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FULL SIZE, pridé I I 60' 'fl'mil'. Eiié'; ‘F'r‘lce 5 “Thanks,” said Fraser, pondering, and walked away with his eyes on the ground. He called in at the of- fice as he passed it; the staff had gone, but the letterâ€"rack which stood on the dusty, littered mantel-piece was empty, and he went into the street. again. His programme for the evening thus suddenly arrested, he 'walked “He’s going to be lost his full six months, that’s evident,” he thought, in consternation. “He must have seen the way I should be affected; it would serve him right to tell the whole thing right away to Captain Barber.” “If anything does come I’ll send it on to you,” said Ben, who had been watching him ciosely. Fraser, gazing blandly at him, made no reply, being indeed staggered by the thoroughness with which he imagined the wily Floxver was 913)?- ing his part. I “No, there’s been nothing for you,’ he said, slowly. He had dropped the letter overboard as the simplest way of avoiding unpleasantness. “Was you expecting one ?” “The mate’s down below, sir,” said Mr. William Green, in reply to Fraser. “1 shall be pleased to fetch him.” He walked aft and returned shortly, followed by Ben, who, standing stifi'ly before his predecessor, listened calmly to his eager inquiry about his letter. and mark mg 6 Owing to this rise in his fortune he was in fairly good spirits, despite the slur upon \his character, as he made his way down to the wharf. The hands had knocked off work for the day, and the crew of the schooner, having finished their tea, were sprawL ing in the boxvs smoking, in such at~ titudes of unstudied grace as best suited the contours of their figures. Joe looked up as he approached, and removing his pipe murmured some~ thing inaudible to his comrades. have lost t Syrup is m Indigestion, bilionsness, head~ aches, flatulence, pains after eating, constipation, are all com- mon symptoms of stomach and liver tloubles. And the mere you neglect them the more you suffer. Take Mother Seigel’s Syrup if your stomach, liver, or bowds are slightly deranged or CHAPTER XIII. \_ In happy ignorance that the late master of the Foam had secured a suite of rooms at the “Blue Posts Hotel,” the late mate returned to Lon- don by train with a view of getting into communimtion with him as soon as possible The delay occasioned by his visit to Bittlesea was not regret- ted, Mr. Fraser, senior, having at con- siderable tl'OJble and expense ar- ranged for him to take over the Swa1~ low at the end of the week. 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V.. “nu; .111.) auc- uau re; ceived instructions, which he intend-1 ed promptly to obey, to fall into the} dock forthwith, suddenly opened his; mouth and gave vent to his affection} and despair in a howl so terrible thati the ornaments on the mantelpiecei shook with it. . “Don’t scold 'im," said the dock-f foreman, tenderly, as Mrs. Wheeler'sj thin, shrilled voice entered into angry! competition with the how]; "never; mind, Gussie, my boy, never mind." ‘ This gentleness had no effect; (;I)CK~;n I.“ on the edge, father,” said his wife, un- easily. The dock-foreman smiled faintly. “Dooty must be done,” he said, in a firth voice. “I’m quite prepared, my life's insured, and I’m on the club and some 0’ the children are getting gbig now, that’s a comfort.” A feeling of depression settled on all present, and Augustus Wheeler, aged eight, having gleaned from the conversation that his sire had re- ceived instructions, which he intend- ed promptly to obey, to fall into the dock forthwith, suddenly opened his1 mouth and gave vent to his affectigm1 and despair in a howl so terrible that: the ornaments on the mantelpiece‘ shook with it. “Don’t scold 'im " mm um .iMI. edge what ‘ “No news of the cap'n, I suppose?” he asked, solemnly, after Fraser was lcomfortably seated. ‘ “Not a word,” was the reply. The dockâ€"foreman sighed and shook his head as he reflected on the in- stability of human affairs. “There’s no certainty about any- thing,” he said, slowly. “Only yes- terday I was walking dowu the Com- merica; Road, and I slipped off the kerb into the road before you could say Jack Robinson.” “Nearly run over?” queried Fraser. Mr. Wheeler shook his head. "No," he said, quietly. “Well, what of it?” inquired his. SOY] “Good evening,” said Fraser hold- detecting ing out his hand. his men “Good evening," said the girl. him shri “Fine weather we’re having," said She the] the embarrassed ex-mate, “for June,” omission he added, in justification of the re- other