Janet of the Dunes | Page 3

yer tiller close!"
"Oh! I know, Cap'n, but I do not want to take part in it all. I want to
stay alone with you. Think of the patrols, Cap'n Daddy! I'll take them
all with you. Sunset, midnight, and morning! You and I, Daddy, dear,
under the stars, or through storm! Ah, I've ached for just this!"
Billy felt his determination growing weak.
"I've made 'rangements, Janet; Cap'n David he's goin' to board ye, an'
ye can look about, an' if ye see an openin' t' get a chance t' better
yerself--not in the marryin' way, but turnin' a penny--why it will all
help, my girl, an' ye ought t' be havin' the chance with the city folks,
what all the others is havin'."
"Oh! you sly old Cap'n Daddy! And do you realize that Cap'n Davy's
Susan Jane isn't any joke to live with? You don't hear Davy tattling, but
other folks are not so particular. Daddy, dear, I just cannot!" And with

this the girl sprang into the net, rolled over and over and then lay
ensnarled in the meshes at Billy's feet, her laughing eyes shining
through the strands.
"Ye 'tarnal rascal!" cried Billy.
"You think you've caught me!" whined Janet, "you think you've got me!
Oh! Cap'n, I'm afraid of the city folks!"
"Fraid!" sneered Billy. "My Janet 'fraid o' anythin'!"
"Yes, honest true! I do not want to be near them. I scent danger; not to
them, but to me!"
Billy, bereft of his hands' occupation, looked out seaward. He was
well-nigh distracted. Always his duty to this girl was uppermost in his
simple mind; but his love and anxiety mingled with it. He no more
understood her than he understood the elements that made havoc along
the coast and necessitated his brave calling. He waged war with the sea
to save his kind; and he struggled against the opposing forces in Janet
that he in no wise understood, in order that she, as a girl among others,
should have her rights.
Wild little creature as she had always been, Billy had used all the
opportunities at hand to tame her into a similarity to the other children
of the Station; and when he had failed, he gloried in the failure, and
grew more distracted. Braving opposition in the girl and the dangers of
Nature, Billy had forced the child across the bay to the school at the
Corners. What there was to learn in that primitive institution, Janet had
learned, and much more besides in ways of which Billy knew nothing.
For years the quaint seaside village had lain unnoticed in its droning
course. Ships, now and again, had been driven upon the bar outside the
dunes, and at such times the bravery of the quiet crew at the
Government Station was sung in the distant city papers.
Now and again the superiority of the Point Quinton Light would be
mentioned. But Captain David never knew of it. He tended and loved

the Light with a fatherly interest. It was his life's trust, and David was a
poet, an inarticulate poet, who spoke only through his shining Light.
The government was his master. David thought upon the government in
a personal way and served it reverently.
Then an artist had discovered Quinton-by-the-Sea. He took a painting
of it back to the restless town, a painting full of color of dune, sea, bay,
and hundred-toned Hills, with never a tree to stay the progress of the
unending breezes. That was sufficient! The artist was great enough to
touch the heart and Quinton was doomed to be famous! But it was only
the beginning now. Every house in the village had opened its doors to
the strangers; and every pocket yawned for possible dollars. Tents were
pitched in artistic arrangement on the Hills, but the hotel was not yet.
Managers waited to see if the fever would last. While they waited, the
village folk reaped a breathtaking harvest. Mrs. Jo G., the only woman
who had lived at the Life Saving Station in her own home, packed up
and went "off," with baggage and children, to open the old farmhouse
on the mainland and take boarders. Before going she left food for Billy
to digest.
"This be Janet's chance," she said, standing with her hands on her hips,
and her sunbonnet shading her fair, pinched face--nothing ever tanned
Mrs. Jo G. "She can turn in an' help wait on table, or she kin take in
washin'. It won't hurt her a mite. Washin' will have t' be done, an' the
city folks will pay. Janet can make them fetch and carry their own duds.
She can stand on her dignity; an' wash money is as good as any other."
Billy experienced a distinct chill at this last