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Updated: May 28, 2025
The forenoon was almost gone when I got back to the skiff. The tide had ebbed so far that the lightkeeper and I had to pull the little boat twenty feet to launch her. "There!" said Ben, "now you're afloat, ain't you. Cal'late you'll have to go way 'round Robin Hood's barn to keep off the flats. I forgot about the tide or I wouldn't have talked so much.
He did not rise when the lightkeeper reached his side, but remained quiet, looking up from a pair of gray eyes and smiling slightly with lips that were blue. He was a stranger to Atkins, a young fellow, rather good looking, dressed in blue serge trousers, negligee shirt, blue socks, and without shoes or hat. His garments were soaked, and the salt water dripped from his shoulders to the sand.
When this happened Miss Graham smiled, also, and blushed. Neither of them thought of looking out of the window. If they had not been so preoccupied, if they had looked out of that window, they would have seen a horse and buggy approaching over the dunes. Seth and Mrs. Bascom were on the buggy seat, and the lightkeeper was driving with one hand.
The back of his head striking the deck put a period in the middle of his sentence. The next moment he was being dragged by the collar to the little hand pump amidships. "Pump!" roared the lightkeeper. "Pump! or I'll break your everlastin' neck. Lively now!" The dazed genius rose to his knees. "What " he stammered. "Where " "Right there in front of you. Lively, you lubber!"
Under ordinary circumstances he would have gone over and asked if all was well. He would have done that, even if Seth were at home he was past the point where the lightkeeper or their compact could have prevented him but he could not muster courage to go now. She must have found the note he had tucked under the door, and he was afraid to hear her answer.
If trouble came he was ready for it, and in the meantime he should do as he pleased. But no trouble came. That day, and for many days thereafter, the lightkeeper was sweetness itself. He and his helper had never been more anxious to please each other, and the house at Twin-Lights was to all appearances an abode of perfect trust and peace.
Whenever I addressed a remark to her, she turned it with a laugh and her next speech was pretty certain to be addressed to the lightkeeper or his wife. As for our adventure in the launch, that she treated as a joke. "Wan't you awful scared when that squall struck so sudden?" inquired Mrs. Atwood. "Dreadfully." "Humph!" this from Joshua; "I cal'late Mr. Paine was some scart too.
A slight noise startled the lightkeeper, and he looked up. His helper was standing in the doorway, upon his face an expression of intense and delighted surprise. "What?" exclaimed Mr. Brown. "What? Is it really you?" Seth put down the paper and nodded. "Um-hm," he observed drily, "it's really me." "Up? and WELL?" queried Brown. "Um-hm. Pretty well, considerin', thank you.
You see, he was out of his head and wanderin' up the lane 'most to the main road and she'd been callin' on Keziah and when she come away from the parsonage she heard him hollerin' and goin' on and " "Who did?" "Why" the lightkeeper glanced at his companions "why, doc, 'twas Grace Van Horne. And she fetched him back to the shanty and then come and got me to telegraph you." "Grace Van Horne!
The lightkeeper looked keenly at him for a moment. Then he said: "Well, ain't there nothin' to do but stand around? Gettin' pretty nigh to supper time, ain't it? Put the kettle on and set the table." It was not supper time, but Brown obeyed orders. Seth went to cooking.
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