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Copyright by: the Museo 'Book Company ; Shor 3 | fuutring Ts up the 'main- How the Story Started. wErank Westhaver, known _ 88 Shorty," lives at Long Cove on Bay of Fundy coast with his mother his uncle, Captain J. pad his Shum Lemuel le of rum, whereupon uncle tells him the story of his nie athe er's fondness for drink and how the "Grace Westhaver" went down off nk 8 ing dri drink 3 Sable Island with ten of her crew an her skipper. This has the dt fect upon Frank. He finishes school with credit to himself and spends the summer as an apprentice to "Long Dick" Jennings. In August his oi takes him on a fishing trip ds 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. The two boys try their hand at dory fishing with success. A storm bursts with sudden fury. Frank's presence of mind saved the vessel from col lision with a steamer, twenty-one and Jules nineteen, they éngage 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, On the return trip Capt. Watson dies and Frank steers the ves- sel into Boston harbor through a heavy sea. CHAPTER EIGHT--(Cont'd.) Standing upon bags and scattered ashes from the galley stove, watch and watch pounded the brittle film away with hammer, axe, and iron be- laying pin, while Shorty hung to the wheel, coaxing the wallowing schoon- er through the seas--leaving it but to warm his chilled blood with scald- ing tea or coffee. The red flash of Eastern Point blinked at them in the small hours of the morning, and it had scarce been blotted out in the whirling snow be- fore the schooner was struck by a sea which boarded the whole Tot of her. Men were catapulted out of their bunks clean across the fo'c'sle; the stoves scattered their glowing embers into the gloom, and everything fetched adrift and drove to leeward. Then came the sea--frigid, hissing brine which streamed down the half- opened slides, skylights and ventila- tors, and, swashing around the stoves, enveloped them in steam. The lamps flickered and went out, while. men struggled and cursed in wild, mean- ingless oaths as they extricated them- selves from the tangle splashing around to leeward. The slides were hauled back. "All right below thar'?" came a muffled hail above the roar of the wind and sea. "All right be damned!" was the in- variable answer fore and aft. "Blame' near drowned. Cook's knocked stiff by nd Mii Clark, He boy nodded sympa: 'When Frank is| °eTh. £4 ily at sea-- seactired 11" And the to , sun and wind bronzed trawle their requ om, or hez shot CHAPTER NINE. ih bo the: : fri office, ie the 3 Tom 1 . iver fom port" Bay, te | Goa he good to him oie probes the Inquisition: 1 read Frank Westhaver, clean-shaved and Jud ud ha' bin fer® euttin® that Guz- rigged out in his shore clothes, was man feller inter trawl bait ef he wa, sitting in the waiting-room at the hos- ha' laid hands on him An' 'Treasure pital, for a few minutes, call Carrie Dexter from the dormitory. "Oh, Frank," she cried as she burst: anxiously into the room; "how are| you? awful experience you had?" And she the hosrital--Charles Garvice, scrutinized his face with eyes of con- " Why, rophon ""but how did you git to know that we hed any experiences? Tve never said nawthin'--" Mise Dexter's blue eyes opened wide. "Haven't you seen the 'paper to-night? Oh, Frank, but you" ve got me into a mess with the girls-- Here, wait and I'll bring the 'Post' to you. ig She was back in a few seconds, and, handing the paper to him, he read: AWFUL VOYAGE OF GEORGES FISHERMEN Captain of Schooner Dies at Sea-- Vessel Brought Into Port by One of the Crew After Terrible Winter Trip--Iced Up in North-West Gale. The Boston fishing schooner Fannie B. Carson arrived at T Wharf yester- day with her flag at half-mast for her master, Captain Thomas Watson of Essex. The captain burst a blood- vessel while the schooner was upon Georges Bank, and succumbed while handing the care of the Carson over to Francis Westhaver--a young Nova The matron had spoken to him Island and had retired to men great stories, an' all about I'm fine an' fit, Carrie," he who end up by Tarying. ords and! Scotian who was one of the crew. Westhaver, who is 'a mere boy, brought the schooner in from the | gurry an' bilge----" | Banks to Boston during the heavy| north-west gale which raged "here Wednesday and Thursday, and it was evident from her ice-coated decks and sails that the young fisherman and his crew had a hand time. When Interviewed by our reporter, 's. crew told tales of ie Sieh while on the passage to this port. .For fifty hours. they fought ng bitter cold and gavage Snow squalls pounding off ice continually the whole time. In the height of the gale the schoon- er's jib was blown away, and at one time she was hove on 'her beam endd by a terrific sea which caused havoe in the cabin and forecastle, The body a bar'l hitting him, an' every blame one of us was hove out our bunks. What a gory mess!" Westhaver was now at the wheel-- it was another man who had allowed her to be knocked down--and he shouted down the cabin gangway.