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13y Joseph C. Lincoln
"'Continued from last week.
"Hello, 'Cap'n ;Gal," hailed Jimmie,
"Beat you to i1, idn't 1? Here's
your stuff. • Want me shoulld help
you stow it aboard?"
'Calvin shook his head. "I guess I
can handle it," he said. Then, mind-
fulef his determination not to do any
more forgetting, he added, "I'd rather
you took the time to gip. back by way
of the Neck Road and do an • errand
for me. Gan you?"
Jimmie's grin widened. "Sure
thing," he declared. "Where's the
errand to; up to Myra's?"
Homer's hand was in his pocket
and the package containing the ring
was in the hand. But there it stayed.
He hesitated. '
"Take it just as well as not," urged
Jimmie. "Glad to. Myra ain't to
home now, though; she's up to
school."
The hand was removed from the
pocket -empty. Its owner frowned.
"Wiho said anything about - about
hell" he demanded tartly. Was it
absolutely impossible to keep a secret
in Orhare? .
"Why -why, nobody did, as I kn'oev
of. Only you said' the Neck Road -
and she lives there -and of course -
well everybody says -I just thought
interrupted. "Never mind,"
he snpped. "Let the errand go. You
can help me with these things here.
Whose suit -case is that
But Jimftiie as troubled: "Ain't
read, are you, Cap'n Cal?" he quer-
ied. "I didn't mean nothin'. I was
just -a-"
"Oh, forget it! What is that suit-
case daring here?"
Young Kelly's grin returned.. He
winked, and pointed over his shoul-
der. - •
'It's hers," he said.
"Hers? Whose?"
"Sshh! She'll hear you. She's
right here on the wharf. Gee, she's
a pippin, too! You won't -be mad
when you see her, Cap'n Cal. She's
.oin' down to Setuckit along with you.
Her old man -don't know it; it's his
Christmas surprise."
;Horner stepped forwards and peered
around the corner of the fish -house.
At the further edge of the' wharf ti•
girl was standing. Her back was to-
wards them and she was looking out
over the water. He stepped back a-
gain.
"Who is it?" he Whispered. aim -
ie was eager to supply the informa-
tion.
"It's that-er-what's her name-
armal Bartlett. 'Tain't Normal, but
it's something likelt. Old man Bart-
lett's girl, you know; the one that
'tends libr'y up to. Fairborough. She
carne down -on to -days ,train and
wanted to be took to Setuckit right
ofl'. Nobody didn't know how they
was goin' to get her there, until Mr.
Eldridge .at the store, he recollected
you was up to. town and was goin'
back this afternoon. He . cal'lated
you'd just as 'soon take her down as
not. Old 'Seth Burgess, he was hang -
in' roued as usual, and he says -
e, seid, 'Cal won't mind.tak-
n' her. Judas!' he says, `I'd be wil-
lin' to take her 'most anywheres, my-
self. . . .' And he was dead right
too. Say, she's a peach, Cap'n. Hon-
est .ehe is- Wait till you see her." .
Calvin did n•ot speak. At that MOTO-
nt he was profoundly irritated. In
his present state of mind solitude and
his own thoughts were unpleasant en-
ough, but they were far preferable
to the society of anyone else, least of
all a stranger -and a girl.
Young Kelly chattered on. He was
an impressionable youth, and entausi-
etice.
But Calvin had no moretime to
waste. "Come, pick up some of this
tuffand put a aboard -,".he ordered.
"Pll take the rest. Hurry lip!" •
Jimimie made a grab for the handle
of the suit -case.
"I might's well take this," he said
quickly. "It's handy to lug. Come
on, Cap'n."
The girl turned to meet them as
they came out from, behind the. wagon.
Calvin, although in no moodeto receive
favorable iinpressions, was neverthe-
less willing -to concede that Jimmie's
enthusiasm was not altogether unwar-
ranted. A pair of clear grey eyes, a
provokipg nose, a wide mouth parted
m a smilewhich seemed net at all
forced, and a firm little chin.• She
wore a 'heavy coat of rough clath,
with the collar turned up, and a neat
and becoming turban. Under the ed-
ges -of the .hat and against the, back-
ground of her coat collar her brown
hair woe bunched in rebellious mass
es. She was a good-looking girl -
there was -no doubt of that -not hand-
some and statuesque like Myra Fuller
-no, not at all like Myra. And least
of all like what he had expected Ben-
oni Bartlett's daughter to be., Benoni
had spoken of his daughter, and more
than once, but if he possessed her
photograph, he had never shown it to
his Number OncA man.
