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[Copyright by the Musson Book Company] 2 CHAPTER ONE: jouths'and levelled them at the to The broad waters of the Bay of head of the Widow Westhaver's kid. Fundy chimmered as a vast steel-blue, Eyen the parson wasn't spared, and expance in the glare of the hot June' Many a time the yworthy cleric was sun and merged into the azure of the! disturbed in his studies by the shouts cloudless 'sky with "but a streak ofiof an enthusiastic crowd of Long Cove faint mistiness- at the 'horizon. ~Ap-|¥ouugsters applauding the equestrian parently oblivious. of the heat and the ability of Shorty as he -careered exertion, two barefooted boys ran around the field as a cowboy on the down the 'dusty Bay Shore road and bare back of the clergyman's old threw themselves 'upon a patch of horse. Tom Crosby, a cranky, cross- bush-sheded grass fringing the highs | grained old fisherman, and the terror way. The older of the pair, a stocky, of the Long Cove boys, once fell foul sandy-haired youngster endowed with of Shorty and next day found his dory all the 'aggressive cogksure manner|gone from the 'beach which goes with twelve years of earth- bottom-up in the mill dam a ly. existence, was ithe first to speak, [or a mile away. How the youngster "Get the pipe, Lem?" got it up there is a mystery to this "Yep!" replied' the younger boy,! day, but sone folks say thet Capbain wiping his face with the sleeve of his, Crawford's yoke of oxén had been pur- "blouse. : { loined for the purpose. & "Here's th' terbacker." Gimme a! But in all the boy's tricks and es-! knife an' I'll cut it up," !capades there was nothing spiteful or Lem fished in his nocket and handed vicious. The inhabitants of the tiny over the article called for. { Nova Scotian settlement characterized "Cal'late that's good American him gs being "sassy an' bold," and plug," 'he remarked, teparding his liked him in spite of his impish 'qual~ chum's awkward efforts to slice the ities, while the -school-teacher; to! hard cake of Mayo's with anrexpectant whom he was a sharp thorn, regard eye. "Whar did yet git it, Shorty?" him as one of her most promisi The stocky youngster closed a keen! purils--when he attended school and) grey eye and answered gravely,|itisuited him to be so--and at times | "Found it----" | her most incorsigible and unruly, He: "Where?" iwas truthful and plainspoken to a "In my Uucle Jerry's coat pocket." truly remarkable degree--fraits which "That's stealin', Shorty!" murmur. redeemed many of his mischievous ed the other, with an ominous shake pranks--and being fearless, gna. of his tousled' head. | cious, and determined, Master Francis "No 'tain't! Leastways not from James Westhaver, at the tender age; Unclé Jerry," asserted Shorty in ex- of twelve years, had gained a repuba- tenuation, "Fair exchange. ain't no tion. | robbery. Uncle Jerry took my pistol: He wasn't a big boy for his Se, an' ca'tridges away from 'me las' time being short and stocky, but when he { he wes to home, It cost me a dollar, hud his tousled sandy hair brushed; an' 1 cal'late I'm due a good many and his clean Sunday collar and suit! plugs o' terbacker for that weppin. on he looked a fine, smart little fel-| He took my pistol away 'thout askin' low. 'Round-faced, eyes of clear, cool! me, an' I'm jest takin' his terbacker grey with just a hint of blue in them 'thout askin' him. Gimme th' pipe end freckled as all fair-skinned boys nmow; I got a fill cut up." | are, men maid the youngster was the, The pipe--a dirty malodorous clay "dead spit" of Captain Frank West-! of the commonest variety--was pro- haver, drowred these fen years in the! duced reverently by Lem, and his com- chill waters off Sable Island Bar. "An'| panion fingered the blackenad article he's like the ol' mun in every way"; with the appreciation of a would-be they said. "Reg'lar devil he was with, connoisseur, "Good pipe that," he re- his tricks @n' games. Atlus jokin an'| marked after a critical examination. | stringin' a man, but wu great favorite "Colored 'up dandy." Does she draw with th' gangs what shipped with him, | well 7" ; lan' even his last crowd 'ud forgive! "Yep!" answered Lem. "I tried her him for what he done. Let's hope th' out two days ago with some tea. Tea young 'un don't imitate his father in makes. good smokin', but pow'ful that respect." . Whatever men said of strong. Here's a match, You kin try the boy's father, they never clearly' her out first--" elucidated the veiled hope which in-! Shorty made a negative gesture. variably ended their remarks. What! "No, Lem. T ain't no hog. : You kin'it was; many men knew: the Widow | hev th' first shot " | Westhaver knew and locked the se- "No, no! You smoke her, Shorty. II ain't sure that I like that kind o'; of Long Cove and. Bay Shore forks terbacker." : were familiar - only with = Captain The other sniffed' disdainfully.' Frank Westhaver as the man who had | "Huh! Make ye sick, T cal'late. 