst and starvation,
the light must shine at night over its
allotted span of the slumbering sea
There on the little table beside him
.lay the volume of rules and regula
tions. What did it say?
"The keepers, both principal and as
sistant, are enjoined never to allow
any interests, whether private or other
wise, to interfere with the discharge
of their public duties, the importance
of which to the safety of navigation
cannot bo overrated."'
There was no ambiguity In the words,
no halting sentence which opened a
way tar a man to plead, "I thought It
best.'Those who framed the rule
meant what they said. No man could
bend the steel of their intent.
To end the intolerable strain of his
thoughts Stephen Brand forced his
lips to a thin smile and his voice to
"If the worst comes to the worst,
there are more than 3,000 gallons of
colza oil in store. That should main
tain life. It is a vegetable oil."
Then Constance thrust her glowing
race Into the lighted area.
"Dad," she cried cheerfully, "the
men wish to know If they may smoke.
: Toor fellows! They are so miserable,
so cold and damp and dreary down
were. I'lease say 'Yes.' "
nome on companion ladders which
moved not when the shock came they
met tnid for the first time. She, com
Ing up, held the swinging lantern level
with her face. They hung back polite
"Please come," she cried In her win
some way. "These stairs are too nar
row for courtesy."
luey stepped heavily onward. She
flitted away. Emmett raised his lan
tern between the purser's face and hia
"What do you think of that?" he
whispered, awe stricken.
The man of accounts smiled broadly,
"Pretty girl!" he agreed, with crude
ly emphatic superlatives.
kmrnett shook his head. He mur
mured to himself: "I guess I'm tired.
I see things."
Enid handed an armful of dry linen
to the damp, steaming women in the
lower bedroom. She was hurrying out.
some one overtook her at the door. It
was Mrs. Vansittart.
. "Miss Brand," she said, with her all
sufficing smile, "give me one moment."
They stood in the dark and hollow
sounding stairway. The seas were lash
ing the column repeatedly, but the
night's ordeal was nearly ended. Even
a timid child might know now that
the howling terror without had done
its worst and failed. From the cavern
ous depths, mingling with the rumble
of the storm, came the rhythm of a
hymn. Those left in gloom by the with
drawal of Mr. Emmett's lantern were
cheering their despondent souls.
Surprised, even while Enid awaited
the older woman's demand, the listen
ers heard the words:
"Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake oft dull sloth, and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice."
..The rough tones of the men were
softened and harmonized by the dis
tance. It was a chant of Draise. of
HE purser, faithful to his trust.
had secured the ship's books.
He alone among the survivors
of the Chinook had brought a
I parcel of any sort from that ill fated
ship. The others possessed the clothes
I they were, their money and In some
cases their trinkets.
i Mr. Emmett suggested that a list of
j those saved should be compiled. Then,
by ticking oft the names, he could
j classify the inmates of the lighthouse
and evolve some degree of order in the
p It was found that there were thirty
l seven officers and men. including stew-
ards, thirty-three saloon passengers, of
I whom nineteen were women, counting
the two little girls, and seven men and
f one woman from the steerage.
F It Isn t usual, on a British ship, for
the crow to bulk so large on the list,"
i said Mr. Emmett huskily, "but It
j couldn't be helped. The passengers had
to be battened dowu. They couldn't
live on deck. We never gave in until
the last minute."
: "I saw that," said Brand, knowing
j the agony which prompted the broken
"An' not a mother's soul would have
escaped if It wasn't for young Mr.
Pyne," went on the sailor.
"Is that the name of the vounsster
wno climbed the foremast?"
"That's him. It was a stroke of
genius, his catching on to that way
out He was as cool as a cucumber.
Just looked up when he reached the
deck an saw the lighthouse so near.
Then he asked me for a rope, rianned
the whole thing in a second, so to
"He Is not one of the ship's com
I "No, sir; a passenger, nevvy of Cy
rus J. Traill, the Thiladelphian mil
lionaire. Haven't you heard of Traill?
Not much of a newspaper reader, eh?
There was a lady on board, a Mrs.
