Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 5: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

| | | All at once the outer door was flung noisily open, and a young man, of perhaps twenty-four years, ap- peared before the startled group with pale face and trembling limbs. “What is it, Jim?’ demanded the light-keeper, looking up from his paper. “*There’s something wrong out yonder, sir,’ Jim responded, pointing with his thumb over his right shoulder toward the sea, Saudy Morton arose quickly and strode to the door, a white, set look on his face, for he never heard of a vessel in danger without thinking how his own son and his fair young wife had been lost when almost in sight of his own door. The night was fearfully dark; the wind was blow- ing fiercely; the waves ran high, and leaped against the rock-girt island with a sullen roar like some wild animal in the act of springing upon its prey. Suddenly, as Captain Morton looked, a vivid line of light went streaming up intothe dark vault above, about a mile away to the south of him. It was a rocket, and for a momentit lighted up the wild sea and threatening sky, then it went out, and thick darkness reigned again. “What is it, grandfather?” asked Percy, who had het a his book and followed the keeper to the oor, “There is a vessel of some kind in danger, and the captain is throwing lights as signals of distress,” re- turned the man in a low, intense voice. Then he called out in a tone of command: “Jim,run! Getout the boat! We must do what we can.” “Sure, sir, we never can goto any ship on sucha night as this; we couldn’t see an ineh afore: 8, let alone battling with such a sea.” COMMIEEOOKS GOD —- -s-