ch mark. with der Miss Tyrell assented gravely, and midst of stood there waiting. Poppy. ‘n L. __-L-L1. n, . . - lslowly up Tower Hill into the Minories, 'wondering what to do with himself. ‘ Something masqerading as a con- science told him severely that he ought {to keep his promise to the errant [Flower and go and visit Poppy; con- science w-ithout any masquerading at all told him that he was a humbug, and disclaimed the responsibility. In the meantime, he walked slowly in the directicn of Poplar, and having at length made up a mind which had been ; [indulging in civil war all the way, fturned up Liston Street and knocked ‘at the Wheelers’ door. } A murmur of voices from the sit- ting-room stopped instantly. A double knock was a rare occurrence on that £door, and was usually the prelude to Ethe sudden disappearance of the fair- ‘ er portion of the family, while a small boy was told off to answer it, under dire penalties if he officiated too soon. This evening, however, the ladies had made their toilet, and the door was opened after a delay merely suf- ficient to enable them to try and guess the identity of the guest before the revelation. Poppy Tyrell opened it, and turned upon him eyes which showed the faintest trace of surprise. “Good evening,” said Fraser hold-l “It might just as well have been the lge of the dock as the kerb; that’s hat I mean,” said Mr. Wheeler, with gravity befitting his narrow escape. “I’m alwis telling you not to walk . the edge, father,” said his wife, un- W the children are getting t’s a comfort.” of depression settled on and Augustus Wheeler. nng t 'atchir IE Jfi the gleaned from the his sire had reâ€" which he intend- y, to fall into the out o Inquire 'er mind no eife with mc 31‘ the c¢ tend- ) the 1 his ction th'at (1 his Mr. Bob Wheeler received the ap-l pea] somewhat sullenly, and in a low voice requested his parent not to talk so much. Fraser, watching Poppy closely, saw with some satisfaction a tinge of color in her cheek, and what in any other person he would have considered a very obstinate appear- ance about her shapely chin. “I’ll get my hat on, if you’ll wait a minute,” she said, quietly. “That I’m sure she won’t,” the energetic Mrs. Wheeler. ‘ that particular she won’t even g with Bob, and they’re like brothe sister most. Will she, Bob?” foreman. “Don’t interfere, father,” said Mrs. Wheeler, somewhat sharply. “I’m sure Mr. Fraser needn’t mind saying anything before us. It’s nothing he’s ashamed of, I’m sure.” “Certainly not,” said Fraser, stern~ ly, “but it’s quite private for all that. Will you put your hat on and come out a litle way, Miss Tyrell?” “You ’ad something better than good looks, my dear," said the dock- foreman, affectionately, “something what’s Wore better." Mrs. Wheeler turned on the sofa and detecting Gussie in the act of using his mouth as a money-box, upbraided him shrilly and sent him into a corner. She then brought sundry charges of omission and commission against the other children, until the air was thick with denials and explanations, in the The girl looked up at him “Yes,” _ They walked on'for some little time! she said, gravely, in silence. The sun had set. and even] “I mean alone,”’conunued the oth_ m the close streets of Poplar the‘ er, marvelling at his hardihood; “it’s evening air was cool and refreshing. private," When this fact had thoroughly im- He lowered his voice from a shout ,pressed itself on Mr. Fraser’s mind he to its normal tone as Emma Wheeler Communicated it to Miss Tyre“- in selfldéfence opened the (1001. and “1’s very pleasant," she answered, drove the small fry out. briefly. “What ’was it you wanted “I've not got my rooms 1.“)an said to to me about?” the girl, quietly, “About a lot of things,” said “Well, my dear__” began the dock Fraser‘ “What a tremendous Zot of foremafi. children there are about here.” I “Don’t interfere, father,” said M13 Miss Tyrell coldly admitter an ob- Wheeler, somewhat Sharply. “pm vious fact, and stepped out into the sure Mr. Fraser needn’t mind saying road to avoid spoiling a small maiden’s anything before us. It’s nothing heys next move at “hop-scotch,” returned to} ashamed of, I’m sure,” the pavement to listen to a somewhat “Certainly not,” said Fraser, stem. lengthy dissertation upon the game in ly, “but it’s quite private for an that question. i The glrl looked up at him “Yes,” she said, gravely. » “I mean alone,” continued the oth- er, marvellng at his hardihood; “it’s private.” Wheeler, turning to the visitor; “’e was a bright lot, ’e was." “I don’t know what they saw in