Vansittart, who was coming over to
marry old Traill, so people said, and
the wed din' was fixed to take place in
Paris next week. Young Pyne .was
actln as escort"
"Is she lost? What a terrible thing!"
The chief officer glanced down the
parser's lists and slapped his thigh
with much vehemence.
'No, by gosh! Here she Is. marked
O. K. Well, that beats the band!"
So the lad has discharged his trust
to his uncle?"
Mr. Emmett was going to say some-
thins, but checked the words on his
"Queer world," b mattered: "aneer
SYti that he deTOtefl hlmseJX tflLBlo-
other woman's exclamation threatened
"No. thank yon. You'll excuse me. I
know. My natural interest"
Cut Enid, wii'j a parting smile, was
halfway toward the next landing, and
Mrs. Vansittart was free to re-enter
the crowded apartment where her fel
low sufferers were wondering when
they would see daylight again. She
did not stir. The darkness was intense,
the narrow passage drafty, and the
column thrilled and quivered in an un
nerving manner. She heard the clang
of a door above and knew that Enid
had gone into the second apartment
given over to the women. Somewhere
higher up was the glaring light of
which she had a faint recollection.
though she was almost : unconscious
when unbound from the rope and car
ned Into the service room.
And at that moment, not knowing it
sue naa oeen near to Stephen Brand,
might have spoken to him, looked into
his face. What was he like? she won
dered. Had he aged greatly with the
years.' A lighthouse keeper! Of all
professions in this wide world how
came he to adopt that? And what uglv
men was rate about to play her that
she should be cast ashore on .this deso
late rock where he was in charge
Could she avoid him? Had she been
injudicious in betraying her knowledge
of the past? And bow marvelous ; was
tne imeness Detween Constance . and
her father! The chivalrous' high mind
"Miss Brand, give me one moment."
thanksgiving, the offering of those who
had been snatched from death and
from mortal fear more painful than
The singing ceased as suddenly as it
began. Mr. Emmett and the purser
were warning the first watch.
The Interruption did not seem to
help Mrs. Vansittart She spoke awk
wardly, checking her thoughts as
though fearful she might be misunder
stood or say too much.
"I am better," she explained; "quite
recovered. I gave up my bunk to one
who needed it."
"I am sure we are all doing our best
to help one another," volunteered Enid.
"But I am restless. The sight of
your sister aroused vague memories.
Do you mind I find it hard to explain
your name is familiar. I knew some
people called Brand a Mr. Stephen
Brand and his wife."
She halted, seemingly at a loss. Enid,
striving helplessly . to solve the reason
for this unexpected confidence, but
quite wishful to make the explanation
easier, found herself interested.
"les." she said. "That is quite pos
sible, of course, though you must have
been quite a girl. Mrs. Brand died
many years ago."
Mrs. Vansittart flinched from the fee
ble rays of the lantern.
"That is so I think I heard of of
Mrs. Brand's death in London, I
fancy, but they had only one child."
"I am a mere nobody," she said.
"Dad adopted me. I came here one
day ia June, nineteen years ago, and I
must have looked so forlorn that he
took me to his heart, thank God!"
Another solemn chord of the hymn
noatea up to them:
"Let all thy converse be sincere.
Thy conscience as tlia noonday clear."
The rest of tne verse evaded them.
Probabi, a door was closed.
Mrs. Vansittart seemed to be greatly
perturbed. Enid, Intent on the occupa
tion of the moment believed their lit
tle chat was ended. Toround It ofl so
to cpeak, she went on quickly:
1 Imagine X am the most mysteriooa
person Mrin-ia my early history. I
njean. Mr. Brand sjrm fioftts ts
ed youth she had known came, back to
her through the mists of time. The
calm, proud eyes, the firm mouth,- the
wide expanse of forehead were. his.
rom ner mother the woman who
died many years ago," when she. Mrs.
Vansittart was "quite a girl" the eirl
Inherited the clear profile, the wealth
of dark brown hair and a grace of
movement not often seen in English
women. .... ...
