. St. Nicholas [serial]. them, and carried it away. Petronel could guess,though. If there was an excursion boat bounddown the lake, laden with women and children,the Point light must watch for them like amothers eye, and guide them into the harbor. We must be up all night, , MadameButeau said, calmly, when she heard of it. Wemust keep the light very bright, and well is the beginning of the equinox, and we willhave the very bad storm, I fear. All night they sat in the little kitchen, listeningto the crashing of the storm, and the roar of theheavy seas sweeping in over the long
. St. Nicholas [serial]. them, and carried it away. Petronel could guess,though. If there was an excursion boat bounddown the lake, laden with women and children,the Point light must watch for them like amothers eye, and guide them into the harbor. We must be up all night, , MadameButeau said, calmly, when she heard of it. Wemust keep the light very bright, and well is the beginning of the equinox, and we willhave the very bad storm, I fear. All night they sat in the little kitchen, listeningto the crashing of the storm, and the roar of theheavy seas sweeping in over the long piers. Run-ning, racing, pounding, they seemed like thou- I9I2-] PETRONELS LIGHT 895 sands of feet to Petronel, just as though an armywere assaulting the lighthouse, and trying to scaleits high, stone walls. Every half-hour they took turns climbing the kerchiefs were waved at her, while the captainsent out his long salute to the light. Somehow, in the darkness on the windingstair, the tears came freely, and she sobbed as. SHE COlLD HARDLY HEAR H1M IN THE GALE. narrow stairs to the light-room, to be sure thebig reflectors were working properly, and thegreat radiant eye was blinking regularly, nowred, now white, then red again. When it was Petronels turn, her mother wouldwait for her at the foot of the stairs. It was im-possible to catch each others voices in the noiseof the tempest. The thundering of the seas out-side was like some mighty cataract, and over-head the real thunder of the sky crashed into it,and blended. • On the way down the stairs, each time, Pet-ronel would stop to look out of the narrow win-dows, for some sign of the lights on the Queen ofthe Straits. She knew the steamer, and loved it,as one of her passing friends that kept her com-pany. Twice a week it passed the Point, goingup and down the lake from the straits to Manis-tee and Grand Haven. Petronel always watchedfor her, the slender, white-hulled boat, the deckscrowded with pretty, summer-clad girls. Shel
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