me, I’m sure,” said Mrs. Wheeler, with a little modest laugh; “it wasn't my good looks, I’m sure. “You ’ad something better than good looks, my dear,” said the dock- forenian, affectionately, “something __'L _ AA, “I want to have a few minutes’ talk with you, Mis Tyrell,” he said nervously. think wife IVE first men "1 might ’ave sailors if I’d like( Wheeler, musineg Fraser murmure¢ her firmness. “There was Tom leaving F wherevPO] tening to Bob Whee “I don't know," said the t: Wheeler. “I think if I w: should like to marry a sail‘ something romantic about often wish I'd been a sailor “Then you wouldn’t ’ave said the lady from the sofa Mr. Wheeler sighed, but V the thought of what he m lost or What he had Eainml safe bid thin; 2 and 5 lb. Cartonsâ€"- _10, 20, 50 and 100 lb. B her elbow; ‘ marry at all 0’ my gals w: I don’t 1mm Something s been dying f seemed to be at last.” “It’s a 200 “Death,” said Mr. Wheeler, slox after silence had been restored, always sudden. The most sudl death I knew ’appened to a man w} father for thr‘ee halfpence‘ triumphantly in a corner ove vious peers. LSII'E ne'!” said 1 xious to please. “I never saw ’im Ee, sharply. “ bert Mooreâ€"he v or what he had ‘Iy determined. mood I'm: F: ‘here was Tom Rc "’ said Mrs. Wh ber ’im, father?” Map with bow leg [’t he?” said the which Frasér turned ioivarés od, he relapsed into silenc Fraser to glance anxiously 1 ’oppy, pale and pretty, sat 11: ;o the clumsy overtures of M ‘ Y a Wife are Wheeler, raising herself on ; “sailors ’ave no right to all. If I thought that one was goin’ to marry a sailor, 10w what I shouldn’t do. steady on shore is the now," said the tactless Mr. “I think if I was a gal I to marry a sailor; there's romantic about them. I ab] 6 hree halfpence, gloated in a corner over his en- ‘even years ’ad two or 1 1,” continued ', “but I wou‘ 1 his admiratic he wasn’t marrie ', raising herself to believe he’d goné squint,” said his Then there was 'as number two, I ady," said the visitor; d, but whether ,t he might h. gained, cannot Canada Sugar Refining ’ad me,’ grimly. Orem was you said She’s sflence thick She rose and went upstairs, and n the Fraser, with a cheerful glance at Mrs. vards Wheeler, entered Into conversation with her husband about overside Work lutesy in the docks, until the door was push- said ed open a little to reveal Miss Tyrell ready for walking. "as “In the first place," said Fraser, “1 t‘ out wanted to tell you that, though no- " md thing has been heard of Captain . Flower, I feel certain in my own mind " ap_ that he has not been drowned.” h low Miss Tyre]! shook her head slowly. 8‘ 8]]: “Then I ought to tell you that Ily‘ 3p), have left the Foam," continued the 1 a other. "I think that there is some”? hat idea that I knocked Flower overboard! ‘t we to get his place.” I is made in one grad‘e onlyâ€"the highest. So there is no danger of getting “seconds” when you buy Redpath in the original Cartons or Bags. “Let Redpath Sweeten it.” a mor- The girl turned quietly and her face! If worry kept people thin flushed. “How abshrd," she said, WWld ever be Stom- mdig'nantly, and her manner soften- One-fifth of the earth’s 5 ed' , longs to the British Empire “What did you want to say to me?" she asked at length, turning and re- garding him. to all their baking. Can you gues: ll? Limited, Montreal. “Well, Your Honor," said the wit- ness, without hesitation, “I should say it was some inkstand.” An Expert Opinion. A man who kept a road house in Rhode Island, was called upon to testify in a suit as to the number of cubic yards that were handled in some filling work near his place. He showed very little knowledge of the matter, and his idea of a cubic yard was so indefinite that it seemed doubtful whether he knew what the term meant. In order to make its meaning clear, the judge said: “Listen, witness! Assume this inkstand to be three feet across the top this way and three feet that way and three feet in height, what should you call it?” don't believe it, I don’t care what any- body else thinks." Miss Tyrell, looking straight in front of her, stole a glance at this easily satisfied young man from the corner of her eye.‘ “I should never expect to hear of you doing anything wicked,” she said. Fraser thanked her agin wai‘mly. “Or venturesome," added Miss Tyrell, thoughtfully. “ You’re not the kind.” They walked on in silenceâ€"im dignant silence on the part of the ex- mate. If worry kept people thin no woman “Then you are out of a be ‘oppy, Lot unkindly. (To be continued). Thank you,” said Frase surface be- If you sax