"Suppose the lumber had been set on fire, too! And you haven't had anything to eat?"

"I don't want to eat. I'm only frightened to death at the wicked Gentiles burning the island. I couldn't stay there all night, so I got down and ran to your house."

"Of course, you poor child! But, Rosanne, where's your husband?"

The trembling creature stiffened herself and looked at Cecilia out of the corners of her long eyes. "He's with Elizabeth Aiken."

The only wife of one husband did not know how to take hold of this subject.

"But your father was there," she suggested. "How could you leave your father and run the risk of never seeing him again?"

"I don't care if I never see him again. He said he was so discouraged he didn't care what became of any of us."

Cecilia was going to plead the cause of domestic affection further, but she saw that four step-mothers could easily be given up. She turned helplessly to her husband who stood in the door.

"Poor thing! Ludlow, what in the world shall we do?"

"Put her to bed."

"Of course, Ludlow. But will anybody hurt you to-morrow?"

"There are two good guns on the rack over the chimney. I don't think anybody will hurt me or her either, to-morrow."

"Rosanne, my dear," said Cecilia, trying to lift the relaxed soft body and to open the stairway door behind her. "Come up with me right off. I think you better be where people cannot look in at us."

Rosanne yielded and stumbled to her feet, clinging to her friend. When they disappeared the young man heard her through the stairway enclosure sobbing with convulsive gasps:

"I hate Elizabeth Aiken! I wish they would kill Elizabeth Aiken! I hate her--I hate her!"

The lighthouse-keeper sat down again on his doorstep and faced the prospect of taking care of a homeless Mormon. It appeared to him that his wife had not warmly enough welcomed her or met the situation with that recklessness one needed on Beaver Island. The tabernacle began to burn lower, brands streaming away in the current which a fire makes.

It was strange to be more conscious of inland doings than of that vast unsalted sea so near him, which moistened his hair with vaporous drifts through the darkness. The garnet redness of the temple shed a huger amphitheatre of shine around itself. A taste of acrid smoke was on his lips. He was considering that drunken fishermen might presently begin to rove, and he would be wiser to go in and shut the house and put out his candle, when by stealthy approaches around the lighthouse two persons stood before him.

"Is Ludlow here?" inquired a voice which he knew.

"I'm here, Jim! Are all the Mormons coming back?"

"Is Rosanne in your house?"

"Rosanne is here; up-stairs with Cecilia. Come inside, Jim. Have you Elizabeth with you?"

"Yes, I have Elizabeth with me."

The three entered together. Ludlow shut the door and dropped an iron bar across it. The young men standing opposite were of nearly the same age; but one was fearless and free and the other hara.s.sed and haggard.

Out-door labor and the skill of the fisheries had given to both depth of chest and clean, muscular limbs. But James Baker had the desperate and hunted look of a fugitive from justice. He was fair, of the strong-featured, blue-eyed type that has pale chestnut-colored hair clinging close to a well-domed head.

"Yes, Rosanne is here," Ludlow repeated. "Now will you tell me how you got here?"

"I rowed back in a boat."

"Who let you have a boat?"

"There were sailors on the steamer. After I found Rosanne was left behind I would have had a boat or killed the man that prevented me. I had to wait out on the lake until it got dark. I knew your wife would take care of her. I told myself that when I couldn't find any chance to land in St. James's Bay until sunset."

"She's been hiding in the lumber on the dock all day."

"Did any one hurt her?"

"Evidently not."

The Mormon husband's face cleared with a convulsion which in woman would have been a relieving burst of tears.

"Sit down, Elizabeth," said the lighthouse-keeper. "You look fit to fall."

"Yes, sit down, Elizabeth," James Baker repeated, turning to her with secondary interest. But she remained standing, a tall Greek figure in bloomers, so sure of pose that drapery or its lack was an accident of which the eye took no account. She had pushed her soft brown hair, dampened by the lake, behind her ears. They showed delicately against the two shining ma.s.ses. Her forehead and chin were of n.o.ble and courageous shape. If there was fault, it was in the breadth and height of brows masterful rather than feminine. She had not one delicious sensuous charm to lure man. Her large eyes were blotted with a hopeless blankness. She waited to see what would be done next.

"Now I'll tell you," said Baker to his friend, with decision, "I'm not going to bring the howling Gentiles around you."

"I don't care whether they come or not."

"I know you don't. It isn't necessary in such a time as this for you and me to look back."

"I told you at the time I wouldn't forget it, Jim. You stood by me when I married Cecilia in the teeth of the Mormons, and I'll stand by you through any mob of Gentiles. My sail-boat's out yonder, and it's yours as long as you want it; and we'll provision it."

"That's what I was going to ask, Ludlow."

"If I were you I'd put for Green Bay. Old neighbors are there, my father among them."

"That was my plan!"

"But," Ludlow added, turning his thumb over his shoulder with embarra.s.sment, "they're all Gentiles in Green Bay."

"Elizabeth and I talked it over in the boat. I told her the truth before G.o.d. We've agreed to live apart. Ludlow, I never wanted any wife but Rosanne, and I don't want any wife but Rosanne now. You don't know how it happened; I was first of the young men called on to set an example.

Brother Strang could bring a pressure to bear that it was impossible to resist. He might have threatened till doomsday. But I don't know what he did with me. I told him it wasn't treating Elizabeth fair. Still, I married her according to Saints' law, and I consider myself bound by my pledge to provide for her. She's a good girl. She has no one to look to but me. And I'm not going to turn her off to shift for herself if the whole United States musters against me."

"Now you talk like a man. I think better of you than I have for a couple of weeks past."

"It ought to make me mad to be run off of Beaver. But I couldn't take any interest. May I see Rosanne?"

"Go right up-stairs. Cecilia took her up to put her to bed. The walls and floors are thick here or she would have heard your voice."

"Poor little Rosanne! It's been a hard day for her."

The young Mormon paused before ascending. "Ludlow, as soon as you can give me a few things to make the women comfortable for the run to Green Bay, I'll take them and put out."

"Tell Cecilia to come down. She'll know what they need."

Until Cecilia came down and hugged Elizabeth silently but most tenderly the lighthouse-keeper stood with his feet and gaze planted on a braided rug, not knowing what to say. He then shifted his feet and remarked: