Captain David began to climb the long flight of iron stairs. It was his custom to start early, in order that he might stop upon each landing and take a view of the land and water on his way up. As David got higher and higher, his spirits rose in proportion. Below were duty and care; aloft was the Light, that was his pride and glory, and the freedom of solitude and silence!

When David began his climb-because it was the manner of the man to face life with a song upon his lips-he hummed softly:

“I would not live alway,
No, welcome the tomb.”

He paused on the first landing and took in the satisfying prospect of his garden, edged around by summer flowers and showing a thrifty collection of needful vegetables.

“And only man is vile!” panted David, starting upward, and changing his song. By the time the third landing was reached care and anxiety were about forgotten and the outlook upon the rippling bay was inspiring.

“And we put three shots in the lobster pots,
Three cheers for the witches three”

Davy remembered only snatches of this song, but its hilarious tunefulness appealed to his state of feeling on the third landing. David chuckled, gurgled, and puffingly mounted higher.

“Looks like it might be a good crab season,” he muttered, “an’ I hope t’ gum! the city folks won’t trifle with the isters out o’ season.

’Brightly gleams our Father’s mercy,
From His lighthouse evermore;
But to us-’”

puff, pant, groan!

“’He gives the keepin’ of the lights alón’ the shore!’” David had reached the Light! He always timed himself to the moment. When the sun dropped behind the Hills, David’s Light took possession of the coming night!

He stepped inside the huge lamp, rubbed an imaginary spot off the glistening glass, turned up the wick and touched it with the ready match. Then he came forth and eyed the westering sun. That monarch, riding through the longest day of the year, was reluctant to give up his power; but David was patient. With hand upon the cloth covering he bided his time. It was a splendid sunset. Beyond the Hills the clouds were orange-red and seemed to part in order that the round sun should have a wide course for his royal exit. The shadows were coming up out of the sea. David felt, rather than saw, the purpling light stealing behind him, but he had, for the present, to do only with the day.

“There was glory over all the land,” quoted the man, “a flood of glory.” Then the sun was gone! On the instant the covering was snatched away, and David’s Light shone cheerily in the glory that at first obscured it.

“Your turn will come!” comforted the keeper as if to a friend, “they’ll bless ye, come darkness!”

With that he stepped out upon the narrow balcony surrounding the tower, to “freshen up.”

From that point the dunes, dividing the ocean and the bay, seemed but weak barriers. The sea rolled nearer and nearer.

“Thus far and no farther,” whispered David reverently; “the Lord don’t need anythin’ bigger than that strip o’ sand to make His waters obey His will. No mountains could be safer than them dunes when once the Lord has set the limit. That looks like the Comrade off beyond the P’int!” he went on; “I’ll take my beef without cabbage, if that ain’t Janet a-makin’ for the Light, an’ as late as this, too! Billy’s told her ’bout the change, an’ she wouldn’t wait, once she was convinced. She might have stayed with Billy till mornin’, the impatient little cuss.”

The sailboat was scudding before the ocean breeze. Its white wing was the only one upon the bay, and David watched it with a new interest.

“Comin’ over t’ make her fortune,” he muttered, “comin’ over t’ help fleece the boarders! By gum! I wonder, knowin’ what Billy knows, an’ havin’ the handlin’ of a craft like Janet, he didn’t hold the sheet rope pretty snug as he headed her int’ this harbor.”

The boat made the landing without a jar. The girl sprang out, secured the Comrade, then shouldered a carpet-bag, boy-fashion, and came up the winding path toward the lighthouse. David watched her, bending over the railing, until she passed within; then he straightened himself and waited.

The purple gloaming came; the Light took on courage and dignity; the stars shone timidly as if apologizing for appearing where really their little glow was not needed. Then softly:

“Cap’n David, are you on the balcony?”

“Who be ye comin’ on the government property without permission?” growled David. Janet came out of the narrow doorway and flung her arms around the keeper’s neck.

“Cap’n Davy, I’ve come off to be adopted! I had to stop downstairs to make my room ready and pay Susan Jane two weeks in advance, but I’ve got business with you now. Bring out a couple of chairs, Cap’n, this is going to be a long watch.”

David paused as he went upon the errand.

“The money is what sticks, Janet. Money atween me an’ Billy is a ticklish matter. Don’t lay it up agin Susan Jane, girl, the conniverin’ in money ways an’ the Holy Book is all that Susan Jane has, since she was struck.”

“It’s all right, Cap’n David, if it were only my money! And it soon will be, Davy; it soon will be. I’ve just waked up to the fact that I ought to be helping along, instead of hanging on Cap’n Billy. Seventeen, and only just waking up! I’ve come over to the gold mine, Davy, and I’m going to do some digging for myself.”

David sighed and laughed together; it was a rare combination, and one for which he was noted. Presently he came out with the chairs. The two put their backs to the Light. David took out his pipe, and Janet, bracing her feet against the railing and clasping her hands behind her head, looked up at the stars. Next to Captain Billy, this man beside her was her truest friend.

“Goin’ t’ help wait at some table?” asked David between long, heartsome puffs.

“Nope.”

“Maybe, washin’?”

“Nope.”

“Anythin’ in mind, special?”

“Yep.”

“What?”

“I’m going up to the Hills and learn to paint pictures!”

“By gum!”

“Yes. I can at least see things as they are. All I shall have to do is to learn to handle the brushes and mix the paint.”

“By gum!”