She came to meet them, smiling
and unembarrassed.
"I suppose you are Mr. Homer," she
said. "I am Norma BArtlett. How
do you do. . • . .? .0h, please don't
trouble to shake hands -now. Your
hands are full."
• They were, both of them. And Cal-
vin was embarrassed, as he usually
was when meeting strange young wo-
men. He started to put down his load
of boxes and. 'bundles then decided net
to do so, and immediately wished he
had.
"How do ypu do, Miss Bartlett?"
he stamenered, inanely. "I -I--."
'She' saw that he was embarrassed,
and helped him: out.
"You are surprised, of course," she
said. "I don't wonder. But I hope
I am not making you a lot of trou-
ble. I came to spend Christmas week
With fataer. I dititta write I was com-
ing,' for I wanted to aurpriee ban. It
^ et•:ta '
never' occurred to ins that the station
might be such an out-of-the-way place
to get to. When they told Tne you
were going down there I -well -I in-
vited myself. If there isn't room-"
ale assured her there was plenty of
room.
"Get the dunnage aboard, Jim," he
erderedt "We'll have to hustle, with
no more wind than this."
The packages and the suit case Were
stowed in the little cabin of the cat-
boat. Jimmie personally attended to
the stowing of the easel. he refused
any assistance so far as that wae
concerned. He would have helped
Miss Bartlett into the boat, but she
did not appear to need help, catching
a halyard lis,nd leaping lightly • from
the staingpiece to the d.ecleast if she
were used to boats. Horner lingered
a moment before.following hex. Young
Kelley reluotantly 'Clambered up and
stood beside him.
"How about that errand, Cap'n Cal,"
he queried.
Calvin frowned. Then he took the
ring box from. his pocket.
, "Leave this at the Folterrs'," he
said: "Tell Mrs. Pullet it is some-
thing I meant to -well, something I
forgot. Tell her I'll write, �r tele-
phone and exalain."
.Jimmie regarded the little parcel
with -consuming curiosity.
'Tain't for Sarepta, is it?" he
queried. 'Shall I 'say it's fax her?"
"No, no," sharaly. "You tell her
what I told you.eShe'll understand."
Jimmie winked. "Pm on, Cap'n,"
he declared. "I know what to say, I
guess likely. And I guess likely you
clout wait me to say nothin' to Tie -
body else neither. Eh? Ain't that
so?"
iHlorner did not answer. His pas-
senger did not appear to be listening,
but she must have overheard the dia-
logue. Not that that made any dif-
ference, but the whele business was
vexing. He had a feeling that Myra
would not like the idea of his having
forgotten to give her the ring. She
might not like his sending it in this
offhand fashion. He was tempted to
change his mind for the third time
and wait and deliver his gift in per-
son later on. But Jimrnie.'s next re-
mark decided the matter.
• "I understand, Cap'n," he whisper-
ed. "Day after to -morrow's Christ-
mas, eh? I'll fix things all right for
you. I'm used to doin' errands and
things for folks. Why, one time old
man Blodgett give me a •quarter for
takin' a letter to -well, neer 'mind
who twas to. I told him I'd never
tell and I ain't -so far."
It was apparent that he wanted to
tell very much, but he received no en-
couragement. Calvin took a coin from
his pocket -it happened to be a half -
dollar -and gave it to .him.
"There! take that," he commanded.
'And clear out."
He jumped aboard the catboat and
set about hoisting the sail and casting
off. As the boat swung lazily away
fromthe wharf Jimmie called after
hem.
"Merry Christmas, Cap'n," he
shouted. "Merry Christmas, Miss
Bartlett."
• The young lady returned the wish.
She laughed merrily. ,
"He isn't exactly a shy boy, is he?"
she observed.
'Calvin grunted. He was busy with
he wheel and the sheet.
"He talked steadily all: the way to
he wharf," continued the passenger.
'I aSked him one or two questions
and he answered at least twenty. He
ikes you, Mr. Homer. ' He told me
ever so many things about you."