Though her teeth chattered with the
cold, Mrs. Vansittart could not bring
uerseit xo leave tne vauituke stairwav.
once more the . hymn singers, cheered
their hearts with words of praise. Evi
dently there was one among them who
not only knew the words, but could
lead them mightily In the tunes of
many old favorites. .,,
The opening of a door caused by the
passing to and fro of some of the ship's
omcers brought to her distracted ears
the concluding bars of a verse. When
the voices swelled forth again she
caught the full refrain:
"Raise thine eyes to heaven v .
When thy spirits quail.
When, by tempests driven.
Heart and courage fall."
Such a message might well carry
good cheer to all who heard, yet Mrs.
Vansittart listened as one in a trance
to whom the divlnest promise was a
thing unasked for and unrecognized.
After passing through the greater peril
of the reef in a state of supine con
sciousness, she was now moved to ex
treme activity by a more personal, and
selfish danger. There was she, a hu
man atom, to be destroyed or saved at
the idle whim of circumstance: here,
with life and many things worth living
for restored to her safe keeping, she
saw imminent risk of a collapse with
which the nebulous dangers of the
wreck were in no way comparable. It
would have been well for her could she
only realize the promise of the hymn
Our light affliction, which is but for a
moment, worketh for us a far more ex
ceeding and i3rnal weight of glory."
Not so ran Mrs. Vansittart's jumble
of thoughts. The plans, the schemes,
the builded edifice of. many years,
threatened to fall in ruin about her.
In such bitter mood there was no con
solation. She sought not to find spir
itual succor, but bewailed the catas
trophe which had befallen her.
It assuredly contributed to that "af
fliction which is but for a moment"
that Constance should happen just
then to run up the stairs toward the
hospital. Each flight was so contrived
: that it curved acrsi two-thirds of the
supernciai area allotted to the stair
way. Any one ascending made a com
plete turn to the right about to reach
the door of the room on any given
landing and the foot of the ladder to
Hence the girl came unexpectedly
face to face with Mrs. Vansittart The,
meeting startled her. This pale wom
an, so thinly clad in the demitoilet of
evening wear on shipboard, should not
be standing there.
"Is anything wrong?" she cried, rais
ing her lantern just as Enid did when
she encountered the sailors.
"No, no," said the other, passing a
nervous hand over her face. Con
stance, with alert intelligence, fancied
she dreaded recognition.
"Then why are you standing here?
It Is so cold. Yon will surely make
"I was wondering If I might see Mr.
Brand," came the desperate answer.
the words bubbling forth with unre
See my father?" repeated the eiri.
She took thought for an Instant. The
lighthouse keeper would not be able
to leave the lamp for nearly three
hours. When dawn came she knew he
would hare many taints to attend to
sisnals to the Land's Bad, tb amas.
meet of sanpltas.' which ft ft4 i
re lowtJoMJ he tat
-- -. i
To the girl's ears the courteous ac
knowledgment conveyed an odd note
of menace. It the eyes are the win
dows of the soul surely the voice is its
subtle gauge. The more transparently
simple, clean minded the hearer, the
more accurate is the resonant impres
sion. Constance found herself vaguely
parplexed by two jostling abstractions.
If they took shape it was In mute ques
tioning. Why was Mrs. Vansittart so
anxious to revive or, it might be, probe
long buried memories, and why did her
mobile smile seem to vein a hostile in
But the fresh, gracious maidenhood
In her cast aside- these unwonted
studies in mind reading.
"He has so much to do." she ex
plained. "Although there are many of
us on the rock tonight he has never
been so utterly alone. Won't you wait
Inside until I return?"
- "Not unless I am in the way," plead
ed the other. "I was choking in there.
The air here, the space, are so grate
ful." So Constance passed her. Mrs. Van
sittart noted the .dainty manner in
which she picked up her skirts to
mount the stairs. She caught a glimpse
of the tailor made gown, striped silk
underskirt, well fitting, low heeled,
wide welted expensive boots. Trust a
women to see all these things at a
glance, with even the shifting glimmer
of a storm proof lantern to aid the
quick appraisement. -'
As the girl went out of her sight a
reminiscence came to her.
, "No wonder I was startled," she com
muned. "That sailor's coat she wears
helps the resemblance. Probably It is
her f ather's."
