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('01 th th' b nose 0T3! pu-Hir. ter w It was after midnightT a! was rudely awakened by on men Who bunked aft in t] “Westhaver! Westhaver!" he his voice was shrill with frigl pet‘s taken bad in his bed the whole si grounds. H< would he loc was concern not aboard. tinued until nor'm'ester lying-to. “An’ 1'“ do a little readdn’,” said Frank. “I bought some books in Bos- ton last time an’ I ain’t even looked them over yet." And they rolled into their bunksâ€"Jules to sleep, and Frank to forget his troubles with the ex- ploits of John Ridd in “Lorna Dnone.” The skipper carried his temper for the whole six days they were on the ground's. ‘He. nevei: spoke to them, nor “An’ I’M do 3 Frank. “I bought ton last time an’ them over yet." 'mc “Well,” remérked Jules when t entered the fo’c'sle, “I’l-l catch up sleep, I t’ink " Frank knew that Watson would calm down in a day or so. He was a very short-tempered. irascible man, with nerves always on edge with the big chances he was forever taking, and much given to bursts of unaccountable fury over trifles. the skipper. “Stay aboard, but devil th’ share ye’ll draw when we git inâ€"" “All right, sir,” replied Frank cool- ly; “an’ devil th’ band’s turn 0’ work We’ll do aboard here ef that‘s th’ way ye look at it. Come on, Jules, let’s turn in!” And both left the stout skipper stamping and cursing with rage. fix! Watson turned on him in a blaze of temper. “Ye don‘t want. t‘ make th’ set, eh?" “How kin We in a stove dory?” ‘ “W_a..al, stay aboard then,” snarled stene say?” h; snabbad. V‘iiBEvsfgt'oéé? How did that happen, 911? Why dld yellgf. hp; git stove?” CHAPTER EIGHT.â€"â€"(Cont’d.) While the two doryâ€"mates were ex- amining the damage, the skipper, im- patient at the delay in getting the dory over, sung out from the wheel: "Naow hhar’, you number five dory!‘I Why’n sheol don’t ye h’ist her aout‘H D'Ye think I’m a-g‘oin’ to wait all day‘ for yez?" l “Dory’s shove, sir!” replied Frank.‘ The stout, saturnine Watson slipped; the wheel in the becket and came lumpgfipg for'ard. “What’s that you} The two boys try thedr hand at dory fisfihing 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 twenty-one and Jules nineteen, they engage 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. When the ship reaches the fishing banks, Jules and Frank find their dory damaged. 1‘ Wm: h: The mar summer as an apprentice to “Long Dick” Jennings. In August his 1111018 takes him on a fishing trip as Spare hand aboard the Kastalia. While_at anchor in Canso after the first fishing trip, Frank rescues a French boy from ill-treatment by his fellow-sailors. feyt 11171)}: Frank. He finishes school With credit to himself and spendg the ., rTank Westhaver, known as Shorty," lives at Long Cove on Bay 0? Fundy coast with his mother and has “"016. Captain Jerry Clark. He and his chum Lemuel Ring drink Va bot?!” 0f rum, whereupon Frank 5 “71,016 tells him the story of his fath- ers fondness for drink and how the “Grace Westhaver” went down off Sable Island with ten of her crew and her skipper- This has the desired ef- fefi Upon Frank. He finishes school How the Story Started. Effflk“ “Westh‘ayer, iknown goné! aken 'ur ye answered Id Jules and This state 0 one night. ‘ BLUE WATER What BY FREEERICK WILLIAM WALLACE. Copyrfight an “’ha What's th happened and the A TALE OF THE DEEP SEA FISHERMEN is tar as he Shorty were ‘ affairs con~ Men, With a when they an by the Mn sson Frank of the cabin. id, and “Skip- Jun 5118 ‘ sav- with ’ you look up? “All right!” he bawled in order to make himself heard above the din of wind and sea. “H’ist away easy now! Get th’ bonnet ofl” th’ jib an’ stand by t’ set it when I sing out. Ready ?” “All ready!” came a voice out: of the darkness. And it was darkâ€"black dark. Men felt one another's presence by sense of touch. They groped for the halliards by blind instinct, and strung along the brine-drenched alleys they heaved upon the ice~filmed ropes, while the sail went up with a snap- ping of canvas and banging of shear “Main-5’15 reefed. skipper!” Frank gave a start at the title. cabin. The dead was forgotten old familiar seawshout, and with dwelling only upon the prese: igency, they piled up on d< ' “He’s gone, boys!” said Frank, ris- ling to his feet. It was a simple senâ€" :tence, but it meant much, and the [words