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"A storm, d’ye call it, Mai-ster David; why, this is nowt but the wind we've aw been whistling for. We’ve had a grand run, a. bit too much west, mebbe, bit What’s it matter, Weill s_oon knock that off. x... J v m . _ . . _ . I" On deck once more he worked his way back by short tacks to the station he had held through the night, took counsel with Goliath, and was assured that the tempest was not worth mention as com- pared with some that the skipper had won through. “I’ll ownâ€"been a bit worried-â€" 'bout brig,” Goliath roared in his ear, some of his words being snip- ped off and blown away to leeward. “Got too little freeboardâ€"how gears heldâ€"miracle.” “Can’t you lightenâ€"bit, Casson -â€"heave someâ€"cargo overboard. Do whatâ€"like's longâ€"keep afloat.” much west, mebbe, bit What’s it matter, we’ll soon knock that off. As for t' brig, she’s as dry as a. bone an’ what mair can ye ask for? Storm, d'ye call it?” and the men burst into a. roar of scornful laugh« terâ€"“ay, a. landsman’s gale, an’ if ye divvent mind, it’ll blow the cap ofi» your heid.” | "Too lateâ€"took hatches offâ€"â€" these seas coming aboardâ€"down like a stone. Never fearâ€"all doâ€" best.” With a. nod and a smile, Goliath scrambled up the tilted steps, and with grim, fierce intensity, fought for life, fought, as none save the men of the merchant, marine ever do fight. Twice Death laid his hand upon the bri'g and almost iorced her} down into those depths wherein the lost Davies of the world are 1y- ing. Twice again be snapped her time-worn ropes as though they were but lines of flimsy packthread and spread her sails, flapping. with artillery crack, along the wind. And amid all the stress and tumult, their hands bleeding and bodies sorely bruised, the men of the Daniel did their best. and when the sun went, down David lay peacefully sleeping in his bunk. eyes and shadow ( blurred Clank, “Davit Clank, CHAPTER XXVI Davie, boy." Davie lauk‘ thump thump, Clank. ntly David opened peered blinkin out 01 eons of his berth intc the mp,. c e was that ni an, 3'0 ght M felt “But can’t you lighten her fur- ther, clear more of the cargo out ‘I” “That might keep her afloat a. bit longer if the pumps were equal to the flow, but as it is the water's gaining on them. I’ve been below, Master David, and I tell you, she’s {just a. sieve.” “Ca-sson.” “Ay, sir.” “Would this have happened if you’d got those repairs you asked for ‘2” “No.” Goliath’s anger suddenly blazed up, and he shouted his reâ€" ply. “No; a scrap 0’ tow would have saved her, only a, measley scrap o’ towâ€"my poor old brig, my bonny brig.” “Hush, man, hush. The day may come when you’ll thank God lfor the ship you’ve lost.” Hatless, dishevelled, he mount- ed to the deck, glanced along its tiny length and beheld. not the terror of shipwreck but the hero- ism of men. From the pumps only the din of panic. Dismally disâ€" cordant, the iron arms rocked in their sockets, beating time to their sway a. foul, black~dyed stream spurted from the spouts and gushed along the scuppers. All other sound was calm, dignified. all other moveâ€" ment precise, unflurried, the move~ ment of intelligent e-ffort._ Apart from the Daniel, barely a. trace of the storm remains. The night of black fury has melted to the morn of radiant peace. Yet the pumps are throbbing, the noiâ€" some streams are flooding the scupâ€" pers, and yonder are the boats. Hastily, David stzides to the rail and looks along the rail. A few more inches and the decks will be awash. H , “Come, boy, come. Cap’n Dan gent-1y coaxes, but David pays no heed. Instead, he wheels about) and his voice cuts clearly through the keen airâ€"â€" “Captain Casson.” The skipper responds on the run. “Has everything been done 1’” David demands. “Everything. We’ve jettisoned some of the load to lighten her a bit, and we’ve got, sheets slung under her hull, but she’s been too badly strained, and now she's mak- ing water in every seam.” message never n: if one 11 may talk ter here ute ment there the “It’ll he‘s But- David ther questi er questionâ€" How much longer will she I Not more'n an hour.” And is all ready?” Ay, we can leave her this . if you like.” Not; just, yet. Casson; I rs,uyet séeing nothing," y mov'es aft and halts xpectant group. Grim: 1' e )1’ .ne when you’ll thank Gm ship you’ve lost.” be a canny day, sir, ifâ€"’ )avid silenced him with an £11K 3W3) 1' {be men , each othe \V n along BC gmn, and the other and. Bet- waste of g; David ts before 113' faced. may 1e-ro- V U)‘ a; on” what M] 111111 rney boat mise I made and broke. In the presence of Death, I made it, un- der the Shadow of Death I renew it. You mustn’t doubt me, lads, you mustn’t doubt me.” He held out his hands in passionate appeal â€"â€"“H-ere on the deck of this sink- ing ship I give you my pledge. I’ve done with the shame and agony of greed, done with the nightmare