. Then th loud silence of the light
house appahad her. The singing had
ceased or was shut off by a closed
door. One might as well be in a tomb
as surrounded by this tangible dark
ness. The tremulous granite, so cold
and hard, yet alive in its own grim
strength, the murmuring commotion of
wind and waves swelling and dying in
ghostlike echoes, suggested a grhve, a
vault close sealed from the outer
world, though pulsating with the far
away existence of heedless multitudes.
Thus, brooding in the gloom, a tor
tured soul without form and-void, she
awaited the return of her messenger.
Constance, after looking in at the hos
pital, went on to the service room. Her
father was not there. She glanced up
to the trimming stage, expecting to see
him attending to .the lamp. No. He
had gone. Somewhat bewildered, for
she was almost certain he was not in
any of the lower apartments, she climb
ed to the little door in the glass frame.
Ah! There he was on the landward
side of the gallery. What was the mat
ter now? Surely there was not an
other vessel In distress. However, be
ing relieved from any dubiety as to his
whereabouts,- she went back to the
service room and gave herself the lux
ury of a moment's rest Oh, how tired
she was! Not until she sat down did
she realize what It meant to live as she
had lived and to do all that she had
done during the psst.four houra.
Her respite was . of short duration.
Brand, his oilskins gleaming with wet
came In. .: '- , ' ,,
"Hello, ; sweetheart! What's up
now?" he cried in such cheerful voice
that she knew all was well.
That was exactly what I was going
to ask you," she said.
The Falcon is out there," ho replied.
with a side r od toward Mount's bay.
Constance knew that the Falcon was
a sturdy steam trawler, a bulldog little
ship, built to face anything in the
shape of gales.
"They can do nothing, of course," she
"No. I stood between them and the
light for a second, and they evidently
understood that I was on the lookout,
as a lantern dipped several times,
which I interpreted as meaning that
they will return at daybreak. Now
they are off to Penzance again."
"They turned safely then?"
"Shipped a sea or two, no doubt The
wind is dropping, but the sea is run
ning mountains high."
He had taken off his oilskins. Con
stance suddenly felt a strong disincli
nation to rise. Being a strong willed
young person, she sprang up instantly.
"I came to ask you if you can see
Mrs. Vansittart," she said.
Mrs. Vansittart!" he cried, with a
genuine surprise that thrilled her with
a pleasure she assuredly could not ac
"Yes. She asked if she might have a
word with you."
He threw his hands up In comic de
"Tell the good lady I am up to my
eyes in work. The oil is running low.
I must hie 'me to the pump at once. I
have my journal to fill. If there Is no
sun I cannot heliograph, and I have a
host of signals to Jook up and get
ready. And a word in your ear, Connie,
dear. We will be 'at home' on the rock
for the next forty-eight hours. Give
the lady my very deep regrets and ask
her to allow me to send for her when I
have a minute to spare some hours
" She kissed him. "
"You dear old thing," she cried. "You
will tire yourself to death, I am sure."
He caught her by the chin.
"Mark my words," he laughed. Ton
will feel this night In your bones lon
ger than I. By the way, no matter who
goes hungry, don't prepare any break
fast until I come to y ou, I suppose the
kitchen Is your headquarters?"
"Yes, though Enid has had far more
of Mr. Pyne's company. She Is cook,
?Xs.?7fie thsss tooj" .
"He islaundry maid, drying, clothes." -i
"T think I shall "like him," mused J .
Brand. "He seems to be a helpful sort
of youngster. That reminds "me. -Tell
him. to report himself .to . Mr. Emmett
as my assistant if he cares for the
post that Is." -. , ; ,
He' did not see the ready spirit of
mischief that danced in her eyes. She
pictured Mr. Pyno "fixing things" with i
Mr. Emmett "mighty quick."
When she reached the first bedroom
floor Mrs. Vansittart had gone.
"I thought it would be strange if she
stood long in th:3 draft." mused Con
stance. She opened the door. The lady
she sought was leaning disconsolate
aga'nst a wall.
"My father" she began.
"I fear I was thoughtless," Interrupt
ed Mrs. Vansittart. "He must be great
ly occupied. "Of course I can see him
in the morning before the vessel comes.
