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The Brussels Post, 1927-8-3, Page 7imora' F: atrawg=geo= i vgda' llti"^xmr:.T:ffAk''11izzgie il:iL+43gmEg�xrar3 waorzevemicameatgauctiwane. io:'an.- .1.111A1 7x' .�T""• `47134arran:nOX ax+MIXUMiia' . "..S'a'9E5riX1^Mt1ArsMaIILaR45tiq.'e9MFl!gRLtm.?.:•c. Another ' Firm da , i1 t of 1h11►+ siness Just one of the trews items whirl) are appearing in papers quite too often these days throughout the Dominion, And what is the reason? There is only one, and that is lade of loyalty to home Institutions and the lure of the flashing publicity of the large city establishments. 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C. McCAI,I , for Phone 2310, I3russels, The 4eafort Cfream1er'"y The Adventures of a stow r rd Copyright NEW S5RIAL STORY. "She is you rcousio, Delarey; she is left on board, Come back and give her your place, you—" Patrick Fer- guson broke into language which should have scathed Arthur if he heard it. "He won't come back!" said the man who had called Arthur a "mean' ekunk." The boat had stopped; they could see her diol outline in the black gun beneath. "He ought. to go back!" was heard in a shrill woman's voice. Mr. Ferguson had become silent. He had turned his back to the boat. Pen watched the dark outline with fascinated eyes. Was Arthur going to leave herr to drown? She was glad that it was she and not another wo- man who was left thus to die. She at least was his cousin, and it took some what from the family disgrace that it should be one of the family, and not an outsider, who had to suffer for Arthur's cowardice. Then it struck her that perhaps Arthur by doing this had saved his own life. She was glad that it should be saved, though like an arrow straight to its mark cause the inmost whisper, 'what should it profit hint to save such a worthies; life, such a coward's life?'' "Aren't we going in the boat?" asked Pat Lyon. "They might have taken the child!' said a man. The boat bad moved on its waw. The outline had faded into the black- ness. There was nothing to be seen. Mr, Ferguson was talking to the captain in a law voice. The second- officer econdofficer had taken Pat from Pen's tired arms, and was telling him that now he 11100 "0 ship -wrecked boy." "I don't Like being shipwrecked; it is cold," said Pat, He found that the actual experiwnre was not as ex- citing as the story -books. It was bitterly cold. Pon's .feet were numb. She was shoeless, and her stockings were wet with the snow on the docks. She was so cold that she could no longer fuel fear. Death would be almost wt'lemne no 0 relief to her pangs, The sailors were still hammering at the boats remaining on the ship, Mr. Ferguson had disappeared with one of the sailolfs. The ,passengers were seated on the deck, The men smoked; and when they spoke their voices were lowered as though in presence of some great mystery. "I'tn leaving a wife and three kiddies at ,home in England," said one. "I've no one belonging to me; I've been long forgotten," said another. "I told my wife to ask for heavy IMMIlliErMarPl• Letterheads Envelopes Billheads And all kinds of Business Stationery printed at The Post Publishing House. We will do a job that will do credit to .your business. Look over your stock of Office Stationery and if it requires replenishing call us by telephone 31. The Post Publishing Nouse compensation if she's saved; she went , in the last boat," .said a third. "'Twas bad luck for you, miss, being left behind," saki the first, turning to Pen. "Yes, very, Will she go down soon?" Perhaps a steamer'll come along and Dirk' ne up," said one in would- be hopeful 101100, "If there'd been any sea on we'd been knocked to bits by now." "We'll be frozen if we're not drowned!" "Perhaps they will get oil' another boat?" "Not they. I heard the captain say as it was hopeless." It was remarkable how quiet every one was. The captain would pass with a cheery word; the men would nod their heads; the 01111000 would lift the lanterns. Pat was dozing in the arms of the second officer. Pen crouched together to keep what warmth she could in her numb body. "Here, Olen I have brought some blankets!" said Mr. Ferguson. Pen felt herself wrapped in a com- forting warmth, her feet covered in a thick woollen wrap. "Yes, I have, and brought out what I could." "If the ship had gone down—" "I should have been done for a little sooner," said Mr. Ferguson. His voice had never been so cheery as it was tonight'in the face of what looked like certain death. "I'd prefer to die, in the open," said one of tate men. "Thank you sir. " "He's a good sort!" ;aid -another. Pen heard them as in a dream. She felt the gratful warmth creep through her limbs and rouse her from her numbness. 