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s the light1 ucreTIsed" it lst fLs lirst
nn tinge. Steel sy v.ere s'.:y and
tt tor. somber the iron bound land,
w 'le the whereabouts of the sun be
ef .ie a scientific abstraction. There
fc ? the heliograph -was useles3, and
H.M-A, helped by some of the sailors,
co nmenced to flannt his flag signals to
tfc? watching telescopes on the faroff
promontory of the Land's End. The
Falcon, strong hearted trawler, was
plunging toward the rock when the
first line of gay bunting swung clear
Into the breeze. And what a message
it was in its jerky phrases its pro
found uncertainties for communica
tion by flag code is slow work, and
Brand left much to an easier system of
talk with the approaching steamer.
Chinook New York to Southampton
Btruck reef during hurricane propeller
Bhult broken "8 survivors in lighthouse
captain, 201 passengers, officers and crew
lost with ship.
The awful significance of the words
sank into the hearts of the signalers.
For the first time the disaster from
which, by God's providence, they had
emerged safely became crystallized in
to set speech. Scventy-ei jht living out
of 2S0 who might have lived! This was
the curt Intelligence which leaped the
waves to fly over tha length and
breadth of the land, which sped back
to the States to replace the expected
news of a safe voyage, which thrilled
the civilized world as it had 'not been
thrilled for many a day.
Not a soul in the lighthouse gave
thought to this side of the affair. All
were anxious to reassure their loved
ones, but in their present moribund
condition they could not. realize the
electric effect of the incident on the
wider world which read and had hearts
to feel.
Even while Stephen Brand was sig
naling to the Falcon with little white
flags quickly extemporized as soon as
she neared the Trinity buoy, 1 news
paper correspondents ashore were busy
at the telegraph office and their asso
ciates on the trawler were eagerly
transcribing the lighthouse keeper's
words wherewith to feed to fever heat
the sensation which the night had pro
vided for the day.
Brand, foreseeing the Importance of
clearness and brevity, had already
written out a full draft of his detailed
message.
. Faithful to his promise, Stapleton
was acting as signaler In chief on
board the Falcon, so Brand might ma
nipulate his flags as quickly as lay in
his power, with Chief Officer Emmett
reading the words at his elbow. There
was no fear that any mistake would be
made by the receiver.
The story, if condensed, was com
plete. Beginning with an explanation
of the liner's disablement, It dealt with
her desperate but unavailing struggle
to weather the reef, described Pyne's
gallant and successful effort to get In
touch with the lighthouse, the rescue of
a fourth of those on board, the names
of the survivors, and, finally, their pre
dicament In the matter of food and
water.
All this took long to tell.
Within the lantern, Charles A. Pyne,
appointed supernumerary assistant
keeper, was burnishing brass work as
per instructions received. He little
knew the use which was being made of
his name by the tiny bits of linen toss
ing about on the exterior gallery. In
such wise, helped by a compositor and
dignified by headlines, does a man be
come a hero in these days of knight
hood conferred by the press.
Constance was scrutinizing the Fal
c:v. from t'ie tramming stage. Hearing
Enid's cheery "Good morning" to Pyne
when that young lady raced upward
from the kitchen to catch a glimpse of
the reported vessel, she dropped her
glasses for a moment.
"Jack is on board." she announced.
"Of course he would be there. And
there is such a lot of other men half
Penzance, I think."
Enid joined her. Tyne. too, thought
he could polish a bv.rner up there as
well as on the floor of the service room.
Stanhope's stalwart figure, clad In
oilskins, was clearly defined as he stood
alone on the port side of the Falcon's
small bridge, reading off the signals
and sending back spasmodic twitter
ings of the flags which he also had pro
cured to indicate that each word was
understood.
"Who is the' skipper of the tug?"
inquired Tyne quietly.
Both girls laughed.
"You mean Jack," cried Enid. "He
Is not the captain. He is an ofHeer of
the royal navy, our greatest friend."
"Jack is his front name, I suppose,"
went on ryne, breathing on the copper
aisk in his hands to test its clearness.