“And, Cap’n David, I know what you all think. You think me a useless kind of girl, willing enough to hang on Cap’n Billy and take all he can give. And I know that you think him soft and, maybe, silly, because he hasn’t been sterner with me. But you’re all wrong! Cap’n Daddy and I haven’t been wasting our time. We’ve got awfully close to each other while we’ve lived alone and had only ourselves. I’ve been thinking a long time of how I could help him best. I didn’t want to come over and-and-what shall I say?-well, plunder the city folks. That’s what every one is doing. Sometimes I’m sorry for them, the city folks. It seems like we ought to treat them more as visitors, than as ships that have been tossed up.”

“Lord!” spluttered David through his smoke; “they know how t’ look after themselves.”

“Yes, and when I think of that, I’m afraid of them. They’ll get something out of us for all the money they spend. And, Davy, I don’t want them to get it out of me!”

“Get it out of you!” David struck his pipe on the railing and the sparks fell into the night like a shower of stars. Janet nodded her head.

“Yes, get it out of me! All the same if I’m going to help make my living, this seems the only way, so I’m going in with the rest. But I want to choose my own path. Davy, did you ever see my mother? Of course you did! She was pretty, but I’m a lot better looking. Cap’n Billy’s been telling me about her.”

“Tellin’ ye about her, all?” David asked faintly.

“Oh! I reckon not all; he was choking while he talked, and I hated to ask him particulars. How old was I when she died, Cap’n Davy?”

“Ye warn’t no age at all, child; as yer little skiff hove int’ sight, hers set sail. Ye didn’t any more than hail each other in passin’.”

“Oh! tell me more, Davy.”

“‘T was an awful night ye chose, Janet. Wind off sea, an’ howlin’ like mad. Sleet an’ rain minglin’, an’ porridge ice slammin’ ont’ shore! Billy had the midnight patrol, an’ fore he started out, he ’ranged that we should keep one eye out toward his cottage,-I happened t’ be on that night,-an’ if we saw a light in the lean-to winder, I was t’ rouse Mrs. Jo G. ’Long ‘bout two, I saw the light, an’ I made tracks for Mrs. Jo G.’s. The wind almost knocked us down as we set out for Billy’s. I waited in the lean-to, an’ Mrs. Jo G. she went int’ the bedroom.”

“Go on, Cap’n Davy. I wish I had known always about Mrs. Jo G. She didn’t mind the storm? Somehow I never thought of her like that.”

“‘T was only human, Janet, her an’ yer ma was the only females at the Station. ’Long ‘bout four, Billy came a-staggerin’ in. He had seen the light shinin’ in the winder. He was coated over with ice, ice hangin’ to his beard an’ lashes, but Lord, how his eyes was glitterin’! I couldn’t say a blessed thin’. Gum! there wasn’t a thing t’ say. I just gripped him like a looney, an’ he gripped me, an’ thar we stood a-starin’ an’ a-staring’! ‘Why don’t ye go in?’ I asked.”

“And why didn’t he?” Janet was struggling with an inclination to cry, “why didn’t he?” David, fearing he had ventured upon dangerous ground, muttered:

“He said he couldn’t! Them was his own words. Billy was always queer. Just then Mrs. Jo G. came int’ the living room. She had you-we didn’t know it then, fur ye was just a round bundle-in her arms. Mrs. Jo G. always speaks to the p’int when she does speak,” Davy continued, “an’ all she said was, ’This is all that’s left, Cap’n Billy-the mother’s gone!’”

“Oh! my Cap’n!” murmured Janet; “and only to-night I have heard this!”

“Now don’t take on, Janet!” David clumsily stroked the pretty head that had found a resting place upon the iron railing. “It was because Billy hated any takin’ on that he kept mum. Him an’ me an’ Mrs. Jo G. we have always acted as if nothin’ unusual had happened. Ye had a stormy voyage, child, an’ Billy wanted that ye should have calm, while he was in control.”

“Oh! Cap’n Billy, my poor old Daddy! And I’ve been a wild, uncaring girl, David. Never taking hold like the others! Just following Daddy about, and being a burden! And to think it was-it was boarders that aroused me! Oh! Davy, it makes me sick.”

“Now see here, Janet!” David got up and walked twice around the little gallery. “I ain’t a-sayin’ but what ye ought t’ be helpin’ yerself an’ takin’ anxiety off o’ Billy: but I do say that it ain’t goin’ t’ ease Billy any, if ye go gallivantin’ off to the Hills with any fool notion that good looks is goin’ t’ help ye.”

“They always help, Cap’n David, always!” Janet’s assertion came through a muffled sob. “You mustn’t think I care for my looks myself. I’d just as soon be as peaked and blue-white as Mrs. Jo G.’s Maud, but I know pretty looks are just so much to the good-

“Or bad!” broke in David.

“Well, have it that way. But it is according to how you use them. I’m going to use my good looks wisely!”

“By gum!” muttered David. This was his escape valve. When other words failed, “by gum” eased the tension. “Ye ain’t much on looks, Janet, when ye come to that,” he said presently. “Ye ain’t tidy, nor tasty; ye ain’t a likely promise fur what a handy woman ought t’ be. Yer powerful breezy an’ uncertain, an’ yer unlike what folks is use t’.”

“Davy!” Janet came in front of him and the light fell full upon her. “Davy, you just listen and see how wise I am! Do you know why the city folks have come to Quinton? We never, at least not many of us, saw anything very splendid about the Hills, the dunes and the bay, now did we?”

“The fact is, we didn’t!”

“Well, these people are wild about them because they are unlike the common things they are used to. I am like Quinton, Davy; I know it way down in my heart. You won’t catch me fixing up like city folks and looking queer enough to turn you dizzy. Quinton and I are going to be true to ourselves, Davy, and you’ll soon see if my looks do not help!”

“By gum!” sighed David; and remembering his vow to Billy to watch over this girl, he sighed again and ordered her below in no very gentle voice.