caused strong, hard-bitten men Etc sob like children. It was a strange 1 scene. Outside the Wind whined in the main-mast rigging; the roar of the lsee dominated all other sounds, and ‘the vessel Iurched and dived over the lcresting surges. In the reeling cabin 'were collected a mob of roughâ€"look- ing, sea-bronzed fishermen, and the flickering light from the lamps swing- ing in their gimbals illuminated their tense faces as they gazed in on the silent body outlined in the feeble glow of the candle stuck into the bulkhead. “_Gimme a blanket, some 0’ you!” Whispered Frank. “I‘ll cover him up.” After he had closed the staring eyes and covered the silent form Westhaver felt the Weight of responsibility rest- lmg upon his shoulders. Watson, ’knowing that Westhaver was probab~ lly the only man aboard competent to He broke off in a spasm of coughing and blood oozed from the corners of his lips. “Git vessel an’ me homeâ€" tel‘l wife it got meâ€"‘so long, boys!” And, with a sailor‘s valediction, the soul of Tom Watsonâ€"“Driver Tom” â€"â€"-the hardiest and most daring skip- per from Grand to Georgesâ€"went out to his long home. â€"â€"Westhaver.” The labored breathing stopped for a space. “West haver â€"~ bust. â€"- blood- vessel in chestâ€"goin' out soonâ€"I cal’- late.” The dying man paused and breathed heavily. “Are ye thar’, Westhaver?â€"can’t see, y‘knbw”â€"the words came in gaspsâ€"“git vessel homaâ€" Boston of ye kinâ€"noiwestep comin’â€"be carefulâ€"shoal t’ loo‘ardâ€"” He broke off in a srpasm of coughing he took the skipper‘s limp hand in his. “Skippy,” he‘rsaid quietly, “here I am SDI Book Company yer 1' way!” M can expan: WI l-renched al!eys e~filmed ropes, with a snap- )ging of sheet Re schooner n'ge into a down to the “One hun- nt,” he mut- e plunging rass needle t’ll be tack. 1 this blame 1t yer jib! aver: spun on anything outside of own soul power. Then we are masters, not slaves. Then do we discover that there is no power in things; that this cource of all our power is within us‘.â€"Success. We are absolutely free only when we rid ourselves of the domination of things; when we don’t live in our pro- perty, in our business; don’t depend Mlnard‘s Llniment fur Dandrufl‘ They are dominated by things. Their lives become so complicated with en- tangling interests that they are not free men or women. It is a rare thing to find a really free soul. We are so cumbered with many things, and bound in one way or another that limits and shuts us in. If we are not slaves of our property. of our posses- sions, we are slaves of our business, of our profession, or we are depending on things outside of ourselvesâ€"outside influence, outside capital. or pull, on the help of our friends. All these are crutches which make the soul limp, which weaken the backbone of charac- ter, take the stamina out of us, and rob us of virility of freedom.- A wealthy East Indian philosopher, when arrested and notified that all of his fortune, lands) everything he pos~ sessed, had been confiscated by the government, shouted, “Allah, Allah, I’m free!” The poor envy the rich, but they do not realize their slavery in many cqges, to mere things. Most people who have any possessions become their slaves. ibackâ€"wéary, listlessimen’. “Cit her EH, de defil!” he yelled. “Come on, boys, tale of the magic love potion, by which the fairy prince made the fairy prinâ€" beat de hell out of heem!" And they cess love him, will be attainable at any i I rolled that heavy, ice-coated sail up in record time. Under the triangular riding sail, whole foresail and jumbo, they came about somewhere off Cape Ann, and in the whirling snow~squalls the Fan- :slant for Boston Light. Men lolled in their bunks, oiled up and sea-boot- ‘ed ready for a call. Sleep was snatched in fitful dozes, and they wolfed their meals and drank huge mugs of steam- ing .cofi‘ee standing up at the shack locker in the forecastle. Ice formed quickly over the spray drenched bows. The cable box, fishing hawser, wind- lass and bowsprit were shrouded in a solid mass; the IOWer portions of the sails scaled and crackled like sheet- iron with every slat, and the rigging and blocks Were festooned clear to the cross-trees. ('l‘n k- “‘14-.