of Self-seeking. If I’m spared, the Graham ships shall sail again under the old flag.” He has made his, vow again. Once more he has pledged his days, entered into a, bond with Time {1nd their garments dripping in tribute to the night-long warfare, they wait in wonder tinged with awe. “My lads,” David beginsâ€"his lips are hot and dry, his voice hard but firmâ€"“my lads, I’Ve a word for you before we bid good-bye to the Danielâ€"a. messag-u and a. promise. The old brig's at the end of her voyaging. and none of us can_tell what’s'going to happen out there in the boats. It may be, please God, we shall all of us win through,‘ it may be only a part. My message is for the folks at home. If I can’t give it. to themâ€" myself, you must do itâ€"for me â€"â€" those of you whom the waters spare. “Tell the people”â€"more tender now his voice, strong and loud and free it overtops the clash of the seasâ€"“tell the people in the old place, the only folks I care about, that the David Graham they knew was nothing better than a puppy with blinded eyes. Tell them that for two years he lived for gold and power, and, like the fool he was, he thought these more to be desir- ed than honor and love and the peace of right dealing. Tell them that beforeâ€"the endâ€"David‘s eyes were opened because the men of the Daniel were faithful, and that whenâ€"the end cameâ€"he was sorâ€" Grimy eyes are red-rimmed now, and the mariners look upon him as through a mist. “That is my message; it is in your keeping; you mustn’t fail me. Now you shall have my promise; it’s the old one over agaln, the proâ€" Graham ships shall sail again under the old flag.” He has made his vow again. Once more he has pledged his days, entered into a bond with Time and Truth. Like every man who has failed, he stands at a disadvantage, l‘efore the coldly doubting world beyond the seas he would be suspeg T-heir sh into the n: ened und- hlmselt. him, an They w throat- latrer, V turned. tumultuous then begun and it ls l you lubbérs. ing on? Y01 Three cheer cheers for M And with the take DSC10113 1‘1 .eir ship is going down, down, the mystic realm of the dark- l und-erseas, but they them- es are exalted on the sunwash- lains of triumph. This is their '. They have saved a man from self. Joyfully they crowd about and in silence wring his hand. y would cheer if heart, and at were not so full. A little depar ' are "about to enter the when Cap’n Dan_b§com(}s were not 5 when thelr . they rend is not homam ngra .Il‘e 01; so full. A little Ieir voices have re- 'end the air with :1. mt, but memory has 3 fill up the blanks, to David that this is rendered. yâ€"Hip 1t1 III , avast. lat’ re yc don arrest-s now cast low into the valley of buoyant green, the two boats lie off the length of a, couple of cables and wait, sentine-ls in the place of death. This is deference to the heart-de pleading of Goliath. N “I can’t leave my old brig while she floats, Master David. I must stand by her 3.“ long as she shows her spars. It‘won’t.be for‘long.” Stealthily, inch by inch, the water rise round her, unprotestingâ€" 1.) she yields to their lure. Lower and lower, and lower still. At last the watchers ‘behold her quiv- er from stem to stern, as though for the first time she feels the throb of fear. And after that, a. mighty crash of rending timber, as the pent-up force, caged within the hold, bursts the deck, the snap of riven spars, rattle of cordage, rip and flap of tearing sail, a madden- ed swish and swirl~â€"â€"Two tiny boats alone upon the bosom of the sea. “But,” said G-oodley, “Dr. Price-Price doesn't ask for pay from poor Ratiggtsz’: “No,” replied Markley, “because he wouldn’t get it. When he treat- eu me he asked me if I had any money, and I said ‘yes;’ of C01 rse." “Yell ?” Well, he said: ‘I’ll take it.’ ” (To be continued.) ALL HE HAD. the most perfect method of Clothe The announcement of the Mac‘ Gregor Mines Syndicate is attractâ€" ing much attention from investors who have been waiting for an op- portunity to get in on the ground floor in the wonderful Gowganda Silver field. It is not often that the investor of small means has the opportunity to get in on the actual purchase of properties as splendid- ly located as are the properties of the MacGregor Mines Syndicate, as. well as an opportunity of re- ceiving the profits that usually go to promoters. Altogether it would seem to be a proposition that should commend itself to thinking men. “Come, come, Willie,” remon- stra-tved the teacher, “you must say “they are not’ or, if you wish, ‘they aren't,’ but never ‘they ain’t.’” Sympathetic Matron (giving him a plate of hash)~You haven’t al- ways been compelled to beg your living, have you?” Saymold Storey (with a gleam of pride)â€"â€"Y0u bet I hain’t, mum! I was wunst operated on fur appenâ€" dicitisl” A LESSON IN GRAMMAR “Why not?” demanded Willie “Because it ain’t right '1” MACGREGOR PROPERTIES HIS GLORIOUS