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Christmas morning broke clear, cold and sunny, and the boys were as‘tir early overhauling their presentsâ€" little Jqle_s_gspecially being in trans- And Jules, the runaway Breton fisher-boy, hospitably treated on every hand. and solicitously waited upon by the kindly widow, felt that his cup of joy was overflowing. “Merci, merci, madame,” he murmured. “Je suis tres heureux-â€"ver’ happy, vex" p1ease‘â€"- t'ank you ver’ kind.” “Aye, an’ 'tis a handful any skip- per’ll have with you two in his gang.“ laughed Uncle Jerry. “But never mind, boys, you ain’t so very bad. Draw to, Jules an’ Frank! Here’s some grub that wants punishin’, an’ I cal’late we’re th’ boys what kin do it. Eh, Jules?” The tears came into the French boy’s brown eyes when he received a kiss and a hug from the sympathetic Mrs. Westhaver. “You poor child,” she said in a voice tender with com- passion for the little foreign orphan. “Come up an’ set ye by th’ fire. I'm glmjfiFrankie brought ye with himâ€"" “Ho, mother!" he cried after the first flush of the salutations were past. “I ’most forgot little Sa‘bot! Here, Julesâ€"come an’ meet mal This is the little chap I was tellin’ you about in my letter. Jules Gaflarneau is his nameâ€"” “Why, t’ be sure, ma,” interrupted Shorty. “I wouldn’t leave Sabot be- hind'in Gloucester not for anythin‘. Me’n §a.bot’s goin’ dory-mates later {he hall. home for Christmas. CHAPTER SEVENâ€"(Cont’d) Mrs. Westhaver was standing m the 'h when uncle, nephew, and Jutlfis udged through the snow up to .16 door. Who can express the motheiyy admiration which filled the good lady 5 eyes as she greeted her boy back from his first vo age deep water; the hug; gings and his'srngs, the m-coherenf greetings and laughter, and the Joy ot the homecoming. Shorty .felt that 1 was worth while, felt that it was good to be alive and to be home again. ' He surveyed the old familiar furnishing: of the cosy house with a sense od leasure he had never- feltbefore, an- lh the ecstasy of the greetings he forâ€" got the little sea-waist lingering in_ Julesâ€"always the Frenchman in politenessâ€"bowed. “I have ze plaisir de votre connaissan-ce, Mees Dexter.” And the trio strolled and chatted to- gether on their way to‘the Dexter home. "What d’ye think 0’ my girl, Sahot?” queried Shorty after they left. “Ver’ nice, ver’ pretty girl, Frankee,” replied the other. “Dat girl you goin’ marry sometime?" Frank blushed. “No, confound you, Sabot! Who said anythin’ ’bout gitt‘n' married?” Jules pondered. "Well," he said slowly. “I hear men ’board vessel say dat Shortee git married to Carrie Dexter soonâ€"â€"â€"” “Aw, they’re onlv iawin’, .Qakrw 1’ 1 _H_ow the Story Started. Frank Westhwe:, known 3' Shorty." lives at Long CC'Ve 0“ Bay 0; Fl.de coast with his mother and his uncle, Captain Je Clark. H9 and his chum Lemuel ing. drink 9 ttle of rum, whereupon Frank. uncle tells him the story of b” {any 81": fondness for drink and how 1119 “Grace Westhaver” went down 0!? Sable Island with ten of her ciew and her skipper. This has the desu‘ed 91' fec‘ uPon Frank. He finishes school with credit to himeeLf and mag5 “1° Slimmer as an apprentice ‘5". Long Dick” Jennings. In August 1115 “ml. takes him on a fishing trip as PW“ hand aboard the Kestalia. While. at anchor in Canso after the first fiihmg trip, Frank rescues a French boy from ill-treatment by his fellow-sailor” The two boys try their hand 81: do” fishing with success. A S'tm'm bursts with sudden fury. Frank’s Presence of mind saved the vessel from 901' lision with a steamer. They “five home for Christmas. The week passed in a round of visits BLUE WATER BY FREDERICK WILLIAM WALLACE. Copyright by the Mu A TALE OF THE DEEP, SEA FISHERMEN can detect the well-ha and reason'ings of the The sea gets very near the pensive toilet upm becomes impressed bv ,7. -..e be.