Cleanly vwtir suppl ed with
ood well, water, undtr a beauli
1 erove f oak trees hich sup.
P-y an. abundance of sh de, close
i" postoffice, railroad drpot, with
leetric cr service eveiy ten
minutes to all parts of the city
grocery store, fet d store and in
.ct every convenience one conld
dVsiie is the Oregou S ae Fair
imping groucds at Sal. m. The
fnprovements have worked a
miracle in this department of the
Modern sanitary sewer-ge has
ren insul'ed throuyh iut the
They will send a ship soon to take us grounds, , the trees have been
- . U a 1 .1 1
-vuue-wasnea ana Dres-nt
"At the earliest possible moment,"
was the glad answer. "Indeed, dad
has just been signaling to a tug which
will return at daybreak."
tautilul appearance. EKctric
ights by the hundreds have been
suung through the cannino
There was a joyous chorus frem therounds with a double r.'.w nvr
vslio ium.c uau uui lilts i-Ha , .11. . . .
requisite hardihood to tell them how
they misconstrued her words. '
As she quitted them she admitted to
herself that Mrs. Vansittart, though
listurbing in some of her moods, was
really very considerate. It never oc
curred to her that her new acquaint
ance might have suddenly discovered
the exceeding wisdom of a proverb
concerning second thought.
Indeed, Mrs. Vansittart now bitterly
regretted the impulse which led her to
betray any knowledge of Stephen
Brand or his daughter. Of all the fol
lies of a wayward life, that was im
measurably the greatest in Mrs. Van
sittart's critical scale.
But what would you ? It is not often
given to a woman of nerves, a woman
of volatile nature, a shallow worldling,
yet versed in the deepest wiles of in
trigue, to be shipwrecked, to be pluck
ed from a living hell, to be swung
through a hurricane to the secure in
security of a dark and hollow pillar
standing on a Calvary of storm tossed
waves, and then, while her senses
swam in utmost bewilderment to be
confronted with a living ghost.
Yet that was precisely what had
happened to her.
Fate is grievous at times. This ha
ven of refuge was a place of torture.
Mrs. Vansittart broke down and wept
in her distress.
trance gates. Thirteen hundred
camps upon this site, daring the
fair or 1904 are even more than
the average person would esti
mate after bavirg passed through
but the above number will be
yreatly increased during the Fair
of 1906. Arrangements " for the
leasing of tents have bten made,
o one can pack in a trunk or
two all that will be needed out
side of shelter.' No one place in
Oregon presents so good an op
portunity for the "old timers'1 to
meet and enjoy a visit that biings
back many of the early and in
teresting experiences and pleas
ures of pioneer days.
Visitors at the Fair during the
week, September 10 to 15, will '
not only find the various lines of
agriculture; vi -horticulture, me
chanical and fine arts exhibits of
interest, but also a demonstra
tion of all the leading topics in
all of our rural districts at this
time, namely "good roads."
Just out side of the north fence
line of the State Fair grounds
can be seen from beginning to
end the building of a modern
.heralded a chilly dawn. The Highway. The United States.
little world of the Gulf Bock government experts are at work
in 11s aamp iinnn a mila : ti
This piece of work is well
under way and a Quarter of a
ciampea tne aoor when Brand gave the mile is now ready for use The
order and busied itself exceedingly nian ;c fif .. " ,.
with the desultory Jobs which offered Pla,U ,,S .fifSt 3 Sy?t'm.atlf 8radlg
to so many willing hands. and damage which is thorough
It was now by the nautical almanac done, then a 5-inch coating of
dead low water on the reef, but the coarse crushed rock thoroughly
strong southwesterly wind, hurling a rolled, when wet and the final
peace differ as greatly in the matter of
tides as In iQost.otber.resDe.cts. .. . .
PRIMROSE light m the east
itself In its
misery at the news. The fresh watch,
delighted by the prospect of activity,
clattered up and down the iron stairs,
opened all available windows, un-
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for Job Work
sprinkled and rolled until the
print of a team or wagon cannot
be noticed after having passed
over the finished surface. This
feature alone is worthy of a trip
to the Fair.
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