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Bassett, Sara Ware, 1872-1968

"Flood Tide"

He grasped the inspiration with
zeal. Fate was with him. His watch was up, and he was free to make
his way back to the station, if he so willed, and put his remarkable
scheme into execution.
Away he sped through the howling tempest.
As he flew up the steps of the lookout tower, he could detect the
twinkling lights from his lady's home gemmed against the background of
velvet darkness. Perhaps her fluttering little heart was uneasy about
her lover, and she was peering out into the gale. However that may be,
he had no difficulty in summoning her to the window when he raised his
lantern. Then, with the talisman held high, he paused. What should he
say? Of course he could send no lengthy message. Even a few words
meant a laborious amount of spelling. Perhaps _Will You Marry Me?_ was
as simple and direct a way as he could put it. Firmly he gripped the
lantern. Then, instead of the customary three flashes, he began the
involved liftings, dippings, and circlings which in luminous waves were
to spell out his destiny.
_Will You Marry_--
Ah, there was no need for him to go on! Sarah Libbie had waited too
long for those magic words to doubt their purport.


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