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Ills Name Was Preserved Fish
-BY RICHARD CONNELL.
PART I.
A new baby lay in the old cradle
It was very red, very small, and very
noisy, and in` no way strikingly dif- l
ferent' from most baro-day=old babies•
Its mother, from the bright. brass bed
its father had given' her as a silver'
wedding present, regarded it with'in-
terest, but without excitement. New
babies were no treat to her; this. was
her' ninth.
Her name was Mrs. Fish, and her
husband's name was Mr. Welter Fish,
and so, by the custom of the country,
the net, infant in the'old cradle was
also named Fish. '
Mr. Walter Fish, who blew glass for
a living, came home presently. He
bestowed an affectionate smile, nod,
and `grunt on his wife,'as was his
wont, and' poked his newest son medi-
tatively with his forefinger.
"What'll we call 'im, Lulu?" he
asked of his wife.
s
i 'knew
. S]ie n she n
smiled to herself, fol
the' question to be purely a rhetorical
one, requiring; no answer from her.
Mr. Walter Fish l -new perfectly well
what he wanted. to call the child She
remembered the brisk debates that
had ' attended' the choice of names for
the:: other eight. However, with every
appearance of'finality, she said,
"We'll call him 'Douglas.'
Mr falter Fish snorted. .
"Douglas!" he ejaculated. "After
an actor? And a picture' actor at
that?':: Myson? Neverr
r»
\ er,.
His ,rejection of "Douglas," as he
drew himself' up to his full height, five
feeti, inches, felt . not
was dramatic if
even: superb.
"Vire °will call the child." he said in
the tones he employed as past grand
inside guard of his lodge, `Nathaniel.'
After my great-grandfather," he ex-
plained.
"After Grandfather Nathaniel
Beainish, who was arrested for steal-
ing geese from Boston Common?" ask -
'ed Mrs. Fi h, with well -simulated in-
nocence.
"No!" was Mr.' Walter Fish's in-
stant ..and indignant reply. "After
Grandfather' Nathaniel'' Babbitt, the
undertaker' and="
"Never!" broke in Mrs. Fish.
"Embalmer," finished Mr. Fish
sternly. "Besides," he added, with. a
touch of persuasion, "Nathaniel is a
good old Scripture name."
'But' 'Douglas' is so pretty," insist-
ed Mrs. Fish.
She was. of the Romantic School, he
of the Biblical. To avoid family
strife, they had compromised by talc-
ing turns `naming' the successive Fish-
-es. To Mrs. Fish's credit were Gwen-
dolyn, Millicent, Dewey, and Galahad
Fish. Mr. Fish was proudly respon-
sible for Zacharias, Eiihu,`Dorcas, and
Joshua . Fish. The: score was even.
And now here was, the ninth and,
quite certainly, the last Fish. Both
parents realized that:the question of
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that benefits every-
body.
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cleanses the teeth,
soothes the throats
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The 'telephone' bell out its int-
perative jingle as Mrs., Stamey was
in the midst of her usual Wedneeda7
niortring bread -mixing ' act. As She
began to hastily rid her fingers of the
dough, Julia came in from th• gar-
den with a pail' of ;.big red straw-
berries.
"I'11 answer it, mother. I think: it
is Jane calling aboutthe' picnic," :he
sang as she hurried to the telephone.
But this is what Mrs. Stanley heard:
"Hello!"
"No, this is Julia."
A minute's pause. •
"les, Mrs. Gray, I would be very
glad to help you. When do yea ar ant
nie to come over?"
"1 es,. I have the berries all .pieced
and will be right over."
As• Julia turned away from the tele-
'/ .lihor. e, there was .a determined look in
f their ultimate offspring her expression.
was'. a lc - is one. ea en
3 name for " tlother, if Jane calls, tell her I
t Illi h Neither intended can't to if s, said. I
' gothe picnic ,•" e < ' "
to give way an inch.
1tn stn
Gwendolyn Fish' came home from ` going over to help Mrs. Gray with
her work: in barn -raising," in the telephone company, '.Ihe Stanleys had recently. unloved
and entered, spiritedly, into the ,de- A -DAINTY FROCK FOR
bate, Gwendolyn always.. described from the city and were new . at ehe
herself as "a hello girl," and she wore farming gaine. With' plans to marry MOTHER'S GIRL: `-
buns and read novels; she voted for a young farmer of their community in, 4337.Thisi will be charming in
"Douglas" without hesitation, but said, the fall, 'Julia was anxious to ;?rasp 'organdy, crepe, or voile. It is also
"T Kennet Eugene."
