. St. Nicholas [serial]. d his medal. The only trouble was that,after the wreck, the captainnever climbed the long, wind-ing stairs up to the great light-room again. Some-times Petronel would go up and light the lamp,and sometimes her mother would; but, of course,way off at Washington, the official tender of thelight at Point au Manitou was Captain BartyButeau. Only the people around Manitou Islandsand the lakemen knew that the real tender wasPetronel. So they would always salute her whenthey passed. One, and two, and three whistles,the last very long drawn out. That is the wayall the steamers
. St. Nicholas [serial]. d his medal. The only trouble was that,after the wreck, the captainnever climbed the long, wind-ing stairs up to the great light-room again. Some-times Petronel would go up and light the lamp,and sometimes her mother would; but, of course,way off at Washington, the official tender of thelight at Point au Manitou was Captain BartyButeau. Only the people around Manitou Islandsand the lakemen knew that the real tender wasPetronel. So they would always salute her whenthey passed. One, and two, and three whistles,the last very long drawn out. That is the wayall the steamers, and lumber barges, and tugssaluted Petronel when they passed by day or night, and I think those long whistles pleasedher more than anything that happened in thelonely gray lighthouse far out on the Point. Petronel was fifteen whenthe captain went to his longhome beyond the bar. Ithappened in the winter,when the heavy nor-westers would pile theice around the light-house like great ice-bergs. They couldhardly have pulled. A! I. LUMBERBARGES, ANDTUGS SALUTEDPETRONELWHEN THEYPASSED. through, and keptthe light burning, ifit had not been forHardy, one of the life-saving crew from thePoint. Every day he would take the long walk down the shore from the har-bor town, and see that Petronel and her motherwere warm and had supplies; so that it was nowonder Petronel felt he was their best friendnow that the captain was gone. I hope we shall always be good friends, 894 PETRONELS LIGHT [Aug., Hardy, she would tell him. For I shall stayhere at the Point all my life, and take care ofthe light, and you will be at the station all yourlife, and be a life-saver. I do not think the northshore could get on without us two. Hardy did not say much. He would just smile,but surely in all the towns that edge the lakes,never was there such a smile as Hardys, andhis eyes were long and deepest blue, and theywould almost shut up when he smiled. It was asif he smiled with his eyes too. Sometim
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