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STATE CERTIFICATE. for live year . Address the President, Selection of. ~tudles permitte·cl to teachers. under favorable conrht1on . THERON B. PRAY, · Stevens Poin t, Wis. THE NORMAL POINTER. Volume V. STEVENS POINT, Wis., OCTOBER 15,. 1899. Number 1. ~itei'aty. had a beauty unthought of in its rormer appear­ ance. The magical baud of the electrician had A FIRE AT SEA. turned the swit~h and darkness was a thing of the I was tired. My walk of thirty miles that morn­ past. ing did not tend to make me frisky. But where Ding- dong- eight times I counted the strokes of should I sleep? My pocket was as empty as the the bell on the '>teamer, and from the other ships in average tramp's, and going to a hotel was not to be the harbor came back the answer as eight· bells thought of. · Down near the bay I could sec a large was struck, and with these chimes ringing in my open sheri. It was the best place in sight, so I ears I fell asleep. walked slowly down the road. As I drew nP.arcr I uddenly 1 found myself sitting upright wide. could see a large pile of what were evidently bags of awake and stal'ing around to see the cause of, my feed for the mules, and I quieLly recounoitered for a awakening. All was quiet. The moon was far in good bunk. A gang of "mule packers" bad pre­ the west and out in the bay I could see the lights of· empted the spot, but they welcomed me heartily and the different ships as they rose a l: d ·fell. · invited me to grub wit~ them. It did not take me Below me, at the foot of the pile, one of, the mule long to accept and I had my tirst square meal o~ packers stirred uneasily, and apparently falling several days. into a::i uncomfortable po ition, began to swear I did not stop Lo talk long after supper, fmt seram­ lustily. bled to the top of the pile, and pulling out a bag I T crawled back into my hole, but sleep would. not cuddled down. in its place and laying my head on come to me. Finally, getting tired of pitching back my arm, prepa.r d to rest. and forth, I crawled to the edge of the pile and slid' A large lighter which was chained to the pier, down . My foot narrowly niissed the· hand of my. rose and fell at e,ery wave, with many a creak .friend with the strong voice. He stirred, half sat" and groan, and then dashecl against the dock as if up, but was too sleepy to see me, and he fell back to rebelling against the power that held it. his old occupation. Out in the harbor lay a beautiful white steamer at I went to the edge of the pier and sat down. My. anchor, and as I watched it growing dimmer rn feet almost touched the water and now and' 'then the gathering twilight it seemed like the soul of some heavier swell swept entirely over them. The an innocent child being gradually blackened by the ri3e and fall of the water was ve1·y soothing: I won­ clarkne::1s of sin and trouble, and my thoughts went dered what time it was when, as if in answer, ding back to the time when l , a child at my mother's dong rang ·out the steamer's bell. This time there knee, had a soul pure IJ,nd unstajned by the knowl­ were no answering rings. so I decided that the edge of sin. The feeling of hopelessness that crept steamer's people must be the only ones who were o.er [!le was fast develo1~ing into an attack of the keeping watch. blues. when suddenl _v , in a way that seemed almost As my gaze wandered irfl y from one ship to an­ prophetic, there flashed from every pol't of the other, I noticed a sudden tlash of light from what steamer a radiance that nearly blinded me! and the looked like a large boat near the mouth of the har­ steamer an instant ago .so nearly lost in the gloom bor, and in rather au isolated position. It was 2 THE NORMAL POINTER. gone in an instant, but soon reappeared, this time darkness that shut out from us everything save a lasting a little longer. I \Yatched it curiously. few burning embers that floated idly in the bay. Queer it seemed to me that they should signal at JOHN JONES. ~ that time of night. REVERIF.S. Again it reappeared, and this time it fli cket·ed in It is a damp, cold night. The wind blows the fine an unusual way for a signal light, and I thought I mi t against my face, but I do not care. I have not could see a wreath of b!ack smoke. I was wide far to go! and besides my mackintosh is buttoned · awake in an instant. and my heart almost ceased to closely around me. I would open my umbrella, beat as I watched for the light again. but the wind is rather strong, and, to tell the truth, This time there wa no mistake, for a the flames I rather like the cooling sensation of the mist.