Lighthouse Twelve

But one fear. Put him in the vortex of his own nightmares. That's the story of White House 12. Taken this week from the files of John Steele Adventurer. All friends, this is John Steele. If you like yarns with a briny flavor, this week's tale will be right up your alley.

It's a chapter from the life of a young friend of mine I grew to know quite well. after he'd been discharged from the Navy. I know he's anxious to tell you this story because he feels as I do that was a period in his life which shown him the importance of looking a problem squarely in the face. I first met Peter Rawlings when I was running

a supply cutter for the Coast Guard along Portland Bluff and but let's have Peter tell you about it himself. Pete? I guess plenty of guys came out of the war with uneasy thoughts that seemed too unimportant to talk about.

Things a man just tries to work out by himself. That's the way I felt. Would have embarrassed me to make a big thing of it. My application for the lighthouse course at Coast Guard School came through right before I got out of the hospital and I figured this is all blow over as soon as I got out of the

new job. Night doesn't last forever, it's the way I saw it. Jan had been riding, asking me when she could come see me, but I kept putting her off till I had this thing all squared away.

Not that she wouldn't have understood, Jan's a bright girl, but being a woman she'd have worried. But once you came up to school, I finished the course and didn't take much convincing on her part about getting married right away.