| "Open th' door--skipper"s berth---sée how he is!" A_ ghastly face peered above the slide. "He's fetched adrift in his berth--awshin'. round in water-- gang says you'd better eome down-- scared stiff!" "Qh, Sabot! Take her for a ment!" And Jules grasped the while Westhaver entered the deluged cabin and lifted the heavy body of the dead skipper from out of the water, boots, caps, charts, and buckets sluicing around the lee side of the place. "Come on here, bear a hand, blast you!" he snarled at the frightened mob huddling as far aft as they could get. "D'ye think I kin handle him alone? Come here, Simms, an' help me lash him into his bunk." And with the perspiration pouring off his face! with the ardor of his gruesome bask, Shorty lifted the corpse reverently back and shored it fast with pillows and lashings a and when morning broke, 'bitter cold | but clear, they were sliding in past | the Bug Light, while the crews of the! barges and anchored 'coasters turned out to stare at the iced-up fisherman coming in from outside. "Th' flag," croaked Westhaver dully. "H'ist it--half-mast!" And when the tug ranged alongside them off the 3 , the curious crowd of fishermen god spectators wondered whom it was When they passed their lines Sore and let the sails drop in stiff, manageable sheets, Westhaver | left the wheel and turned to meet the min Jumping ghoty for news. They press-| ti' C him-_reporbers. wi th note- of the d was . thrown| out of the bunk in which it was lying) and the cook was knocked unconscious by being struck by a flour" barrel which was hurled at him by the impact of the sea. ~Westhater; who. retiained on. deck at the wheel the whole trip from Georges, is a Nova Scotian hailing from Long , Cove, NE. and is but twenty-two years of agi The Carson hailed for a fare of 78,000. pounds of mixed fish, haddock, hake, and cod, 'and was an "unlooked- for yet welcome arrival owing to the es | scarcity of fresh ground-fish, Frank laid the paper dawn with a grunt of disapproval, "Huh!" he said. "Wonder who they got all ne yarn from--- Carrie sat down in the chair be- side him. "Oh, Frank," she lamented. "That isn't the worst----!" "How's that, sweetheart?" queried Frank in surprise. | "The girls here--the newspaper, you know. It has given me away. he' girls saw the account and they've been jollying me about my' Captain West- wer all day long. T'll'never be able 'to look them in the face again." The young fishermen laughed. Waal, Carrie, that's what ye git for in'--they allus hit back some time | oF other." The girl pouted indignantly "I wasn't lying," she protested. "I was only doing it for your sake and you don't seem to appreciate it." "My dear girl" hastily Frank, "I--I appreciate it: TH but still I'd rather you hadn't cal me Captain before those people. might get around, Eu ra "be hd laughin'-stock o' Carrie drew on. Roy phage dg Fo hii) 5 oves. -¢ - "Well, i make my! get a vessel, 3 730 1 will, giclie. I'm gop to ash, ' Carson's for her to-mor Fag! ye remember that? Fifteen | a dead rT Lo: n Sliver, an' ol' Pew, an' Isra Carrie nodded. "But, Frank, you] How do you feel after the ghould see the dandy books we get at! ertha | Sheldon--. oor girs M. Ciay, an' Mrs. Georgie d read some! a e for a millionaires. You cf them. They are you can get a whole pi "most" anywhere----"' "Um!" Shorty had run across a few kicking around in 'fishermen's lar bums, and they had not impressed him. But he was no judge, and what suited him wouldn't suit everybody. "Yes, I callate they'll be good for them" that likes them. Slush: an' too much hem, for "Oh, Frank," interrupted the girl. "How can you say that! I'm sure they're simply splendid. The heroine, always rises above hei station and marries someone grea "Why sh'd she want t' do that?" asked Frank, who had an Intuitive feeling that Miss Dexter's nature pan- dered a little to romances of this type "Why don't they ever hitch up with some honest feller what earns a good living ? Lords ar' millionaires ain't everything." Then jocularly he con- tinued, "Why, Carrie, ye'll be throwin' me over count o' bein' nawthin' but a common trawler what spends hal? his time in ilegkins an' rubber boots, yarns i eat--- The allusion did not plezge Carrie, although she Sushed nervously and answered chidi "How can you talk that way? LA, not going to be a common trawler all your life, hope. You'll be captain En it seems to me that captain of a fish- ing schooner isn't m of a position after all----" "How d'ye mean, Fairlie?" (To be continued.) " Pat and the Parrot. Pat 'was visiting the house of a friend who was the proud owner of a parrot. Pat had neveriseen a parrot before, "Halloa!" exclafined: the bird, as the visitor walked past the cage. Pat turned in amazement, and, after staring at the parrot. for. a moment, raised ids cap in salute. Yi "Good. morning to yez" he politely: was a bur rd!" RA A... During a thunderstorm the safest! place to be in is a train, with bed as a good second, Uinard's Liniment for Dandrufl. awe sald; "Sure; af first I though yes |: dependable as the ti tom of locating i pe or dark: string ness- by sounding bottom. With the! two methods to check against each | other, the mariner should be able to} navigate g through difficult and around unseen islands and. projecting points of land. The saflors' dream for centuries has been of some | magic vision which would permit him to see through fog, and while actual sight is not yet available, this "second | P sight" promise to be hardly less im- | portant and serviceable. More and more the sallor's life comes to be one of safety compared to that of the landsman who must cross streets where automobiles are passing. What will be the next surprise of this astounding radio? We have already had so many evi dences of things accomplished which were previously "known" to be impos- sible, that should Marconi or one of his thousands of disciples succeed in com- ;{ municating with Mars or other planets I fear we would not be half properly shocked with that surprise and unbe- lief 'which such an event really de- LBerves. rset Plants That Shine in the Night. There are a number of plants and flowers which give out a phosphores- cent light in the dark. Linnaeus first noticed this phenomen in the common nusturtium, whose flowers seemed to a glass' 'baking dish, a beans, a layer of carrots, then a layer asparagus. Pour over sauce made from the milk, flour and butter, with the addition of season- ings. 