11fr. Ferguson and the second officer were talking over her head. "Ts there any chance for the boat, said Mr. Ferguson. ",hero may be a place where they can land. But, anyhow, it is bitter- ly cold, and the women have few wraps with therm. If they do not find a landing they will be dashed to pieces upon the rocks, There is a wind rising." CHAPTER VIII. The time wore on. The moon set behind the walls of rock and the darkness seemed to make the cold more intense and the waiting for death a worse agony. But the men showed little impatience. Some- times one would grumble irritably; another would scramble about until. asked impatiently what he was do- ing. Then he would subside like the others. The sailors had given up trying to free the boats. , They min- gled with the passengers. The cap- tain, the officers, Pen and Mr. For- g•uson were together in a little group, Pat still slept, wrapped in rugs, But for the blankets and wraps procured by Mr. Ferguson- it is certain that some would have perished of cold. As it was, they had to huddle to- gether like sheep to keep warmth in their 'bodies, But, bitter as was the cold, there was no whisper of going below. All felt that it was better to die on ,deck than like rats in a hole, A wind rose and pierced them to the bones. "We cannot stand this!" said Mr, Ferguson. He rose and called a sailor. They lifted a Iaritern and made their way together from the ,group, They returned shortly. Mr, leer- guson had found more wraps •••- he had dragged up the carpeting. The FRIENDS P1. AN GIFT Earl of Oxford, to whom well b 1, presented Ort annuity of 1'20,000. sailor ic•as ,1rnn•d with tow bottles and glosses, Portion; of rant were given to all. Pen felt a glass held to her lips, and some of the spirit poured down her throat. "You must drink it!" said Mr. Ferguson. Pat was sleeping soundly on Pen's knee. He felt so warm that it was decided not to wake him to give him the spirit. It roused a11, Tongues were loosened. "I ant tired of this waiting," said one man. "I shall be glad when we turn over and have done with it." There was a faint gray light on the tops of the rocks. In the gulf it seemed the darker for that ray. "It will be daylight soon," said Mr. Ferguson. A tinge of colour came upon the rocks. The lantern's beams lost their light. The day was coming and with it the wind increased. The captain whispered something to Mr. Ferguson, who nodded his head in answer. The ship was heaving with a louder parsing sound. Steadily the light grew until they could see one another's faces and the havoc in them the night had wrought. Some of the men were sleeping, worn out with the night's emotions. Pen had slept, and awak- ened to find herself with her head on Mr. Ferguson's shoulder, his arm round her, holding her steady. She had not the energy to mutter thanks. it seemed the most natural thing in the world. The boy was in the arms of the second officer. He was awake and angrily demanking breakfast, 'Shipwrecked boys don't want breakfast, said the second officer. "I want ,nine, and in shipwrecks there aro always rafts and desert islands," raid Pat. - "We may as well try to get some fool," said Mr. Ferguson, "Site may go at any second," said the captain !n a low voice. But Mr. Ferguson shrugged his shoulders. "We have been saying that .for tite last five hours," "She must go shortly in this wind. Any sea will do for its." Mr. Ferguson called for volunteers, and several Wren came forward, The long hours of waiting had made them desperate or callous to death. They went with hhn to search for food. `C, N. E. MANAGER DIES John D. Kent, internationally known as general manager of the Canadian National Exhibition, died at his home in Toronto last week af- ter a long illness, Mr. Kent is sur- vived by his widow; one daughter, Mrs. (Dr.) Alex, MCKelvey, and Harry Kent, . • The ship moved and groaned; the tangle of the deck seemed to grow steeper. i wish he would come back," said ' Pen aloud. She