“ um: came :as graduated fishermen. With a record ;trip of twenty-four hundred quintals ’they shot into Gloucester one blowy lJuly morning after five months out .from port. They did not keep the sea :1le that time, as many days were spent llying to anchor in the bait ports cf lCanso, Souris, the Magdalen Islands, ISt. Pierre in Miquelon, and various jcoves on the Treaty Coast of New- foundland. but thehlong spell from lhome had the effect of making a man out of Frank; his muscles hardened, “and his stocky frame knit solidly, 'until at sixteen years of age he was :as strong as an ox. His books travel- Led with him, and his young mind ab sorbed and pondered over the printed thoughts of clever men, and the cultiâ€" vation of his intellect war. unspoiled by the trash of newspaper supple- ments, light novels, wishy-washy flim- flam dissipations and distractions of shore life in a city. Out on the broad waters of the Atlantic in the layâ€"offs between the work of fishing a brainy man thinks, while a stupid one sleeps. There are always the two types to be met with upoh the vessels of the fish- ing fleets, and belonging to the former class one may meet quiet-spoken. horny-handed trawlers who, though blessed with very little education, are able to converse in an intelligent man- ner upon many subjects, and in their level-headed, even conversations one mm H: I be anus nankerm’ t’. git clear 0’ th’ stink o’ gurry an' bilge Theayters an’ resterongs ain’t exactly in my line, Frank, but I will-admitâ€" yesâ€"that your way 0’ livm' ’ull shape up th’ best in th’ long run. Rum an, th’ dance hall was good enough for th 01’ trawlers o’ my day, but I eal‘late things are diff’renrt now, an’ ’tis better 'ok- aye, far better.” (To be continued.) New iflife for Rheumatic Sufferers The shortest thing in the world is not a mosquito’s eye lashâ€"it is the memory of the public. We again remind sufferers from Rheumatism, Sciatica, Lumbago, Gout, Neuralgia and Neuritis of our marvel- ous remedv “pr Iifn ” eave Frank blushed. “No, confound you, Sabot! Who said anythin’ ’bout gittin‘ married?” Jules pondered. “Well,” he said slowly, “I hear men ’boax‘d vessel say dat Shortee git married to Carrie ,Dexter soonâ€"~â€"" ,, _-_ -m. mus spring salt Banking trip. On this voyage they only carried an eightâ€" dory gangâ€"sixteen men, cook, skipper, and he two boys. Nine dories were taken along, and during the fine, smooth days upon the grounds Shorty and Jules manned the extra d-ory and made the set, and by the time they had “wet the salt” and swung off for home both lads were competent to go in the dory and haul the gear the same as graduated fishermen. With a record trip of twenty-four hundred quintals Frank’s brows wrinkled. “No,” he said. “I wouldn’t like thatâ€"” “Den you love her ver’ muchâ€"w" “Waalq” “You love her, Shortee?” “Waal 9) Jules laughed. “0h course you (lol I see that right away. You love her ver’ much. I love you, Shortee, but I no t’ink dat girl for you ” “What?” growled the other. Jules repeated. “1 no t’ink dat girl for you, Shortee ” Shorty was indignnat. “Oh, shut up, Sabot. What do you know about it? Let’s run for home. Mother made some lemon pies toâ€"day, an’ cal'late I know whar’ she hid them." They left for Gloucester again dur- ing the first week of the new year, and after a couple more haddocking trips they fitted out for the long any-hm. "A; DAHI- l “Aw, they’re only jawin’, Sa‘bo-t,” interrude the other. “She’s my friend, same as you’n Lem Ring." N,_on 7.4,7 I - - V- .. hu- Alulls. “Yeé?” Juleé Epoke Euietly. “S’pose some Oder boy come an’ be ver’ great frien’ Wit’ Mees Dexterâ€"you lak dat, AL. on "wnar. a'ye think 0’ my girl, waot?” queried Shorty after they left. “Ver’ nice, ver’ pretty girl, Frankee,” replied the other. “Dat girl you gojni _ma_r‘ry sometime?” sson Book Company land festivities, and every house from lPort Stanton to Long Cove was an ‘0 n “Liberty Hall" to all who enter- ege Jules was introduced to Lem Ring and as a friend of the redoubtable Shorty the French lad was a friend of Lem’s also. And Carri: Dexter? Well, she constituted the prime reason for the various occasions on which Jules had to look after himself. When Shorty brushed his hair with extra care, donned his best tie, and scrub- bed his hands, then Jules knew that he was bound ofl' upon a visit, when he â€"Julesâ€"was invariably told "to knock aroun’ an’ enjo himself for a spell." These were daily occasions, too, and S:.bot wondered if they were part of some religious rite until he stumbled upon the pair one evening while walk- ing up from the Ring’s house. Shorty blushed very red and he shuffled under Jule’s open-eyed stare. “Erâ€"S‘abotâ€"I mean Julesâ€"’Iow me t’ make ye acquainted with Miss Dexter â€"l_VIi_ster Galarneau." The years passed rapidly for the boy, and before he was fully aware of it he reached man‘s estateâ€"small in sta- ture, but broad, strong of muscle and will, and good-looking in features. Under his uncle, his education had been a thorough one both as regards his chosen vocation and his intellectual accomplishments, and at twentyâ€"one years of age Frank Westhave; was a man singularly endowed. They were upon Gran-d Bank when Frank’s birthday came along, and the uncle, pacing the quarter, glanced proudly over the manly form of his nephew steering. “Thar’s nawthin‘ mean about that boy,” he murmured. “Look at th’ shyulders on him! Short he may be, but height don’t allu: make a man, an’ Frank ain’t so short either. So he’s twenty-one to-day! Eh, eh, but th’ time passes quick. It seems but a year or so ago when he was runnin’ aroun’ th’ Bay Shore gittin’ inter trouble an’ raisin’ a rumpus gen'ly. Eh, eh, but th’ year. soon go!” Back in Gloucester again, Uncle Jerry armlzn mlmnl- 1m“! km“. A... 1.... ....:_.1 .0-.. 