"More actors!" snorted Mr. 'Fish. ed experience ha feeding farm Help on
"Call a son of mine `Kenneth. Eugene' , the farm. With this ° in view, the pie
or `Douglas'? What would the 'boys nit did not enter into consideration..:
in the bottle -room' think of me? I say,And so, armed with an apron end
`Nathaniel'."a Ford, she was very soon in•' Mrs."
she preferred K g 1 the opportunity to get some first -hand -
When Elihu came home ;from has
studies at the barbers' college, where' Gray's kitchen assisting' her in prepar-
he was ; a sophomore; he sided with ing the dinner for fifteen or more hun-
his father and voted for 'Nathaniel.",
gry men. It was all a wonderful'reve-
a'Douglas, is sissy," he pronounced. i kation •to ' Julia.: ` She had lived the
"Give me a name out of the Good Book greater part of her nineteen summers
every time." 1 in the city"and small towel, and to her
nice for linen, with. the guimpe of con-
trasting material. The sleeve may be
in wrist. length' with a band*cuff, or in
short length as illustrated.
The. Pattern is cut in 4 Sizes: 8, 10,
12 and 14 years. A 10 -year size re-
quires 3i/x. yards of 40 -inch material.
Pattern Mailed to any address on
receipt of 15c in silver or stamps, by
the Wilson Publishing Co., 73 West
Adelaide St., Toronto. Allow two
weeks fag receipt of. pattern.
It lookekd like a deadlock in the the haying time,. threshing time, and .
;,
to"hate
to her `mothers question as w
she had learned that' afternoon, she,
sat down beside her to tell her all1
about it
MrsGrayis certainly wonderful
. x ya
little housekeeper. With the three
Children on thea farm, she gets along-
splendidly.
long
splendidly, She had planned a very
simple but ample. meal, and it seemed
to appeal to every one of the hungry
men. She served:.'
Fish family, "silo -filling time on a large farm was
Mr. and
After supper that night, M . an enormous task, one greatly to be
Mrs. Leo Dole came in from next' door . dreaded: But that afternoon as 'she
returned ,home it was with a much
I ,
to inspect the infant
Fish- I
i?�Irs. Leo Dole cried. "Didum was?, changed viewpoint, and she was eager
Isn't um coot? Wuzzum scared by
•r" T Mrs. Dole' to tell her mother of the new things
lady?'' The child was.
gratuitously suggested that "Tenn,-` she had learned.,
g y suggested
I
soli'' would be'a nice name. Mr. 'Leo. She found her mother on the porch
Dole who ran the baseball scores pool doing the mending and in answer
ha the bottle -room, advised' that the'
baby be called "George" after either'
y
Mr. "Ruth or Mr: Kell. both of which l
Kelly,
heroes. he pointed out. by a remark--;
able coincidence, bore that name. :He
further advised that immediate steps
be taken to cause George Fish to grow*
up left-handed.
Cousin Ellie Tucker dropped in to
say that the custom among rally
swell people was to give the child for
a first name the mother's family
Mr. and Mrs. Fish exchanged quick,'
meaningful ,glances.
"What is your:. name?" asked Mrs.
Fish genially., "I never' did know for
sure."
"P," said the uncle solemnly,
'stands for `Preserved.""
"What?"
"Preserved," repeated , the uncle.
"It's a-, fine old name, too, Comes
down from the Pilgrim, 'Fathers of
Plymouth Rock; that name does"
"It's sort of odd," mused the mother,
name. As Mrs. Fish, before her 4mar-
riage, had been Lulu McGillicuddy,
the idea was dropped without serious
{consideration.
"Nope," said Mr. Fish to all sug-
gestions. "Nathaniel."
"Douglas," _.
I Doaglas,»said Mrs. Fish, from
her brass bed.
An animated discussion was in pro-
gress,' punctuated by small, protesting
squeals from the old cradle, when the
door opened briskly and a loud voice,
that made them all jump, sang. out,
"I -leave ho, me huskies!
"Good gracious, it's Uncle P. Robin-
son!" cried Gavendolyn. •
A fat ancient, with a wind -redden-
ed face framed in white whiskers, so
that he always looked as if he were
just about to shave, rolled info the
room on brief legs like furniture
casters.