"We will Introduce you, even at this
distance," said Constance airily. "Mr.
ryne, this is Lieutenant John Percival
Stanhope, only son of the late Sir
Charles and Lady Margaret Stanhope
of Tregarthen Lodge, Penzance, one of
the best and dearest fellows who ever
lived."
"It must be nice to be a friend of
yours. Miss Brand, if you always talk
about the favored person in that 'way,"
said Pyne, rubbing industriously.
Enid, to whom the mere sight of the
steamer bad restored all ber vitality,
giggled Joyously.
"You know. Mr. Pyme, we all le
Jack M tfct-aoc gays, It mi mere
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Wings
of the
Morning"
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Edward J. Clode
i to the rock yesterday. Connie" would
not let him come."
"Ah," said Pyne.
"I forbade . him," explained Con
stance,' "because he has only three
days' leave from his ship, - and I
"Jt must be nice to be a f riend of yours.
thought he should give the first after
noon to his mother instead of playing
poodle for Enid." ;
"How dare you call Jack a poodle?"
was the indignant exclamation. .
"Allow me," drawled Pyne. "I'm
very glad your sister classified him."
Constance suddenly felt her face and
neck aflame. Pyne was standing on
her left. Enid on her right. The quiet
jubilation of Pyne's voice was so un
mistakable that Enid for one instant
withdrew her eyes from the distant
ship. A retort was quick on her lips,
until she bethought her that the Amer
ican's statement might have two mean
ings. Being tactful withal, she chose her
words while she bubbled forth:
"He promised to take us for a drive
today. That is the dot and dash alpha
bet father and he are using. If dad
requires all the dots I'm sure Jack is
monopolizing the dashes. He must be
furious about this gale." r
Constance, who wanted to pinch
Enid severely, had reverted to her nor
mal healthy hue by this time. She
dropped her glasses.
"We are shamefully wasting precious
minutes here," she said. "Enid, you
and I ought to be in the kitchen."
Then she glanced with cold self pos
session at Pyne, who was whistling
softly between his teeth as he plied
the duster. '
"As for you," she said, "I never saw
any one work so hard with less need."
He critically examined the shining
burner.
"We Americans are taught to be
strenuous," he said smilingly. "That
is the only way you can cut in ahead
of the ' other fellow nowadays. Miss
Brand."
She almost resigned the . contest
That unhappy explanation had deliv
ered her bound Into his hands. Yet
she strove desperately to keep up the
pretense that their spoken words had
no ulterior significance.
"Such energy must be very wear
ing," she said.
"It is for the other man."
"But in your case it is unnecesary.
My father believes we will be here at
least forty-eight hours." Then she be
came conscious that again she had not
said exactly what she meant to say.
"So you, at any rate, need not wear
your fingers to the bone," she added
hurriedly.
"Guess it must be a national vice,"
he said, with irritating complacency.
"Just now I feel I have a regular
hustle on."
"Your example equals your precepts.
Enid, tear yourself from the attrac
tive spectacle. There are eighty-one
ravenous people to be fed."
"Sorry you haven't hit upon the real
reason of my abounding industry,"
said r.vne, who skipped down the lad
der first to give the girls a helping
hand as ftiey descended.
"Flease tell us. It may be inspir
ing." jaid Constance.
"I'm going to ask the boss if I can't
take a turn as scullery maid when I'm
through here."
"Then I veto the idea now," she an
swered. "Enid and I have had a most
comfortable nap, and I am certain you
have not closed your eyes all night. I
will make it my personal business to
see that both my father and you lie
down for a couple of hours immediate
ly after breakfast."
"Or else there will be a mutiny in the
kitchen." chimed in Enid. '
"Connie," she whispered when thej
were safely out of hearing from the
service room, "I never saw a worse
case. Talk about the young men sud
denly smitten you read of in novels"
Her sist4f whirled round.
"How can you be so silly Y she
blazed forth.
"Why did you libel Jack so readily?
tittered Enid.