Homer glowered at her. He won-
dered just exactly what had be -en told.
Jimmie Kelley, in his opinion, was al-
together toot wise for his age.
The breeze had freshen -ad -a little
by the time they reached the harbor
entrance, but there was no Promise
of constancy in, it. The fog was
drawing nearer.
Miss Bartlett gazed ahead over the
smooth, oily waves of the bay.
."Wihere, is,it we are going?" she
asked. "Where is Setuckit?"
aHlorrier pointett. "About ten miles
oT yonder," he. replied. "If it was
c ear you could see, the lighthouse
and the tower of the station."
."But you can't see them now. That
is fog ahead, isn't it?"
."Yes. It is coming in fast. It will
be thick enough in half an hour."
"Really?"
"Yes. But there is nothing to wor-
ry about. We'll get there all right,
and before supper, if the wind holds."
"Oh, not worried. I suppose
you will steer by compass when the
fog comes."
"Yes. You're used to i boats, I
euess."
'I ought to be. I lived in Trumet
until) I was fifteen, before I went' a-
way. to school. I was in a boat, or
about boats, a great deal of the time.
I 'love all this -the salt Water and the
sand and the gulls -yes, even the fog.
You don't, I imagine -the fog part,
at least?"
"No. I've seen too much trouble
come from the stuff."
"Of course. Father hates it too. So
do all the men in the life-saving ser-
vice. . . . Tell me a little about
father, Mr. Homer. How is he?"!
"Why'-lhe is all right, I guess. He
is well -or he was this mounting."
'D'o you think' he is quite himself?
Does he seem nervous oT anxious?
Oh, you know what 1 meant! Do*
he eat and sleep as he sheuld?"
"Yes, I should my so. He is -of
course he is neve bo his job there at
Setuckit and new to the station. Nat-
urally, getting used to "things may
worry him a little at first."
"So you think he doee worry? I
was afraid,of it."
"I &nit know tittle he worries any
mere 'than any -other .naian would.'
There is a good deal d eare about
the keeper's job Cap'n
Bartikett has leen througlh a lot lately.
It was enough to upset any Man's
nerves, that CrookedHlilI husinese."
'She shuddered. "I Ititaw," she said
"'It was terrible-teTrible! I knew al
the men who' were drowned. Same of
then; I had 'known since I was a baby.
I went down there, you see, just after
It happened, 'and stayed with father
until he was well enough for me to
'leave. I was there when they picked
up the bodies, and I met some of the
`widows and- But I don't want to
talk about that. I won't I dream a-
bout it even now. I must get it out
taf•'Inty Tnind'."
She paused. Homer 'remembered
her father's confession concerning his
own dreams:.
"You said something about upset
nerves," she went en. "Do you mean
you think father's nerves are upset?''
"Why -why, no, not especially. I
mean -I Meant it wouldn't be sur,pris-
ing if they were."
"Pmafraid' his are. MT. Homer, I
suppose you think my father is a very
odd- man. You do think that, don't
yoUr
It,was not at all the question he ex-
pected and he was not ready with an
answer. She noticed his 'hesitancy
and drew her own conclusions. Her
tone changed.
"I an see you do," she :said quick-
ly. "Mast people do. They don't
know ' him, that's all. There is- no
better man in thiseworld than my
father."
"Why -why, I don't d'eubt it, Miss
Bartlett. I didn't say-"
"It doesn't make any difference
what. anyone says. I knew him -and
they don't, that's all. He is very re-
ligious, and that is unusual, goodness
knows, in the life-saving service; and
those that don't understand him call
him a crank, behind his back. They
never ' call him one before his face-
ar mine," with a defiant toss of her
head.
Homer had -in thought at least -
more than once called alis new keeper
a "crank." He did not know what to
say.
"How is he getting ,on with his
work?" she persisted. "Do the men
like him?" -
He -re was another embarrassing
question.
"Why -way, yea, sure,' he answer-
ed, with almost too much emphasis.
"He's doing first-rate. We haven't
had but one call since he has been
there. 'That was a lumber 'schooner
aground on the Hog's Back and he
got her off in no time. I never saw
a job handled better. Didn't he write
you about that?"