-.4 Chemist's. Then we may read: “Ask for Daniel Cupid’s Harnessed Sunshine Love Mixtureâ€"accept no otiher," on the hoardings everywhere. Perhaps sunshine wil be stored in a me B. Carson dragged her lee mmlittle box like a pocket electric lamp, 1under as she swung. off on a long‘and young ladies will discard powder and rouge, and will make up their com- plexion by applying a little concen- trated sunlight to their cheeks for a few minutes until the roses appear. All handsome men will be able to broadcast the concentrated sunlight all over their faces until they have that slightly sunburnt tint by which they are known. But make no mistake; this article is perfectly serious. The rays of the sun have all these powers, and merely await dissecting by some scientific genius. ’It was big Jules who proved Shorty‘s most valuable lieutenant dur- ing the Wild, man~killing passage to T Dock. It was Jules who hovered jealously around his old dory-mate, ready to give a hand at the bucking wheel, or to execute an order. It was the Frenchman who hurled himself on the bel‘lying, thund‘erously slatting mainsail, and with wild oaths and ‘whi‘rling fist§ set the example to the ers and toes numb with frost. The sanctity of ‘ its silent dead, was i; living misery of the in who cluttered cursefui the apartment to thaw c tens and warm their There was no let up in Westhaver, redâ€"eved a: vessel and men with eyes which snag-I ped alert and wakefu‘l through theu‘ sW_oIlen, red-rimmed lids. “Take in yet main‘s’l! Set th’ ridin' sail! Aft here, all hands!" And tug- ging with the strength of desperation at. the mainâ€"sheet, the oilskinned mob dragged the big boom aboard and snapped the crotch and iron turn- buckle guys in place, while the young commander at the wheel watched sea, devil the gang into keeping the vessel clear of the ice which was forming on her decks and rigging. A snow Squall carried away the jib, and in a trice but a few ribbon~like rags fluttered from the stay. Then the mainsail proved too much for her in the weight of the wind blowing, and Frank called the gang together for a hassle with the ice-filmed, slatting When We Are Masters. (To be continued.) at the' whee ‘keeping the vessel Vclear :c_h was formmg on her $1112. SETTING‘SMALLER EVERY DAY v and utf the mhi BJK 111.0 mxt The most awkward of the gifts of- fered to ‘him was, without doubt, a. magnificent serpent ten meters long. This serpent, to which the heat had restored some vigor, did not find the lodging given him in the Zoological Garden of London quite to his taste and refused to enter it. It took six- teen persons to compel him to movie in. The Prince of Wales, returning from his journey around the world, brought in his baggage divers and sometimes terrible things. Perhaps sunshine wil be stored in a that was the despair of little box like a pocket electric lamp, many years. In the d and young ladies will discard powder VIII. this mighty bog bur and rouge, and will make up their com- covered a great area Witt plexion by applying a little concen- moss, but the peat wat trated sunlight to their cheeks for a into the Mersey destroy [few minutes until the roses appear. of fish. Great quantit: Earl Haig shakes hands with courte- ous firmness. He grips your hand in real soldierly fashion, with his thumb looked over your fingers. Another famous soldier, Sir William Robertson, is content with squeezing your fingers, though none too gently. The King just grips your hand firm- ly, giving it no shake Whatever, while the Prince's hand is shot jerkin for- ward, pressing yours downward zt the moment of gripping it. How do the celebi'ites shake handsâ€"the King. and the Prince of Wales. Is it possible to judge a man"; char- acter by his handshake? Dickens though so when he described Uriah Heep’s handshakeâ€"a limp, clammy taking of the hand indicative of the calculating suavity of that detestable young man. A world of difference be- tween his handshake and the respect- fully hearty grip of Peggotty, the Yar- mouth fisherman! Some people vow that they cannot cross the Equator without falling wholeheartedly and desperately in love. Perhaps in the future the fairy- tale of the magic love potion, by which the fairy prince made the fairy prinâ€" well be extracted from the sunlight and used for scientific purposes. Some day we may be able to make ourselves happy at willâ€"give ourselves the holi- day feeling at any momentâ€"by just pressing a switch in our homes or ofâ€" fices, and turning on a flow of happi- ness-inspiring rays. procure