The other, utterly routed, went on m
dignified silence. Bhe did . not apeak
again until tikey rorreyed the store ap
portioned for the coming feast.-
a monstrous deal of people for a half
penny worth of bread!" " '
.."What is the use of repining?" sang
Enid, with a fortissimo accent on the
penultimate syllable. "For where
there's a will there's a way. Tomorrow
the sun will be shining, although it is
clouJy today." , " -
But Constance was not to be drawn a
second time Her clear brain was trou
bled by a formless shadow.' It ban
ished from her mind all thought of a
harmless flirtation with the good look
ing youngster who had brought a blush
of momentary embarrassment to her
fair face. ' " --' ' ' ' ' !
Hotv dreadful it would be to meef
hunger with refusals! Perhaps there
were worse things in the. world than,
the midnight ordeal of an angry seal
Indeed, when Pyne did join them in
accord with his intention, he soon per
ceived the extent of the new danger.
The stress of the night had only en
hanced the need of an ample supply of
food.- Everybody, even the inmates of
the hospital was outrageously hungry,
and the common allotment was half a
cup of tea and half a ship's biscuit. -
For the midday meal' there would be
two ounces of meat or bacon, one pota
to and another half biscuit with about
a wineglassful of water. For supper
the allowance was half a cup of cocoa
and two ounces of bread, which must
be baked during the day. Not quite
starvation, this menu, but far from sat
isfying to strong men and wornout
women. , .. , ,
The Falcon, knowing the uselessness
of attempting to creep nearer to the
Gulf Bock, had gone off with her budget
to startle two continents. Stanhope's
last message was one of assurance. He
would do all that lay in man's power.
The lighthouse soon quieted down to a
state of passive reaction. Pyne, refus
ing to be served earlier, carried his
own and Brand's scanty meal on . a
tray to the service room.
The unwearied lighthouse keeper was
on the balcony, answering a kindly sig
nal from the Land's End, where the
coast guards were not yet in posses
sion of the news from Penzance.
He placed the tray on the writing
desk and contemplated its contents
ruefully.
"I guess that banquet won't spoil for
keeping," he said to himself. "I'll'just
lie round and look at it until the boss
quits making speeches by the yard."
A couple of minutes passed. Brand
was hoisting the last line of flags, when
the American heard faltering footsteps
on the stairs.
"Don't follow so close, Mamie," said
a child's voice. "My arm hurts just
'nuff for anything when I move."
A tousled head of golden hair
emerged into the light. It was one of
the two little girls, whom Pyne had
not seen since they were swung aloft
from the sloping deck of the Chinook.
Their astonishment was mutual.
The child, aged about eight, recognized
in him a playmate of the fine days on
board ship. She turned, with confident
cry: "- , --!
"I told you so, Mamie. It was up.
You said down. Here's the big glass
house and Mr. Pyne." '
She quickened her speed, though her
left arm was in a sling. Pyne, dread
ing lest she should fall, hastened to
help her.
"Is all right, Mr. Pyne," she an
nounced, with an air of great dignity.
"I make one step at a time. Then I
ketch the rail. See?"
"You've got it down to a fine point,
Elsie," he said. "But what in the
worldare those women folk thinking
of to let you and Mamie run loose
about the place?"
Elsie did not answer until Mamie
stood by her side. Judged by appear
ances, Mamie was a year younger.
Apart from the nasty bruise on Elsie's
left arm and shoulder, the children
had escaped from the horrors of the
wreck almost unscathed In body and
certainly untroubled in mind.
"Mamie came to my room for break
fast," explained Elsie at last. "We'se
awful hungry, an when we axed for
'niffher bixit Mrs. Taylor she began to
cry. An' when I said we'd go an find
mamma she cried some more."
"Yes. We'se awful hungry." agreed
Mamie. "An', please, where's mam
ma?" Pyne needed no further explanation.
The little ones had lost their mother.
Her disfigured body, broken out of all
recognition, was tossing about some
where in the undercurrents of the
channel. None of the women dared to
tell the children the truth, and it was
a heartrending task to deny them food.