"Yes," she turned and looked at
hint and again her expression .had
changed. "He writes me, every day,"
she said. "Sometimes I don't get the
letters for -three .or four days,,, but
thee I get therm. together. He writes
me everything. He has written me
often about you."
"Oh -bas he?"
"Yes. He says you are as 'depend-
able a mate as he ever signed with.
That is a. good deal for father to say.
You ought to be proud, Mr. Homer."
He did not feel particularly proud.
He was rather glad to know that Bart-
lett had seen fit to praise 'him in those
letters. And undeniably thankful
that, in his own conversations with
Kellogg an the men, whileathey had
hinted and criticized, he had said
nothipa It made aim feel less like
a hypecrite.. A girl as straightfor-
ward and outspoken as this one seem-
ed to be would have little use for hy-
pocrites. Not that her opinion was
of great importance to him, but his
own was:
"Father says you obey orders and
ha thinks he can trust you," elle went
on. "Loyalty is a strong point in his
religion. IHe is a crank on that, if
you want to call' him so. So am 1,
for that matter."
Calvin murmured that loyalty was
a fine thing. _Be was thinking of
Myra Fuller and' the efter-dinner
scene in the sitting -room.
"The fog is ;almost on tint of us
now," he .obseryed.
But she Would not look at the fog.
"I want to ask you a little More about
father," she eaid. "I may not have as
good a chance as this a:gain. Mr.
Homer, please tell me the exact truth;
do you think ale taking this place at
Setuckit was a mistake?"
This girl should be a lawyer. She
certainly had a talent for cross-ex-
amin.ation.
"Why -1 don't know what you
mean," he said..
"I mean just that. Do you think it
would be better -for him -if • he had
not accepted the appointment?"
"Wlhy shouldn't he accept it? He
wanted it, didn't he?"
"He didn't .apply fax it. Of course
you know that. taw* offered to him
and I think no one was more surpris-
ed than he when the offer was made.
And he wasn't sure that he ought to
take it. Neither was 1.7
This statement was surprising,
Calvin looked at her.
alte told me -yes, and he told the
men -that he took the plaee on your
account," he said bluntly. "He said
you wanted him to do it."
She was troualed. "Did he sa
that ?" she asked. "I'm sorry. And
yet it istrue, in a way. , If I had
said no, he would have refused. He
would do anything to please me. But
of course I wouldn't say it. He had
been in the service for years and it
was time he got some recognition.
And he certainly deserved the depoint-
ment-oT anything they could de for
him. Didn't he?"
"Why -why, yes."
'What makes you say it that way?
Den't you know :he deserved it? Can
you think taf..anyone who should have
had it rather than he?"
He could, but he could not tell her
so. And he was 'growing tired of the
witness; stand. •
"Look- here,Miss Bartletta° he Said
In geedenetuaed desperatiette "I don't
just see what you are Tiling to get
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"I leg you pardon, You and I lwie
pot known each Other bat a feiv .miat
atas and L have been sooldiag at you
like a Acheohna'am. 1 an Bare you
must think that, no matter whether
father is a crank tte not, 0100 iset
bit of doubt .about :his daughter. You.
eee, I am very anxious about him.
That is Whet I meant by a mistake.
I ren, a•suppose, in a way responsible
for his staying on in the service and
taking those new eares. Perhaps he'
shoeldn't have done it. • Perhaps
should have insisted -on him getting a-
way from the Cape land tbel tsea
and .everything connected ..with :them.
It might have been better for his
health -and happiness. That is why
I flew at you so. I have been flying
at myself in just the same way. It
is my oonscience. Don't you wish
*metier* you didn't have any -any
coriadence, I mean?"
Here was something to be answer-
ed without the least equarocatien.
"You bet!". he exclaimed devoutly.
She laughed again. "And now I'll
try to behave," she 'deolarea. "Oh,
my; here is the fog.".
'It was -.plenty of it. It dropped up-
on them like a blanket, but with none'
of 'the ,blanket's warmth. Heavy, wet
and raw it swept over the boat and
the sea. The moment before ail astern
had been pleasant and, for the season,
almost warm. Now there was nothing
-eastern, ahead, and at the sides -
nothing. ,They were cut off from tte
rest of creation, Wrapped in a salty,
soggy stillness. And the raw chill pen-
etrated through wraps and under-
clothing to the skin. Fog at any time
is likely to be cold, but this was a
December fog.
