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had insisted on a kissâ€"one i beâ€"â€"but Frank was too good .Lngnfli :22 wish .9: .a ,sail. content with a single oscuiat brace-and Miss Dener was ‘Ynueh of a girl to make n Miss Dexter's face was suspiciously red when she entered her dormitory, and the great bronze figures which guarded the hospital gates might have told a little tale were they but endow- _ed iwrithrhuman attributes. Well. Frank “Who th‘ dicko he enquired. “Loi an’ I know him t know?" The girl hesite Frank. you remen‘ Bob Morrissey!" Shorty grunted sure enough. Mi; flat I saw him last master. Now, 119' I)in work?" Forgetting her annoyance with the present, the pretty little Nova Scotin lassie made herself agreeable and en- tertaining during their walk to the theatre; the play was a good one, which both enjoyed mightily; and when they came out at the conclusion of the piece, Frank piloted his young lady to an exclusive after-theatre restaurant for supper. Here they chatted and talked upon subjects of absolutely no interest to any person but themselves, and the young fisher- man, drinking in the pretty features of the girl with his eyes alight with admim/trion, felt that he was indeed a lucky man. lucky man. » When they left the cafe for the hos- pital, Frank’s attention was arrested for a moment by the sight of a big, loudly dressed fellow who swaggered past him with a showy-looking girl hanging to his arm. The man had his hard hat cocked over his head at a rakish angle, and a cigar protruded from between his lips. As he passed them he whisked his hat off with an elaborate bow. Shorty thought the face looked familiar. “Who th‘ dickens is that. Carrie?" he enquired. “Looks as if he knew us, _an’ I know him too. Who is he, d’ye “Oh, they don‘t, eh?" returned Frank, slightly nettled. “Then God save me from being a gentleman, if that’s th’ way they’re rated. I’d far sooner bunk in with Jack Muck an’ Share his quilt an’ his pipe than pal- aver an’ truck around with any lily- fingered swab what thinks hard work’s beneath him. But here, girlie! Let’s step inside an' git a box 0’ chocolates. 'Ilhar’s a fine-lookin’ box in th’ winder fog. two dpllans. Let's go’n git it." “Oh, Frank,” interrupted the girl, “do leave out that ‘sweat of the brow’ business. It‘s not genteel; it’s com- mon and seems like talking about laborersâ€"no gentleman earns his livâ€" ing 'by the ‘sweat of his brow,‘ as you call it.” “And why not?” remonstrated the other gently. “A fisherman earns his living honestly and 'by the sweat of his brow ” Silk and Cottoii‘Clippings ’ M. J. TELLER & C0. 69 Wellington St. West, Toronto “Why?” Miss Dexter was not pleas- ed at his atttitude in regard to the matter. Most men would have been highly flattered, Ibu't Frank Westhaver was too open-minded and honest to masquerade under false colors. “You should be a captain by now, anyway. You’ve been a common fisherman long enough. Why don’t you get a vessel? You don’t expect me to tell my friends that my gentleman friend is a com- mon fisherman ” Suitable for Paich-Work and Fancy-Work. Large Package sent for fifty cents, or three for a db!â€" iar; stamps or money order. “Captain of a. double-trawl dory ’ud be more like it, Carrie,” laughed Frank. “Burt ef it pleases you, Why clap on th’ handle, though I’d sooner you wouldn’t.” The two boys try thedr hand at dory fishing with success. A storm bursts with sudden fury. Frank’s presence of mind saved the vessel from colâ€" lision with a steamer. When Frank is twegtywne and Jules nineteen, they ‘éfigage for a season with Capt. Wat- son. Frank calls on his boyhood sweet- heart, Carrie Dexter, now nurse in training in a, Boston hospital, who in- troduces him to the matron as Captain Westhaver. How the