"An' how's the little tar this
evenin'?"' he roared, giving the child
a prodigious dig in the ribs with a
thumb the size of a cucumber. Uncle.
P. `Robinson wore' ` a double-breasted.
blue serge suit and a yachting cap. He
made no attempt to conceal the fact
that he was nautical; in fact, he fre-
quently described himself as " a sea-
going son of a sea -cook from binnacle
to barnacle."
He carried a walrus bag, so large,
so old, so wrinkled and worn : that it
must have been made from the primal
father of all the walruses. This vol-
uminous, bag he tapped mysteriously
and winked at Mr. Fish.
"I got 'ern," he said.
"Got what?" asked Mr. Fish. -
"If you knew, your eyes would pop
out," was the cryptic answer of Uncle
P. Robinson. It was, apparently; not
the first time that the strange bag and
its contents had been mentioned dark-
ly, since Uncle P. Robinson had come
to be a paying guest in the Fish home
a month before.
"Can't pay much—now," he said at
the time of his arrival. "My capital
is tied up. But just you wait—" Mr.
and Mrs. Fish thought it wise to take
in their • relative and wait. He was
little trouble. He slept in a hammock,
and spent all his time down at the
G.A.R. Hall telling how he helped
sink` the "Merrimac."
"What's all this pow -wow over?"
inquired Uncle P. Robinson of the
Fishes and their guests.
"We're picking a name for young
Nathaniel,' explained Mr. Fish, with
a jerk of his thumb toward the cradle..
"For little Dongias," put in Mrs.
Fish.
"Ah, 'Douglas; Douglas, tender' and;
"and sort of romantic
"It's a Scripture name, ain't it?"
asked the father.
"You're both right," the uncle re-
plied amiably. "It's sort of romantic
and it's sort of Scripture. Why, a
child with a name like that is prac-
tically sure to go straight ..to the
Promised Land. The Lord will pre-
serve us, you know."
"We'll think ' about ' it," said the
father, eying the walrus bag. "Can I
help you upstairs with that grip?"
"Oh, no, said the` -uncle hastily.
Dont bother. I" guess this old craft
can '-carry a cargo yet a while."
He rolled out of the room on his
caster legs, puffing and wheezing be-
neath the weight of the bag.
When the visitors had gone, Mr.
Fish turned to his wife.
"P'raps ,it's gold," he said.
"Or precious jewels , and gems,"
murmured the romantic Mrs. Fish.
"He was to India once."
Mr.Fish poked his head out of the
room and called, "Galley! " Galley!
You come here to poppa."
Galahad Fish, a tow -headed little
demon of seven, came.
"Galley," said his father, 'you go
sneak up to Uncle P. Robinson's .room
and peek through the keyhole and
sed what he's got in that big black
bag. Sneak like you was an Indian,
Galley."
Galahad sneaked ; from the room
with elaborate caution.
"His eye just reaches the keyhole,"
remarked the father with a touch of
pride. •
Galahad returned shortly, visibly
excited.
"What's in the bag?" his father
queried in a low voice. '
"Moneys," cried Galahad.
"Ssssshl" hissed the father. "Not
so loud! What did you say? Money?"
"Moneys!' repeated Galahad.
"Heaps an' heaps an' heaps an' heaps
an' heaps—"
"For pity's sake, stop : saying
`heaps.' What kind of moneys, Gal-
ley? Shiny moneys?" I,
"Nope, Felipe, paper moneys. Heaps
an' heaps an' heaps—"
"What color?". his :father interrupt-
ed, gripping, his arta.
"Greenan' yeller. Mostly yeller
There was heaps an' heaps an' heaps."
"Are you sure it was: yeller,?" The
father's grip, on his.' offspring's arm
tightened.
"Ouch!" cried Galahad. "Yes, sall-
ies.
al
ler. heaps an' heaps an' heaps—
"Galley," said Mr. Fish sternly,
"you go; right straight to bed, and if
you' say a word about peeping into-
1 your uncle's keyhole, a single little
word, I'll skin you alive, that I will."
When Galaha had gone, Mr. Fish
turned to his wife. •
"Well, that settles that,"' he said
with a hearty, pleasurable sigh.: "We
needn't 'fuss about "a name any
longer!' '
"Niro,".agr•eedMrs. `Fish, from out
a revery. "He said heaps an' heaps
an'" heaps, didn't lie?"
And so it came about that o:° ,lrtill,
red, noisy baby was christened Pre-
served Fish.