Miss Bartlett buttdned her coat and
drew the collar more closely about
her face. Homer was looking up at
the sail. There were flabby bulges in
its surfaces.
"Is anything wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing but the wl'nd. And the
only thing wrong with that is that
there isn't any worth talking about.
It'sJ next door to a flat calm."
. "You'll have to use the ' compass
now, won't you?"
"Yes. The compass box is in the
cabin, I suppose. Could you take this
wheel just a minute?"
She took His place beside the wheel.
There was no hesitancy in her man-
ner.
"It seems like old times,". she said.
"I used to love to steer."
He disappeared in the cabin, the in-
terior of which was .a conglomerate
of ,oilskihs, rubber boots, nautical odds
and ends, semi -darkness, bad air and
odours. She heard him rummaging.
"Have you found it?" she Asked.
"Not yet. I've found about every-
thing else. Phew! Smells like a cod-
fish. graveyard. Here! here's some-
thing or you."
• His ' head and shoulders appeared
through the hatchway and he tossed a
stained and crumpled oilskin "slicker"
in her, direction.
"Put that on over your other things,
he said. "That is, if you don't mind
fish scales. There's nothing like oil -
clothes for keeping out cold."
She donned the slicked. It engulfed
her from ears to toes. She was oblig-
ed to turn back several inches of
sleetes in order to free her hands.
"Now I do feel like a sailor," she
eennnunced. '
"Might as well make a clean job of
it. Better give me your hat. The fog
will turn it into a dish -rag in no
tinio."
"Never mind. It isn't a new one -
not very."
"No use spoiling it. There's 'half
a barrel of sou'westers down her,
more or less. Try that one."
He threw out an ancient sou'west-
er, creased ane sticky, and, like every-
thing else aboard Mr. Jarvis's' boat,
decidedly odoriferous. He watched as
she, in seamanlike fashion, steadied
the wheel with her body, and then us-
ed both hands to remove her hat. She
caught his look and laughed.
"I know I'm a sight," she said, the
eternal feminine prompting the etern-
al observation. "But 1 don't care. This
is fun."
He could have told her what sort
of sight she was, hare -headed and
laughing. against the grey back-
ground. But complimenting young lad-
es was not one of his acamiplish-
inents. And the thought was but mo-
mentary and casual. What did cross
his mind, as it had crossed it more
than once before during their very
htief acquaintance, was the incredu-
lity of the fact that the grumpy,
rough old fanatic who commanded at
Setuckit should, have a daughter like
.this. Benoni had said she was like
her mother. It meat be true -certain-
ly she was not like him.
She pulled the sou'wester down up-
on her head and buttoned it beneath
her chin.
"There!" she exelaimed, leaningfor-
ward to hand him the discarded hat.
"Now I'm ready for anything. But
how about you? Are there more
things like these in that place?"
Enough to fit out a Banks schoon-
er -if "the hands werefrt particular.
There is everything here exdept mon-
ey -and that compass. I havena found
that yet."
Nor did he find it. Ten minutes of
rummaging and overhauling the con-
tents of that cabin resulted ;oply in
absolute proof that the compass was
not there.
"By George!" he exclaimed emerg-
ing. "I remember now. Philander said
that he had got to make himself a
new compass box. Said it last week.
bet he took the old. one, oompass
and all, ashore with him and it's in
his shanty now. . . . Humph!"
"Then you can't tell how to steer,
can you?"
"Not very well, so long as this fog
heals. . . . Oh, we'll be all right.
There is nothing to be frightened a-
bout."
"I'rn not frightened." Indeed she did
not look as if she were. He struggled?
into another of the Jarvis slickers
and, after several trials, found a sou%
wester; which fitted well enough.
"I'll take the helm now," he said.
"Do you want to? I don't mind
eteming, if you have anything else to
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t-eatitilette
Teed 1
ft n'fstae*OkT
,
e1T7hbfkotee
oreis of yosidet.""; he ex9Wereilt 4'TA.!k
big on&astoM,•is nt Or1143;11..ThOW.;
hear that? That's the one we want to
head: for, if . we • an. It' e a aetaelea;
light, a couple of miles. that Side .of.Y..
the station. Two long toots and then
a start. Get, at?"
