This page has been validated.
AT THE LIGHTHOUSE
61
the lad standing before him; "but he went away more than a week ago."
"Gone away!" echoed Joe. "Did he—did he get my letter?"
"I don't know whether it was your letter or not," said the keeper. "One came for him the day after he left. It's here yet. It was from Flagstaff, Arizona, I believe."
"That's my letter!" exclaimed Joe. "And he never got it! Poor Dad, he doesn't yet know that I'm alive!" and he turned away with tears in his eyes.