'Mem- gone down on ber how sick you was las' time I give the Grace Westhaver and half his! ye a pull o' my cigar?" | crew: years agone. * 3 "That warn't th cigar," indignantly Shorty's companion in most of his answered Lem. " "Twas th' green ap-' plots and tricks Was Lemus] Ring---a' ples I was eatin' afore. Takes more'n youngster six months his junior. Lem | a cigar t' make me mick." Z | X Lying flat on his 'stomach, Shorty; who, having a Ane house and a | pulled away at the pipe while his farm, was reparded. as one of the! ompanion regarded him with admira-| "big" men of Long Cove. - Lem trajied lion in his eyes. Shorty Westhaver after - the redoubtable in all was something of a chiracter--a ver- his escapades, and whenever the sandy ibable Napoleon dmeng the boys of {hateh of young Westhaver was bent Long Cove, and Lemuel Ring ranked in outlining n Flot the black mop. of as his trusty | bentenant, Though, fm Ring would be reen in whisper. young in. years, oth were old and|ing proXimity. steeped in juvenile 'crimes. . When| At the time this chapter opens it Henk Gervey found his berry patches| was summer, and the idea of attend. raided of their best and most luscious | ing school at such a season h Iruits he immediately made but 'one, distasteful to Shorty, He h "Shorty 'Westhaver an" When Deacon Eli { ' ittle erred {he fish shacks and the so- :| ciety of the boat fishermen and lob- stermen along the beach to the ergy eer gin inter th' school and the humor of the thi cret in her bosom; but 'he Majority ie soared!" Sable Teland Bar with| vier i under the shade of from the tree, with Jee, for school anyway. and infinitely] 'would * contemplation : 5 mtn. SE re the storm as it were. TN sharply, he reached out with a dui sunburned foot and kicked Lem in: side. YLem!" oy "Ouch!" Master Ring the command with a "Member oR a and floating | Jacks aa growled "What about them? 1T boots." 4 Yee what teacher said about ye A The other grunted. "Uh-huh) I was clumsy on-my feet? = "Yep, an' so ye were, Lom, an' yell ly 1a oy Tange réemembér when ye fell down an' "Ahat Pye oly knocked her desk over she said 3 impel" Siig ant L was worsen a bull-in a china shop." [yF0% hry Lem ..Lem frowned, and the other contin- py es: a ued after a pause: "I've often wonder-| gers of aunped ; ed jest what a bull in a china shop oy Trisideé master, d be like. 'It 'ud be lots o' fom, ¥ ¥ I callate?" | i yo fe Huh?" Master Ring's eyebrows po, ee ha o eon: both arched uestioningly. and owed boys heard a familiar voice--a.. ay Hore. What's th' game, Shorty Ml voiee driving the entmal out-of "Let's: git along to school, Lem"! =~ Q proposed the other. : x and while "To school?" cried the younger boy in amazement. "Why we're an hour of late already." What's th' use o goin' back Sow 14 Sie it you wait a answered ; vty, rising. Lem lowed, grumbl-. ing at the senselessnesy of such a sug! gestion, "We'll git a lickin' for 4 t this mornin'--" « Then a lght' dawned upon Lemuel and he smiled; knowingly. a Saliate I know why | < 3 ye wan gi C school naow, # ip You want to see that Dexter girl,! Dye Old' Curtains, Ba y Rey d & aw| Swehter or Skirt . blushed. "Maybe I do an' pit ng i maybe T don't," he replied. +. * m Diamond Dy Lem sniffed. "Bob M y- is ye kinder strong with that kid, Shorty I reckon you ain't got no chance while he's avoundes' Cah rh +h c "Shut up," snapped the other. "That hi ain't what I'm goin' back for. I've got a good game on." "What? Let's hear it." y "Let's drive Tom: Phinney's ol' day- room." of in bovine [roomy orrisse; 8 any woman can put new, rick fadeless' colors into her worn garments 'or : draperies even: if she has never dyed Lem stood appalled at the sugges: | before. . Just buy Diamond Dyes--no tion. "Drive 'ox 0" Tom's| other -kind--then your material inter the schoolroom?" he retried 3 caught his | are guarsateed not to streak, spot, boyish fancy. "Bully idear! Let's git fade, or rum. Tell your druggist along. an' do it. whether the material you whit to dye i Sais de 1 s ox meditatively chewing the a giant spruce. Shorty rapidly cast the halter adrif many a "Haw, he Hered red the Beauty! Gee, ttyl y uty" ya 1 was the son of another fishing skipper dusty road in the Rand 3 Stockings made of woolen much in favor be knitted at wil come out right, because. Diamond Dyes | om hin chievous delight 8 wool or silk or whether It lg Jaen, ©