She listened, "I think 1 do," eatt
said, doubtfulty, "but theere atarataa
mixed up. There is hardly any weed.
now. Hlow far away is';Setuckit?"
"About fite-no, about .six
"It will take us a long time to get
there at this rate."
"Take for ever if we do get a
breeze. .• . But don't worry. There
isn't any danger." '
• "I'm not worried 'about that," scorn-
fully. "Pra.pot a land -lubber. But
know you feel you might to' be there.'
.suppose they know were on the way
-know you are, at any rate. They
must have seen usthrough the glass
before the fog came, don't yen'think."
iHe smiled. "Yot de know the ropes,
don't, trot ?"..he 'obeerved..
"I..ought to. looked through the
Crooked Hill glass ever so many times.
It was a real treat I used to tease
for when I was.alittle girl. Ohl" sud-
denly.. "You don't suppose they saw
ree, d6 you? If father knew I was
corning it would spoil the surprise.
And he might worry."
"Nobody down there knows you but
Cap'n Bartleet, And the fog hit Set-
uckit long. b.efore, it did- us. No, they
may have seen the .boat, but they
couldn't tell who was aboard of her.
one thing we've got to look out dote
and I hat is not to get agreund. Theta
isn't too much water around here. If
you don't mind hanging, on to that
wheel I'll go for'ard and watch for
shoals. Every chance you get keep her
in towards that foghorn."
He 'eft her and going forward. stool
there, in the little space between the.
heat and the catboat's bow, tterieg
into feg, or, stooping, triel to see
the sand n. weeds on the boteete.
easy enough in ' the sunshine, was
actically impossible now. An hour
hour passed. The breeze was as light
as ever,
Once she called to him. "Do you
think that foghorn sound's any near-
er?" she asked.
"Precious little. The tide is setting
cut and it may have carried us fur-
ther out into the bay."
At last he gave up his task as look-
out and came; aft again.
"This is; too bade Miss Bartlett," he
deciared. '"It looks as if we might
here all night. It is half -past four and
getting dark already. Are you froz-
en'?"
Her laugh was reassuring. "Froz-
en!" she repeated. "With these things
on? I'rn roasted -or boiled. A roast
doesn't drip. Look at me."
The fog • hanging in drops, on her
sou'wester and slicker astd her cheeks
were beaded with it. lie knew she
must be uncomfortable, because -
toughened by experienceas he was -
he was chilled. And even as she spoke
he saw her shiver.
• "Here!" he exclaimed. "This won't
do. We've got to get ashore some-
how."
"I don't mind, except on your ac-
count. I'm having a real adventure.
This is .a change from handing out
books in the Fairborough library. But
I know you feel you should be back
on duty. If the Setuatit people saw
us don't you suppose they night 'send-
s boat . . .? Oh, I beg pardon!
That was a land-lubbees question,
wasn't it?"
He grinned. "If they sent a boat
for me,' he said, "in Orham Bay, in
a flat calm -well, I'd jump overboard
when I saw it coming. It would be
better than waiting to hear what the
men said when they got here. If
Cap'n Bartlett knew you were aboard
he might send for you, but not for
hie Number One man, Well, hardly."
"Of course. It was stupid of me.
When I was ten or twelve I knew bet-
ter than to dream such a thing. So
we'll just keep' on waiting and hoping
for less fog and more wind. We ought
to *fristle for a breeze, hadn't we?
wonder if I valid whistle. I used to."
She tried and succeeded remarkab-
ly well. The effort ,too, was becoming
particularly when the whistle ,chang-
ed to a; laugh.
."I was thinking how father used to
scold me for whistling," she said. "He
was for ever quoting the proverb a-
bout' 'whistling ;girls and crowing
hens.' Mr. Homeri you brought him
down to Setuckiton his first trip,
didn't you? I remember now, he wrote
me you did. And now you are bring-
ing me. That's an is
coincidence.
Father will say it is the workings of
Providetice. He sees special acts of
Providence in everything. But he
means it; he is absolutely sincere,"
she added, loyally.
'Calvin sniffed. "If it is Providence
that got us into this scrape, it must
have a grudge against me," he vowed.