'Cover with buttered crumbs and; place in the oven to brown. Serve from the baking dish.. The contrast in' 'colors of the various layers of vege-| tables seen through the glass con- tainer, makes a delightfully decorative dish. Dregsed-up beets--% c. sugar, % tbsp. cornstarch, % c¢. vinegar, 2 'c. cooked beets, 2 thsp. butter. Mix sugar and cornstarch, add vinegar, the 'boil five minutes. Pour 'over beets which have been cut in thin sliges,! cubes or fancy shapes. Cook on the back of the stove one-half hour. Add butter just before serving. f Cabbage with cheese sauce--1 hard the head cabbage, 2 ¢. milk, 2 thsp. flour,' 4 thsp. butter, % c. grated cheese, salt and paprika, parsley, Take off out- side leaves of cabbage, soak in cold water (head down) for helf an hour.' Cook the whole head in a large am- ount of boiling water in: uncovered kettle. Forty-five minutes to one hour will be required for Jor Cocking; de- pending upon gize_ of head. Make a sauce of scalded milk, flour,' butter, seasonings and grated cheese.! Ri bbage from water in" him to have a faint irrid at night. Later observations by others showed: that the light was, stronger af: ter very sunny'days. = Among other plants which possess this singular pro- perty are the mursh lily and the flax- inella, "The last named sécretes a vo= latile oil which oozes out ir hotiweaths er; spreads over a thin layer over the flowers, and forms 8 vapor wihch be. comes luminous in tho darkness. In the coal mines near Dresden Eh a species. of fungus which exhibits the ajubatanse ot shifting colors, # "Bold Suitor--"What wotlld you doit 1 kissed you?" ' Electrician's. daughter--I would use. one hand for insulation and with the other I would create a short-circuit by a - quick connection against your cheek." ' : mm : g m---- which it was.cooked. Place on a large round plate or platter and, using thin, ¥°8 sharp knife, cut in quarters or gighths,: leaving the parts connected at. stem eng, to 'hold: together. Spread, TOTS the sections apart at the top. Pour leaves and stalk from one large head of cauliflower and soak down in cold, slightly salted water for one »| hour. Place in kettle of boiling salted "| water and cook thirty minutes. Some-| & i Briones 0 Sg it ds necessary--to-tie 'a square of «cheese | cloth over head. Place the whole cooked cauliffower in a shallow baking dish, sprinkle with grated cheese and buttered crumbs, and brown in oven. Remove from oven, pour two cups white sauce over caulifiower and serve at table from baking dish. Ep 3 ek «12 eggs, 2 ths, melted butter, milk do, Ye2 , salt and pepper. Select large smooth 'peppers, cut a round opening in stem' end, remove seeds and oy fl soaks 'i cold water halt Lah hour. left-over rte slightly feed crumba. eggs, Butjer. milk to form a soft meist | ture and seasoning. Some tastes 5 of herbs or minced on, Place in baking dish and bake moderately hot oven forty minutes, | i or until the peppers are tender; serve from baking dish or viatter, Cac [ they all gathered | breathlessly | There are many reasons '| blood pressure heed came that day and the The. § next and the next, for the illness was{ Pneumonia, and it was a matter of 1143 " and death. Then came the night whe. in her room and prayerfully wa the still os 'on the bed. Wakchod to be so ill as that! He to Molly; his face was white with anxiety; "they can do no goodf here." Molly obediently led the children to ir own rooms. "Will mother live?" little Alice asked as Molly unbuttoned her gingham frock and took off her hair ribbons, "I hope and pray so, dear," Molly, replied with quivering lips. When the . children were tucked away she went back to the sick room again and sat by the bed. At quarter past three in the morn- 5 ing the doctor turned to het. "She's | going to live," he said in a low voice. { "She has reached the crisis and pass it. I wanted to be sure before I Molly bowed her head and whisper-. ood a little prayer; father's. pale lips moved gin Then Molly slipped noise- When the doctor came downstairs the first gray streaks of dawn were « visible in the east. The doctor stumbled a little; he had had little sleep for several nights. How tired he was}, As he reached for 'his hat he caugt glimpse of the dining room 1; the fa she was neatly spread, and Molly coming in with a of Watilos, How fragrant 18 Re have been just Molly's age, haps she ortit have made "You ought may endure | Joy cometh in the morn- g'. "The doctor nodded. "We have only one Mother," he said soberly. , Saxony, Dr. Metzger, celebrated seve ¥ 'nad through the ; This thumb stands out at a right ; {from is hand and, At is sal , cannot