felt a vague safety in his presence. Death seemed )tot so dreadful with Mr. Ferguson's calm face at her side, his steady arm to hold her -when the deep, waters rush- ed over her head, "Here ]1e conies!" said the lsocond officer. They returned laden with eatables. The weary hopeless men sat up and felt hope revive as they ate. Pat Lyon laughed, and his laugh sounded startling. "I'll tell father about this!" he said in his clear young voice. "lie you think when we get on the island there will be a Man Friday and goat? "He's thinking of Robinson Cru- soe!" said a man with a bitter laugh. "I'm glad they didn't take me with the women," said the boy. "I'm a pian now." "Yes, you are a man—more of one than that Delaney, or whatever he was called," said some one. "Father's awfully «brave!" said the boy. "He's a soldier and a V. C., you know." Pen was ,sitting next to Mr. Fer- guson. She saw him start and glance at the boy with the furtive look which had not,come to him all the night. He had talked and commanded and spoken like one who was accustomed to command. His head had been ;held erect, his oyes had met the eyes of others full and clear; but at the sim- ple words of the boy his head had dropped i'orw•ard on his chest. Day was now fully conte. The sun was throwing long gleams of 1".4.0 upon the wall of rock. Hope see ora to spring up in the breasts of the waiting group with the bright- ness "t• clay, though the wind was rising, and the ship was moving every second with a more suspic!2us ntoventrnt, hent it seemed impossible that one could drown with the sun shining brightly. "What is that?" said Pat. He was climbing about the deck, with the second officer :It his heels. A pair of boots had been found for the boy which were too large and continually dropped from his feet, but Pat hn'l no objection to ;going barefoot. The men had grown care - DESERVING TRIBUTE It is particularly gratifying to all those admirers of Dr. Gran.fell and those who have been thrilled by read- ing some of his books, that the can forting of a double honor by His Majesty, King George, upon him, has been received with widsspread appro- bation throughout this entirs country. Dr. Grenfell has been granted the honor of knighthood„ and has re- ceived a personal letter of appreei- ation from the King for the splendid work that he has been carrying on for so many years. Dr. Grenfell, who is a graduate of Oxford, where he was studying for a doctor, yielded to his lova of adven- ture and spent several years in the hospital ships that sailed the little known waters of the western ,Atlant- ie. These trips brought him to New- foundland and Labrador, where he later went to spend 20 much of his life, devoting his energies to improv- ing the condition of the people of that country. His writings have brought Labrador into tho world, and contributions have gone to Dr. Gren- fall to relieve the misery, the squalor and distress of Labradlr from people in every gtiarter of the globe. The people of Labrador are better off to• day because of Dr, Grenfell's self- sacrificing service, and the King has conferred honors never more justly earned than when he granted knights hood to the man who was "Dr. Luke of the Labrador," •+•+•44+•+.44+•+0+40+41,-44+0-+ y • NWaD ,1• , • WANT s 4 9Y 69 ./'9/ V ! Gd •4• H 0 r s m •1• i (!,;it+ st tn"erkat pl €f -r; a pe'd f• 1 :„fir H n' t "'0 .1. u la, `f r • M. Vo5kt"atj . • 0 1,41.1„4'4 tea•,,.....r.•.F'1,•, t7 YS•4,i.cot.i: It shifted and was heeling slowly over. 111” captain watched her with bat.11 breath until her deck- were at 1i4Ilt angles with the water. "1'u11, atoll, pull! 4:114,1 the rap- trss•1, curl the• ,-micas rowed with a will. The .,teams', with a shudder like a h+.. thinv, turned completely over with a c'tolri and ulle and wild t'. ,t t. .t w A4+• brokeover i+ a 74'1:4 illusp a 11:44:• of `I4n•tt4 iteMiHt the rc,. !,,. J4r 1141 1e ,,t tie ,v''1 tUi'r, 1, t hut;: 11144 •t 1114/1144,40 I ti+i its- they ie ! r •d ui le- , 1'1 1,1 I .r ,edit o lb, wreck. '0,11 r• 'h., aro ,' :1:1,0, Uf,oi, tit: cv :, the} :-;nr Ih,10 ;hc w115 1yint: not bow',- 114,101 i ;"i, 111- 11x11^ ' (11 t. fol' '1:' r"t -i J•• I r' •.0111411 heed ..11, 111":`' i 1 1' t , w', 11,141 i,_ _ I .I . ' I i . 'tflt. 1;ttt ;he w'.... •',d • .,.:rl., „•br.v ; h1 a:ei 1, Pe„ bar rotund.,n tae I1 fo, t t a- e , f'1 I - 11 1 ,.. lit the ! "pi: d , fir I 14,,:1:-:" wild. To see t h, l; t 11, 1 1 31•e rh w tf.li I_ 1t- . ,_, 1; v0, t. 1...)