Story Started. Frank Westhaver, known as “Shorty,” Lives at Long Cove on Bay 01? Fundy coast with his mother and his uncle, Captain Jerry Clark. He and his chum Lemuel Ring drink a bottle of rum, whereupon Frank’s uncle tells him the story of his fath- er’s fondness for drink and how the “Grace Westhaver” went down ofi‘ Sa'ble Island with ten of her crew and her skipper. This has the desired ef- fect upon Frank. He finishes school with credit to himself and spends the summer as an apprentice to “Long Dick” Jennings. In August his uncle takes him on a fishing trip as spare hand aboard the Kashalia. While at anchor in Canso after the first fishing Flip: Fran-k rescues a French boy from all-treatment by his fellow-sailors. CHAPTER EIGHTâ€"(Cont’d.) remember him hesitated BLUE WATER Might 1111' last trip a how d’ye BY FREIJERICK WILLIAM WALLACE. Copyright by the Mu sson Book m Huh! that's ‘ g00d a fisher- ‘a sun}; 39 be o‘sc'ujafory einâ€" ake A TALE OF THE DEEP SEA FISHERMEN Why, surely, 1? That was known it too, card a three- Iike this hos- was to ust him 'L'ne men were very much impressed, and Frank saw it. It was a good punchâ€" a punch which Long Dick had taught him and which his instructor had said “would knock a man cold with one drive." And Shorty knew it: with one drive knew that a h would jar a m: ~v-..» v... ;;\.u {tucky red-eye, and on Frank‘s nega- 'tive, he drew back as if offended. S“Oh!” he grunFtedv. “Ye kinsid'er yer- tself too good t’ drink with honest jfish’man! Ain’t fancy ’nough for you jeh? Ye won’t drink, maybe ye won’t fifight, eh ?” "find. all his full heightâ€"he ‘55:; big man 01 thirty, hairy, bewhiskered, and stupid “Say, you.Wgsphaxferlry’ain‘t lis’nin’ t V v V ,v. WV- sways; Frank had his collar, tie, and shirt folded and stowed away in the suit- case, and quickly divested himself of his shore trousers. Pulling on his old fearnough pants, he buckled his belt and waited for what he knew was go- ing to happen. - The men lounging around sensed something, and they watched quietly without interfering. The bellicose one straightened up to his full heightâ€"helyvas a big man ofi The Newfoundlander returned to the charge. “Say, Westhaver, you’re a damned stuck-up long-shore pup! Ye won’t drink with honest fish’man. . . . Say, ‘I c’d lick ye out yer boot-straps!” Frank had his goIIIar, tie, and shirt :1: x ‘ The other took no notice. He was spoiling for a fight, and wouldn’t be satisfied until he had started some- thing. Shorty knew what was coming and calmly unbuttoned his collar and shirt. “Aw, stow yer jaw!" growled a man from a peak bunk. “Go’n turn in, you crazy cod-hauler, an’ give people a chapst t’_sleep.” “Ain’t you goin’ t’ hev a nip, son?” The? man_ proffered a bottle of Kenâ€" l} Whistling happily, Shorty caught an 3, elevated car, which landed him at uRowe’s Wharf on Atlantic Avenue, g'and stepping out briskly, he soon . swung down to the odoriferous confines ; of '1‘ Dock. The Carson was lying -“ outside of another vessel, and Frank 1 no sooner put his foot on her rail be-l .Tfore he was aware of a “shine” in the l'fcrecastle. ‘Drunk as pizs, I cal’i'ate, _'.an‘ raisin’ sulphur all night. Lordy, I ,‘ don’t wonder at Carrie tarrin’ me with 'a full brush when Boston folks draw 3th-eir judgments o’ fishermen on them i Atlantic Avenue rotâ€"gut soakers." And I he clatter-ed down into the forecastie. ‘ It was just as he surmised. The gang had drawn their money and iwere having the worth of it. A quar- ‘Ireiling, cursing card game was in pro- lgress, and a number of the men lolling iaround on the lockers were full to the {bang and argumentative. Jules. with 'others of the quieter men, were sleeping, or trying to, in their bunks, 9 but the dimâ€"the singing, shouting, and iswearingâ€"made