There we“ be Scientls-ts have for a long tlme been cutting up sunlight to sort out its dif- ferent powers and harness them for use, whilst X~rays have already been procured to combat certain human ills. There are other rays that can very might be captured and used to the same advantage. “I love the merry, merry sunshine, It makes my heart so gay,” ran the old song. Why is it that on bright and sunny days we feel so much better than we do when the weather is overcast and cloudy? A noted psychologist stated recently that "it is because the human race was brought to life by the sun. The light and warmth of the sun are the natural elements of mankind." Sunlight cures diseases and creates life. Certain x ady been "arious Handshakes Used by Celebrities. The Prince’s Serpent. USE Separating Sunbeams. The the sun’: eparated SIDE i7 NC of our day for example, :11 human dis- ar rays which i used to the vs have ; m the re human (1 als 169 The test of the Einstein theory of light curvature decided upon by this expedition is possible only when the sun is completely eclipsed. Thus its practicability is sharply defined. Several American, Australian and long focal distances. will be 50 centimete time of exposure wil 90 seconds. Eight 0 will be taken during utes. Astronomers have calculated that Christmas Island will be one of the few stops on this earth over which the sun will be totally eclipsed September 20 for a full six minutes by the clock. ‘Science, which computes its time by lsuch vast periods as “light years,” is ‘preparing, however, to make quite a. fuss over this insignificant six minutes. A German scientific expedition, head- ed by Dr. Erwin Freundlich~Finley, 0t Potsdam University. is now on the way to Christmas Island with a large num- ber of delicate instruments by which it hopes to make a thorough: tes: of the Einstein theory of relativity. If Jupi- ter Pluvius withholds his rain clouds they expect to succeed, but if the sky is overcast their long journey will have been in vain. The equipment to be used in the tests consists of two of the most ined- ern photographic telescopes; one of which is 3.60 meters long and the other 8.50 meters. Both are capable of tak- ing detailed photographs at extremely 114 Christmas Island, a little patch at land in the Indian Ocean which is dis- tinguished chiefly by its pretty name, will be a busy place for a. few minutes next September 20, and from this ac- tivity may come many startling an- nouncements of a scientific nature. moss, but the peat water which ran into the Mersey destroyed thousands of fish. Great quantities of rolling moss were carried as far away as the Isle of Man. Most people have heard of Chm. Moss, in Lancashire, the great, bog that was Uhe despair of engineers for many years. In the days of Henry VIII. this mighty bog burst. It not only A moving plain sliding steadily to- wards the sea was the terrifying spec- tacle witnessed in Carnarvonshire in September, 1913. This amazing per- formance began with rumblings like those of an earthquake. Then a. large plot of grazing land began to move. its surface rising and falling like waves. Great boulders were flung out and then sucked in again. 'Ilhrls continued until the flat, pebble-covered beach had dis. appeared and been replaced by the grass land. in 1910 a similar disaster took place near Castlerea, in Co. Ros-common. In the middle of a November night more was a sound like thunder. Great fls» sures opened in the surface of the bog.l and an area of more than three square miles began to slide towards the ad- jacent lowland. It swept on for about a quarter of a mile. overwhelming cot- tages and a portion of the main road. Nature indulges in odd tricks u times. One of her latest antics is the sudden disappearance of an enormous; swamp in British East Africa. The theory is that the swamp was suppontf ed by the roof of a. rocky underground cavern, and that this roof collapsed. At any rate, an immense volume of water has disappeared into the earth, leaving behind a huge, and at present unexplored. hollow. in November, 1920, a. large section of the Culliagh Bog, near Longford. burst with a roar that was heard for miles. says an English newspaper. Acres of slime gushed outwards. Luckily, there were no houses near the hog, and the only damage was to a road. 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