So they were permitted to leave their
refuge, with the kindly belief that they
would come to no harm and perchance
obtain a further supply from one of
those sweet faced girls who explained
so gently tkat the rations must run
short for the common good.
Pyne glanced up at the lantern. Out
side he could see Brand hauling down
the signal. He sprang to the tray and
secured his haif biscuit and teacup.
"Come along, Elsie," he said, crook
ing his left arm for her. "Follow close,
Mamie. Mind you don't fall."
"Your mamma is asleep," he assured
them in a whisper on the next landing.
"She just can't be woke up for quite a
long time."
Then he navigated them to the door
of the second bedroom, where Mrs.
Taylor was. He broke the hard biscuit
in two pieces and gave one to each
child.
"Here, Mamie, you carry the cup and
fo shares in the tea."
"I don't like tea, protested Mamie.
"If I can't have coffee I want some
milk."
"WelL now, you wait a little bit, and
you'll be tickled to death to see what
IH bring you. But drink tbe tea. It's
good and hot Skip inside, both of
you." ;.v ..;--
u He held the door partly open, and
taey raalsbed. , He heard Mr. Taylor
Wot t wj r
little
oestr
He regained the service room lo find
Brand steeping the remains of his bis
cuit in an almost empty cup. The
lighthouse keeper greeted his young
friend with a smile. . ,
"I suppose that you, like the, rest of
us, never had such an appetite in all
your days," he said. .
"Oh, I'm pretty well fixed," said
Pyne, ' with a responsive grin.
: :"Then you are fortunate. - There is
usually a wretched little fiend lurking
in a man's inner consciousness which
prompts him to desire the unattaina
ble. Now, 1' am a poor eater, as a rule,
yet this morning I feel I could tackle
the toughest steak ever cut off a su
perannuated cow.".. ' ; ' :
"I don't deny," admitted Pyne, "that
the idea of a steak sounds good. That
is, you know," he twent on languidly,
"it might sort of appeaL to me about
1 o'clock." .
"I should have thought you could do
with one now, especially after the hard
night we have gone through. ' Perhaps
you are a believer in the French sys
tem and prefer a light breakfast." -
Brand finished the last morsel of bis
cuit and drank the cup dry.
A'It's a " first rate proposition when
you are accustomed to it," said Pyne.
"But talking about eating when there's
little to eat is a poor business anyway.
Don't you find that?"
"I do Indeed." :
Brand rose and tapped the barome
ter, adjusting the sliding scale to read
the tenths. ' :
"Slightly better," he announced. "If
only the wind would go down or even
change to the norrard!"
"What good would a change of wind
do?" inquired Pyne," greatly relieved
himself by the change of topic. '
"It would beat down the sea to some
extent and then they might be able to
drift a buoy, with a rope attached,
close enough to the rock at low tide to
enable us to reach it with a cast of a
grappling iron."
"Do you mean that we could be fer
ried to the steamer by that means?"
"That is absolutely out of the ques
tion until the weather moderates to a
far greater extent than I dare hope at
present. But, once we had the line, we
could rig up a running tackle and ob
tain some stores."
"Is it as bad as all that?" said the
younger man after a pause.
They looked at each other. The
knowledge that all true men have of
their kind leaped from eye to eye.
"Quite that bad," answered Brand.
Pyne moistened his lips. He produc
ed a case containing two cigars. He
held it out.
"Let us go shares in consolation," he
said. .
Brand accepted the gift and affected
a livelier mood.
"By lucky chance I have an ample
supply of tobacco. It will keep the
men quiet," he said. "By the way"
and he lifted a quick glance at Pyne
"do you know anything about chemis
try?" "Well er I went through a course
at Yale."
"Can colza oil be converted into a
food?"
"It contains certain fats," admitted
Pyne, taking dubious stock of the ques
tion. "But the process of conversion, the
chemical reaction, that is the difficulty.
"Bisulphide of carbon is a solvent
and the fatty acids of most vegetable
"Come along, Elsie."
oils can be isolated by treatment with
steam superheated to about 600 de
grees F."