a perfect bedlam. i A lumbering Newfoundlanderâ€" ‘quiet enough when sober, but noisy Iand dangerous when drunkâ€" was cvx- dently trying to "boss" the forecastle, and when Shorty Fame down the lad~ der he became offensively rude and. maudlinly hospitable. ' “Here you, Wesrthuaverâ€"you sawed- ofi', shore-rangin’ dude! Hev a touch on me! Bes’ drink y’ever put yer tongue to, I cal’lateâ€"â€"-” and he broke off to sing:â€" ‘Oh, blow ye Winds, heigh h-o! Blow down from old Increau! For their fish an’ giolld, so I’ve bin told, On th’ Banks ofl" th’ Baccalhao! Good song that, m’son. Hev a drink, lWesthaver, you 01’ dog! You bin lâ€"Zshore s-omewheres lally-g‘aggin’ an’ gum-suckin’ wit’ some blame’ Blue- nose slavey up ‘0’ East Boston, I cal’- ‘ latte: Hev ardrin‘k, I say!” was a “kid” to them; 11 their class and never frat them ashore, and they re their simple, touchy way , _- _____ , _ NJ. Shorty took no notice of him, but bus'ied himself folding his clothes and putting them away in his suit-case. The other became more offensive, and the drunks around knocked off arguing to watch developments. Westhaver strenuous objection to the caresses of such a strapping, well-built, handsome young man as Frank Westhaver. int! m; he wasn’t in A. ‘ ‘ , nan. .._J A-._,,, Company never fi‘aternized with I nd_they resented it in‘ on 1, he no“ Iitely Roll Butter. Theyoung housekeeper who told the fisherman that she wanted some eels and when he a‘swed her how much, re- plied, "About two yards and a half,” has a rival in a Baltimore woman. “I wish to get some butter, please," she said to the dealer. “R011 butter, ma‘ali?" he asked. Do “No; we wish to eat it on toast. We seldom have rolls,” Minard’s Llnlment for‘ Dandrufi‘ 0 lost land, of faith and truth, not all our useless tears, "‘ May bring us back the dreams of youth across the crowded years, Nor merchants in the market place, nor skippers 011 the sea, Nor craft, nor skill, nor wish nor will lead back to Arcady. â€"Theodosia Garrison. “Look at dat, Frank!” said Svabot in disgust. “Some felller have brought one o’ dem big meat rock for sling- ding aboard an’ she’s bin drive against de bilge of doree Ias’ night!” And he exhibited a large stone with a fleshy sea-growth adhering to it and which often attack themselves to the trawl. I. (To be continued.) We question of the Wise Men; “Fair Sirs, of courtesy, Now show us where the glad star lies That shines o’er Al‘cady?” “North and East and South and West. \Ve can the stars by name, But never land 0’ Arcady, Is lighted by their flame." 0 lost land and lovely land, across the leagues of foam, Across the sea, across the sand it’s we’d be winning home, For that we chose to wander once in quest of golden gain Is never ship gpon the sea can take us back again? We question of the Captains Each morning on the quay, “Good Masters, have you ne'er a ship That sails to Arcady ?" “North and East and South and West, Our white sails take the wind, But never port 0’ Arcady, May skipper touch or find." steer-en an mun. course for Georges Shoals. After clearing the low, sandy spit of Cape God, the Fannie B. Car- son smashed into a breeze of wind from the south'ard, and during the night the vessel performed some wild antics in the sea running, flooding her decks full to the rail with every dive and shooting cataracts of chilly green sea down into forecastle and cabin. They made the grounds without purt- ting a tuck in a sailâ€"Skipper Watson never reefed or took a sail in if he could posibly help itâ€"and on a bitter, su-nless February morning the skipper passed the word to get ready and low- er away denies for the set. Jules and Frank had their trawl all baited up, but when they came to hoist their dory outâ€"she was the bottom dmy on the starboard