(To be continued.)
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dal. r
true,'" sighed :Ars.' Leo Dole.
"Babe Ruth's name is George," I
ventured Mr. L"c Dole from his
corner.
Uncle P. Robinson scratched his
frothy tangle of whiskers for a full
minute, and then 'exclaimed:
"Well 'why not name the little', fella
for me?"
': or uv„
e`p, for me," the old mariner:
"I ain't got any heirs, nor assigns
either, whatever' they are. So when
I pass on to ,my reward on high, who
will get' this?"
Hetapped the walrus bag. No' one
answered his question, so he answered
it himself.
"Why," he said, "my namesake, . of
course. '
Roast Beef Mashed Potatoes
.Browned Gravy
Bread and Butter StringBeans
Cucumber Pickles` Radishes
Fresh Cherry Pie Lemonade
"The meat she had roasted yester'
day, so it had only to be re -heated. I
peeled the potatoes and got them
ready while she prepared the string
beans. I helped to make .the : cherry
pie, too,and now I know' how to keep
them from running over. . Just add
about one and a half or two teaspoon-
fuls of flour mixed with sugar, and
they will never run over a:bit, Mrs.
Gray., also ' added about one-quarter
teaspoon of soda to the sugar for each
pie,. and it didn't take only about
three-quarters as much sugar, and the
flavor was just as good."
SWEETEN LEMONADE WITH SUGAR.
"In making the lemonade, we used
half oranges and half .lemons, and
sweetened it with syrup instead of the
dry sugar, and this helped to beat Mr.
Sugar Profiteer, too. Several of the
men complimented her on'how good it
was, and said that in warm weather
they preferred it to coffee. •
"It was no trouble at all for us to
arrange the dinner on the table, as
Mrs. Gray"has'.one of those handy lit-.
tle wheel trays, or tea carts: We could
put so many things on it at once and
wheel it right in beside the diningroom
table. It was just' made of one of
those old-fashioned washstands like we
have up in the' back bedroom, painted
in white, trimmed in 'buff and blue.
But it saves a good many steps and
the drawer is used for silverware."
"I am so glad you went," interposed
Mrs. Stanley. "You have gained some
good experience that will help you
when you and Jerry start housekeep-
ing on the farm,"
Lifebuoy may be safely used
on the tenderest skin.
It is wonderfully cleansing
for little hands, faces, and
bodies.
It leaves a-. delightful fresh-
ness and softness.
44febuoy-babies' have beautiful
healthy spas•
At the mention of her future, a
maidenly blush crept over Julia's
cheeks.
"But" she continued, "the best part
of it all is that 'there was "no extra
washing to do."
SAVE ON WASHING DAY.
"I don't see how she could eliminate
that," said Julia's mother, "there must
at least have been a few towels."
-"No; not even any towels," declared
Julia. "She had purchased a'rol1 of
paper toweling. and the men • never
complained about using them at all.
She had also purchased ,large paper
tablecloth and napkins. When the
table. was ,cleared, all were chucked
into the:stove: and •.there was no
thought of extra washing on Monday;"
"I have missed you to -day, daughter,
with the canning," said her. mother,
"but I am so . glad you went, for you
certainly have come home with a
pocket full of experience."
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Before 1ici:4ving 1.3uencrs -Airee,.li�on,nd
for tiro Strait. oil N a1 e•1i`an ']nd, then
north' 10 Valparaiso, tire "captwin"switids
for his, chief engineer,
"Plenty of coal` ort, Loa>:�,1., c:1t!ef?" he
asks. ' ' c' have rt,Welve cleats' ete'an-
ing to Coronet. ?-low muck have you?"
•r1 ,. 1 unedreed touts," Yc gL cs, ., title'
oil »or ; ",uificont fin c i'c.i �tEe1'1 d,ay .
That's l'ieat.y; beanie coal 1a 'o: pen-
,6�1Y5 llel'e;'', •
Out from Buenos 'Aires and down
'into the, Roaring horeties they .0O3,
whore always the wast- wind blows
so"tih i reaiit,nng'forc�e, piling gap. Snoun-;'
taints of seething water,
Gale'follows gt' and sLc'u1 , 'very
s11owly, the tramp; ete.10:r plugs her
way sout.Ii.' Coal is flung into the fur.
race with g', ne eu, hands, but a bare
six .knolls '.s th'a result.
An Anxious Time.