•' (flash ;1I1 '11 L. ,.nisi ,•f a lies, inrp„.,.on upon 214. bob +.. "1'r 1- ot11y j1! t 100,11 rtlT leg' irk I'lie 11:11'1. :,;,,u::a .1 man. ! The two boots were coming to tae 14414' "I' the ''141,. "we Fouad 't plat•c w'lu't•,• w,- rand lanai 'em, and then came bark for the re•t," said one of the sailors, "Have you anything to eat?" The good • fellows were throv:n while the men took their places in the boat,. Pen and Pat were the first to be placed in the lager of the two, in spite of Pat's walls that he was 0 man and ought to wait with the mon. He was smiling,again when he found that the men were follow- ing. By Mr. Ferguson's advice food was put in the boats. "All the others are pretty well famished," said one of the sailors in charge of the boat. "They were lucky who stayed on board, though us didn't expect to see no ship when us rowed back this morning, did us. Dill?" "That we didn't!" "The women was in rine state with the cold! And as for the genelman, he wanted all the rugs and things for himself;" Pen could feel no wonder at any- thing that Arthur did. "We had a deal o' trouble with him," said the other sailor. The two boats, with crowding, would carry all who were left on, the ship. The captain hurried then, into their places, and in a few minutes they cast off. "She won't last many minutes," said the captain. "The boats were only just in time. Pull hard, men, or we shall be sucked down." The steamer had been wedged a- gainst the side o fthe rock, the wash of the water gradually heaving her to one side. But for a jagged point of rock at her bows she must have turned over on striking; this rock had kept her up through the night. With the rising sea she was being I time„" Sail the captain. The omen rested on their oar., to take a la. -0 1..01 11011! wreck. ( 1 ,.re, 11 e a out lost 421(1 011: j captain, with a sleep sigh of relief. "You could not have dun,: better," .;ai 1 Mr. F,.r.,iison. f The :sailors fell to their ,awing. It was curious and impressive moving between these walls of rock. It looked scarcely possible that a large ata ager could .pas, between them down this narrow channel. "There are constant changes going on in this ehan'',," said the captain; "the "harts are never right." "How far is it to the place where We can land?" asked Mr. Ferguson. "Five or six miles, sir," said a,sail- or. The men who had brought back the boats had been relieved by four of the sailors from the steamer, and now sat in the sterns directing the lents. "It's a sttepish climb," said one. "We'd some difficulty in getting the ladies up,eh, Bill?" "That's so," said Bill. The boats crept along in the mid- dle of the passage, keeping well a- way from the sides, where the spray was leaping up against the rock. Silence fell even on Pat, who was finding that shipwreck was not at all what he had fancied. Once Pen felt a tear drop upon her hand, but when she asked hint whether he was very role he answered sturdily that he was not crying; it was a drop of sln'ay For an hour and a half they rowed steadily :along, There :appeared no break in the sides of rock. They seemed to spring up from the water's edge to the sky with bare smooth sides. "Here's the place!" said a sailor. There was a little break in the rock,—.so narrow that it required careful steering to get the boats in. (Continued Next Week.) tsr HE Industrial Mortgage and II Savings Oompany, of Sarnia Ontario, are preparedto admin.,' money qr lltortga5r, n good lnmle. Parties devrlpg atm a on farm mortgages will ideas apply to Jame., , 'wan, Sen4orih, Out , who w11 fnriiigh rates end Other pnrllouh,rs. Tho Industrial Mortgage and 8avinge ooropn"y W, J. DOUO/D AUCTIONEER 44 1,4N left s,+11. 111 ,0 „ w,rl, Theo Rlitlor. 1,n,.. . t i 1.id will ,agar,. ,„n L..,.: ,d ▪ • v,,''' rl,i,I •,u•r•, Cana a's Crudest Life Insurance Co, se r m F'4 nr" A11&ur:a nee 0 44.0.8 s 2 "moo tt Co. of Caclad G. W. ABRAHAM i.0+ttriet: l: 'pt eo,'tltative C. C. RAMAGE, D.D.S., L.D.S. BRUSSELS, ONT. Graduate ate Royal Goth ;'e of Dental nr "u ani H',n,, Gradual" Uni- • t.1 r of Toronto. Dentistry in all its b0:anc.ht.,4. Office Over Standard Bank, Phone 200 WM, SPENCE ' Ethel, Ont. Conveyance, Commissioner and C. J. 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