nestâ€"they found that her side was stove in. morning, and hoisting the patch of four lowers, they shot across Massa- chusevts Bay and dropped Karma Point light astern in the evening as they §_t_eer_ed an 7E.S.E. course for Georges Nea'thern Navigation Company SIX DAYS ON THE GREAT LAEéES Sarnia--300--Part Arthur-Duluth rwm |unummnumnui‘uumuaunmnumummamm‘ SUPERIOR-«The Inland Sea 53] "The Blue, the Fresh, the Ever Free” 2 x/ N“ _ , ,_v_ ___,._,,, WV... week-day evening lamhmenu. concern. Lunchoon at Prince Arthur Hotel, Port Arthur. Trip by train to Iakabeka Pulls, near Port Arthur. Golf meters. Afternoon Tea. “Northâ€" ern Navtlg‘atgr."_ dull; ghipygardhna- u-" , _ per. mue' MQChVâ€"fifisiéZ'rMooMc Chorus on Deck. Social Home“. Special Peaturleoâ€"Dagcingt every _.‘_I. j..., ,, ,_~_. ~.....u. ...w nu ule ulpu ‘ Prince“ Arififi} Hotel. Port Elihu; :21} trip by train Port Arthur; the day in beautiful Duluth. H, this is a trip to remember! Six glorious days on the Great Lakes. voyag‘lxnfi 1.600 miles from Sunla to Sault Ste. Marie. Port Arthur. Fort " 11am. Duluth and return. Six days or fresh air. Bunny skles and blue waters. As long as you live on will recall with longln the de- licious meals they serve on board the " 01-01110." “Hamonlc” and " Iuronlc." But, best of all to most'of us, ls the daily life on shlrboardâ€"the dances. promenades and concertsâ€"4115 delightful days on the Wde, shady decks of a. magnificent Great Lakes liner. 5nd 1th? trpo ashole; the luinoheon at Prlnnn Ar'hllr unenl 0..-. A..n..._. Canadian-Nationai-Grand Trunk Route / I l ‘ \ 7‘74 QEEEEEEEIE“aflmninafiigpgmammgaa The Lost Land. ) condnuou )uluth and he asked, p0 return use rate “But my sorry is much bigger than his sorry, granny!" Michael felt that this lessened the merit of his remark. So he con- tinued: So he looked up at his grandmother and said: ‘ “Good-bye, granny. I am so sorry you have been 111!” “And I'm sorry, foo!" his father put Very So rry. Little Michael had been on a visit to his grandmother, who had not been very well. His father had come to fetch him home, and Michael, as he was leaving, felt that he must be polite. At the end of the ceremony the cor- t'ege returns to the village, this time following the banner of St. Marcellin. And then every one goes home with the precious flask which is only open- ed in case of fever, stomach trouble or other indispositions. St. Marcellin, in Bouldo-n-en-Prov- euce, is as favorable to water as he is to wine. In periods of drougfht his bust is carried across the vineyards, where upon the carriers sing, and immediateâ€" ly it rains. The cure blesses these bottles after which the participants drink a gulp of this wine while the priest chants psalms. Every year, on St. Marcellin's Day. that is on the first of June, there is a procession of bottles. About 7 o'clock in the evening, while the bells are ringing at full pitch, the menâ€"t‘hle men aloneâ€"assemble and in a procession march to a distant chapel, every one carrying a bottle of his best wine. A singular custom is that observed In Boulbon-en-Provence, a village in the department of the Benches-du- Rhone, near the town of Aramom so famous for its red Wines. I will not be swayed by envy when my rival’s strength is shown: I will not deny his merit, but I’ll strive to prove my own; I will try to see the beauty spread be- fore me, rain or shineâ€" I will cease to preach your duty and be more concerned with mine. â€"-â€"S. E. Klser. will look sometimes about me for the things that merit praise; will search for hidden beauties that elude the grumbler’s graze; will try and find contentment in the paths that I must tread, will cease to have resentment when another moves ahead. 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