' Throtuneh the Magella.0 Strait after
teen weary days, and then up the Pata-
gonian coast.. But -here it is no bet-
ter; ; the westerly gales blow straLght
ao des 'tile Pacii'se on the rocky
coast to leeward, and the ponderous
gait of the old shill- is as heartbreaking
to the weary ry officers, tramping up and
down the spray -sodden bridge, as to
the' engineers, who, with •.anxous° eyes,
see ,thie small stock'of ;CORA rapidly
Eight bells, and those ragged _clouds
to windward speak of another night of
shrieking wind, and high -running seas,
The chief engineer, clad in overalls,
clmbs ag�a�inst time wind`: to the upper
bridge, in search of the captain. '''--
In
'�
In the oha.rt-room lie finds liim:'-.goes.---,
"Sixty tons is ;all wo.have," he la-
conically remarks '
But the captain, with tired, eyes
pouring over thle chin:rt; does not re-
ply. I e 1s° measuring the uncomfort-
ably long line between the ship and.
the nearest coal.depot--gat Coronet,
"Si hundred miles. is the exact dis-
s
ta'nce," he says "and if the weather
was at.all decent we could do it; but
`_" I e tapsthe baa,ometee
as it iS � ,
and the chief s�e.es the inddeeutor full of
friction. "Oh, well, chief, we clic but
do our hest!, .Better reduce her to
half -speed; • she won't burn so• much,"
p ,
No Coal and Fifty Miles to Go.
Another day and another night pass
over, aii,d' still- the old ship. covers
thosie long miles all too slowly, at a
�trcns•ndou& cost- in fuel
Fift miles to ar,the last, shovelful
Y 1; .
is,. g0110,: and if -once the steatti goes
back very, far it will be: almost. an im-
passfvliiiity. to raise it again. "
Something must tie clone to get bier
over the 'last lap, especially -as.. the
weather looks better. '
So then it ie. that the asst •dra,siti�c
.resource is used. The ship'must_ be
burnt -to• drive the engines.
:First the paint and ,the varnish and
the whole contents of the bos'un's store
go -down to the stokelrold and,into the '
cI:v+ing,furnace.'Alrready the H.P.-crank-
'shaft goes over with a- more d�eter-
rniried thrust, and the flamez leap,out
of the ship's. funnel. •
Now the derrick -booms are uns!trip-
ped•, cut into short lengthis, soaked in
coa-tar, and thrown to the flames",
Slowly, very slowly, the patient log
records the 'Ales as we pass along.'
Now the dstaace to go is down to
1 forty, miles; another watdbi brings it
nto
tuow thirty,but the �aru�er nc -fuel
Y
ge
rattans ane running low.
Next, the cabui.fuvnitv,Te; bunks are
ripped out. .Gaily -painted• eli�esr'n re-
lies of Li!mnitouse and Conxmer•cial
Road, E., all melte their contribution
to the common oauso. Bookcases,;'.
chairs, tables, and all the parepher
e irili�a of cabins aro rentorselesoly
inrnt.
l3urnincd Then• Heats. .
Here is someone's trouser press,
there a mahogany bridge table. It is
heartbreaking to, have to part with the
companions of many a long .voyage;,,.
bat it has to be, for the alternative will
be infinitely worse.
The last resource is the Iifeboatei,
and every man 13,opes that thoy,;abov+e
alllotit,elr thiing,s, can be slaved. But no,
there still nenvai�n's the Bust ten milia,_
so the carpenter and.a couple of 'sea -
oven start wdeth axes on .the captain's
deingfthy, and the,broken ribs, planks,
and seats are handed down bellow: -_
In tis red glow of' the dawning a hail
comes front the .lookout: "Something
ahead, sir!„
Bvnocltlars are whipped out 'and
levelled. Is it? • Yes. t Coronet piers
are no more than two miles, away; we
shall slave once boat, at Least.•.
A tired smile flits across the cap-
tain's weather-beaten face.-. when at
len geth,he gives the order, 'Prepare to ••.
caal ship."
ea
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A clergyma'i. takirll; occasional duty
for a friend in alr.emote country parish,
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tlie old verger who had been collecting
the offertory quietly abstract a fifty -
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at 'the altar rail.
. After service lie called -..the. olid anan,
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emotion 'hitt his crime had, been dis-
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nfilte verger.,loolted puzzled for -a nto-
ment. Ther' a`sudden light'dawned on
hint.
"Why; sir, you don't mean that old
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