Brand threw out his hands with a
little gesture of helplessness. Just
then Constance appeared.
"Dad," she cried, "did not Mr. Pyne
tell you of my threat?"
"No, dear one. I am not living hi
terror of you, to my knowledge."
"You must please go to sleep, both of
you, at least until 10 or 11 o'clock.
Mr. Emmett is sending a man to keep
watch here. He will not disturb you.
He is bringing some rugs and pillows,
which you can arrange on the floor. I
have collected them for your special
benefit."
"At this hour? Impossible, Connie."
"But it is not impossible, and this is
the best hour available. You know
quite well that the Falcon will return
at high water, and you must rest yon
know."
She bustled about with the busy
air of a housewife who understood the
whole art of looking after her family.
But something puzzled her.
"Mr. Pyne," she inquired, "where is
your cup?"
"I er took it down," he explained.
'. For some reason Constance felt In
Btantly that she had turned the tables
on him. since their last encounter. She
did not know. why. He looked con
tused for one thing; he was .not so
attb laanbJEoc anoihRS.' . ' "
. . . ....
"Down where ?" she demanded. "Not
to the kitchen.. I have been, there since
you brought up your breakfast and
dad's on the same tray." ; " .
"I breakfasted alone," remarked
Brand calmly. ; "Mr. Pyne had feasted
earlier." - '
"But he had not," persisted Con
stance. "I wanted him to"
She stopped. 1 This Impudent Amer
ican had actually dared to wink at her,
a confidential, . appealing wink which
said plainly, "Please don't ' trouble
about me."
"You gave your tea and biscuit to
somebody." she cried suddenly. "Now,
who was it? Confess!"
"Well," he said weakly, "I did not
feel er particularly hungry, so when
I met . those two little girls . fooling
around for an extra supply I er
thought nobody would mind if er"
"Father,", said Constance, .''he has
not had a mmithfnU" - - "
" ' V (To be Continued)
Additional Local.
Thad Blackledge had an exciting time
all by himself while camped over at
Yachaats last week. Thad shouldered
his trusty Winchester one day and went
out into the mountains "to see what he
could see" and a couple cf big, shatrgy
bears we-e what he ran across. They
looked as large as elephants to the
Corvallis boy, but nothing daunted, he
lifted his shooting iron and banged away.
He wounded one of the grizzlies and later
on he found where it had lunged about
in the underbrush, but he did not find
the carcass. The other bear took to its
heels, and as it scrambled up the steep
mountain side Thad blazed away ten
times without injury to man or beast. ,
Mies Myrtle Sbonkwiler aad Miss
Florence Kohn departed yesterday for
their homes in Portland, after a brief visit
at the Jacobs home in this city..
The brick work is being carried on
rapidly, on the new Taylor brick, and
excavating for the foundation is in prog
ress. The HorniDg-Trine-Pernot Keady camp
ing party reached home about three
o'clock yesterday afternoon . Mr. Trine
was ill, and the return trip was very slow
on his a"count. '
Mr. and Mrs. E. J. Garrow left Sunday
for a visit in Portland.
Mrs. Eliza Starr and daughter of
Junction are guests at the Wilbur Starr
home at Bellefountain this weak.
George Eglin, an old-time Corvallis
"resident, arrived in this city yesterday
or a brief visit.
Real Estate Transfers.
W P Darby and wife to M S
Darby, 74 acres near Inavale;
$1500.
Annie H Lane to C A Heath,
q c d to 80 acres in Alsea; $1.
O & C RR Co to W C Covei,
agreement, 40 acres s w Monroe ;
$120. .; ,
F Cbalifoune and J E Zeigler to
Caleb Wolf &,Netter, hop sale,
15,000 lbs hops, 15 cts per lb.
CSiifert & bus to D Riker,
160 acres Kings Valley; $800.
: M McKenney to C C French,
lot 3, block 4. Wilkins add Cor
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B F Hyland to C E Dinges,
lots 7,, 4, q and 10, block 4,
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