The midnight sun
Shane -- my husband -- is dead ! If -- if he were living -- he would have come -- to me -- today ! '' The tattered flag on the pole above stirred to an awakening breeze ... . The midnight sun touched the rim of the sea , and lingered to kiss with blood-red lips the cruel waters that have taken many men ... . Then it doubled back on its track and slowly , perceptibly , rose again , as if reluctant to lose sight of the lonely Lookout where Lollie , fully awake now , was trying to gather two sobbing women into his thin , little-boy arms . An hour later , Ellen , worn out by the vigil of the night before and the long watching on the Lookout , lay on the blankets of her bed fully dressed . Lollie slumbered beside her , his tumbled red head in the crook of his arm .