Then, realizing that the speech was
not altogether gracious, he added-, "Of
course I don't mean that I wasn't
glad to bring you down, Miss Bart-
lett. But I don't see how sticking- as
out here in a fog is going to help
anythingmuch Do you?" •
"Well, it makes us better acquairit-
ed."
"Yes. Yes, I---"
He could not the* of anything to
acid to the 'affirmative. And she did
not wait for more. She changed the
subject.
"I know what is the matter with
true," she exclaimed. "I'm actually
hungry. And it isn't five o'clock. It
must be the see air. ashamed of
myself."
iHe looked at her. "Where did you
get your dinner?" he asked.
She -hesitated. "Ole that was all
right," she replied hurriedly. "My
dinner was all right."'
"Did; you have any?",
She colored slightly'."Well, no, I
didn't," she confessed, After a Mom-
ent. "But that doesn't make any' dit-
5
So•
k,
Pr'
faience. tej 4).tte4,
know I Abell eat leo Maett
e
Iwihttsy,,gavvelia%e
.Y.itt'sealte;;,
He had been wittingez0,Setatir ,
box. Now he rose, lerasW P44.4,,Nd„.„
deberminat.,‘Mt.' ••••
"There's little, more treOZ" lae
announced. "We're going ash:area':
"You mean we can get to';Setnekr^
it?"
"I don't know 'about thata-bew soon
well get to the station; but; *etre
going ashore as straielit es we can
and without any mare fagling,"
He ;int the wheel over did the sag
swung lazily across.
"Here, Miss Bartlett," he ordered,'
eyou take the helm and keepher just
as she is. I'm .going forward again." •
For another twenty minuite:s
peered ever the leo*. Thee he earrne
back.
"P11 take her now," he saki..."And
would you mind going up there and
keeping a look -out a, We ought tie be
getting in close by this time and I
don't want to run on a flat. If you
see anything either ahead or undee-
neath, sing (tut."
She obeyed. "It seems to me that
big foghorn sounds nearer than it
did," she said, pausing a moment and
listening.
"It ught to. We must be pretty
close to the beach."
"But I don't see how you can tell
where the beach -or anything else -
is now."
"It's all beach -miles of it -on this
side. We'll hit it somewhere."
. "And then? When do we hir it?"
"Then we'll anchor this craft and
go ashore. Uhless I'm completely
turned around we can't be fax from
Halfway Point, and there are some
shanties theta. •Sombeody lives in one,
of 'em -en old fellow named Myrick.
He'll give us a cup of coffee and may-
be something more substantiaL Af-
ter that --well, we'll see."
"Mr. Homer, you're not doing this
just because I was- silly enough not
to eat any lunch?"
His answer was emphatic. "I'm do-
tinhgingi.tr," he declared:, "becasese Fm
sick of roosting out here ire this ice
chest. Keep a sharp look-ou•61, and be
sure and -sing out if you *e any..
(Continued next week.)
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LONDON AND VVINGHAM
South.
Wingbam •
Belgrave
Blyth
Londesboro
Clinton
Brucefield
Kippen
Hensall
Exeter
North.
Exeter
Hensall
Kippen
Brucefield
Clinton
Londesboro
Blyth
Belgrave
Wingham
C. N. R.
East.
Goderich
Holmesville
Clinton . •
Seaforth
St. Columban
Dublin
West. •
Dublin
St. Columban
Seaforth
Clinton ..
Holmesville
Goderich
a.m.
6.35
6.50
6.58
'7.12
7.18
7.23
p.m.
2.05
2.22
2.33
2.40
3.08
3.26
3.33
8.39
3.53
1
10.59
11.12
11.18
11.27
11.58
12.18
12.23
12.33
12.4a
p.m.
2.40 ,
2.56 -
3.06.
3.21
3.27
3.32
11.24 9.17
11.29
11.40 9.30
11.55 9.44
12.05 9.53
12.20 10.10
C. P. R. TIME TABLE •
East.
Goderieh
Menset
McGaw •
Auburn • OOOOO •,
Blyth •
Walton
McNaught
Toronto
West.,
Toronto .,....
MeNatight •
Walton •
Blyth
Auburn
MeGays
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a.tn.
5.50
5.55
6.04
6.11
6.25
6.40
6.52
10.25
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