9n 01 ms mtellect wan unspoiled trash of newspaper supple- Iight novels, wishy-washy flim- ssipations and distractions ofl IA .‘_ A “ â€"sixteen men, cook, skipper, 0 boys. Nine dories were g, and during the fine, 5 upon. the grounds Shorty en conversations one lell-balanced thoughts of the thinking man. upon its breast i by its immen Jeauty in storm vlers who, though little education, are an intelligent man- bjects, and in their ucester one blowy r five months out d “0" keep the sea 1y days were Spent the bait Ports cf Magdalen Islands, mar of 1 1r the Heart of with t contain 5 by whic] npression lensi .e WE t; he Ntw Eff? fiamebu (Wampum; Th: stout skipper laughed “Loz-(ly, Frank I'm afraid this book-readin’ 0‘ you”; is zâ€"go-in’ t’ kill ye as a timer- mA‘l 3'6"] be all‘us hankerin’ t,’ git clear 0’ th’ stink o’ gurry an‘ bilge. Theayters an’ restemngs ain’t exactly in my line, Frank, but I will-admitâ€" yesâ€"that your way 0’ livin' ’ull shape up th’ best in th’ long run. Rum an’ th’ dance hall was good enough for th’ 01’ trawlers o’ my day, but I cal‘late thing‘s are diff’renrt now, an’ ’tis better 'ck-raye, far better.” .Frank kicked the planking of the wharf. “Ship with Tom Watson?" he repeated slowly. “Waal, he’s got a kinder hard name. but I cal'late he kain’t eat me. Yes! I reckon me’n Jules’ll ship, Uncle. Now suppose you’n me git rigged out in our shore rags an’ take a shoot up to Boston. We’ll take in a good show at a theay- ter an’ sit down to a white man’s meal afterwards. Even though we nev t' live like hogs a1 sea, we kin live 1:1:e gentlemen ashore. What d've Stay. They were upon Gran-d Bank when Frank’s birthday came along, and the uncle, pacing the quarter, glanced proudly over the manly form of his nephew steering. “That’s nawthin’ mean about that boy,” he murmured. “Look at th’ shoulders on him! Short he may be, but height don’t alluc. make a man, an’ Frank ain’t so short either. So he’s twenty-one to-day! Eh, eh, but th’ time passes quick. It seems but a year or so ago when he was runnin’ aroun’ th’ Bay Shore gittin’ inter trouble an’ raisin’ a rumpus gen‘ly. Eh, eh, but th’ year; soon go!” Back in Gloucester again, Uncle Jerry spoke what had been on his mind for many weeks, aye, months. They were sitting upon an old topmas‘t lying on the sunny side of the wharfâ€"Frank, cool of eye, healthyâ€"skinned and powerful, with life before him, and the uncle, stout, grey-haired, and jogâ€" ging easily down the shady side of earthly existence. “Now, Frank, you’re a man!" Uncle Jerry paused for a moment to gaze into his nephew’s clear eyes. “Aye, you're a man now, boy, an’ it’s drawin’ away on yer own course ye‘lvl have t’ be after this, for I have no hold upon ye now. I’ve brought ye up as a father. I’ve train- ed ye up as a fisherman and a sailor. You kin handle a vessel an’ navigate better’n I kin, and in th’ dory there are none can show ye anythin’. Now I must leave ye ‘5’ work out yer own traverse. You can make or break yerself from now onâ€"I have no say in th’ matter, but I kin still advise of ye care t’ listen. Now ye’ve bin sailin’ with me for six years, but I don’t want men t’ say that Frank Westhaver was his uncle’s pet an’ only worth his salt while his uncle was behind him. No! that would never do, an’ I cal'late you wouldn’t like ’6’ hev sich things said, so I want t’ give ye my advice. Leave me for a seasonâ€"you an’ Julesâ€"an’ ship with another skipper. Make a trip or so with a driver so that men can say that Westhaver hez gone through th’ mill an‘ come out ground. They can’t scare you, Frank, for you kin keep yer end up with any 0’ them. What d’ye think? Will you an’ Ju‘es ship with Tom Watson in th’ Fannie B. Carson this next trp?” ing or indulging in loud-voiced, use- less argument and altercation. 0f such a meditative turn of mind was Wasthaver. 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