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A TALE Fenn SEA FIS BY FREDERICK Winn watzaon : Bow the Story Swed. ssherl Westhayer, lives at Lon os 3 egast with is Cd db uricle, n Jer and his he ain Jerzy Cla drink a bottle of rum, whereupon k's uncle tells him 'the story po his' fath- €r's fondness for drink and how ths "Grace Westhaver" went down Sable Island with ten of her crew and ber skipper. This has the desired € fect upon Frank. He finishes sch with credit to himself and spends the | P% Summer as an apprentice to "Long Dick" Jennings, In August his wncle takes him on a fishing trip as Epare hand aboard the Kastalia, 'While at anchor in Canso cfter the first fishing trip, Frank rescues a French boy from I-treatment "by his fellow-sailors. e 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. When Frank is twenty-one and Jules nineteen, they or Fi for a season with Capt. Wat- ¥0n, Frank calls on his boyhood sweet heart Carrie Dexter, now nurse in traifing in a Boston hospital, who in- totus him to the matron as Captain esthaver. On the return trip Capt. Watson dies and Frank steers the ves- sel into Boston harbur through a J a heaV¥ | som: sea. <Crirrie speaks scornfully of life on a fishing-vessel. Frank buys the Mabel Kinsella and gets his drunken crew on board. He resctes a man overboard in the storm and wins anew the deep devotion of his gang. On return trip they rescue the cnmtain and crew and the captain's daughter from a water-logged bargue. CHAPTER ELEVEN--(Cont'd.) "Weather's easin' off a bit, skip- pet" came Jules's voice from the heck. Frank buttoned on his sou'-wester. a. me, ms, I hope ye'll git a o' sleep. rn in on lee locker ef ye feel like it." And whistling to himself, Shorty jumped on deck, Miss Denton looked over at her father. "Isn't he a fine young fellow for a fisherman, I always thought fishermen were rude, uncouth, haif- civilized creatures." Her father smiled. "Good land, no," he replied. "They're mostly all Nova Scotians aboard here, an' just th' same as any of the farming folk up around home. That young ng. skipper comes from up Anchorvitie way, an' they're gen'ly very decent peopl ja." It was two in the morning Nhe Frank roused the gang out anil set the riding sail--that strong triangular piece of stormy- -weather canvas which is set on the mainmast above the fuml- ed mainsail by means of detachable hoops and th2 throat halliards for a hoist--and when it was down to leeward he swung the vessel on to her course again, "Now," he remarked to the gang, "glep it to her! Th' barometer's stegdyin' down, an' th' first rise after Yow blow is past. I'm for havin' a bit of a snooze. Call me when it moderates!" And after a mug-up|and down fer'ard he hove his weary down on a galley tank-top and slept like a dead mam. It moderated before daylight, and Jules and McCallum took the responsi~ bility of setting the whole mainsail and jib without "cal ing him, and when he came on deck he was thankful for their thoughtfulness. After breakfast, at five, he went aft and saw the ship- wrecked skipper and his daughter. "How's things lookin' this mornin'?" | Cape he gree'ed them cheerily, and Miss Denton laughed with a flash of teeth and dancing brown eyes. "I'm 'feeling fins," she answered, "but I'll have to remain in your bunk, Captain Westhaver, until we get to pert; as 1 have riot a dry -stiteh to wear. Isn't that an awful stuation to be in?" Old Denton's leathery face creased' in a deep-water guffaw. "Ha, ha! If you were an ol' sailor now, Lily, we'd | shoot turn ye out, cicthes or no. Eh, Wot, | hoot haver? And Shorty blushed at the, eztion. "I'm afraid it's goin' dull for ye, Miss Denton," he said, "but I've some beoks in my chest here that may help pass th' time away-- that is, ef ye care for readin'-- T Jove on Bay | In Use for Over 25 Years, th'| schooner's narrow quarter body | be nearing "the land, clambered t' be Kinder Copyright by the Masao Book Company 'Why, certainly," answered "wondering tering what kind a A could possib! ve. for a tatbéred col a rE tured to ask. "Yes, answered Frank. "I'm kinder flond o' "good stuff. Melville i isa great! favorite o' mine, an' I kin r Shel Westh Fhe ed he was: ver," » "but never fear, you'll come right, boy. I have your address, Tl fix up this obligation of mine later. Good-bye, and on : daughter, an' crew I thank yo what you have done for vs." Sond grasped the young skipper's hand wi him. I've read 'Typee,' but his 'Moby Dick' is kinder too strong for me. He flies too high for my nding," She took the proffered volumes with thanks, and make another mental note upon the characters of fishermen, | while Shorty returned to his dyty on All day long they "put it to her," as fishermen say, and as wheel after wheel came aft for his trick it was --"West-no'-west, an' drive her, you!" In the afternoon Frank called a few of the cabin gang on deck. "See here, you fellens," be said. "Git abroom an some waber an' scrub out that cabin-- it's like a pig's-sty, an' smells like ome. Git that dirty ol' bucket out-o there an' quit shootin' yer quids inbo th' stove e th' girl's aboard. Don't let her think like ot ol' Skys'l John Summers useter say when he came down inter his cabin----" "An' what did he say, skipper?" Frank laughed. "He useter look aroun' th' old baits, papers, an' rags kickin' about, an' he'd remark, ¢ a fisherman is th' dirtiest, dam' hog what's made!' So! Go to it an' clean her out!" And they true hearti Lillian Denton's beautiful eyes ex- pressed more than her lips could utter, and as Westhaver gazed into them he felt a ghrange thrill. Holding out her hand, she grasped his and said suftly, 1 won't SAY. good-bye, but I'll look]. for you in Yarmouth when you go home. God go with you!" Frank watched then go, and then he reme | Carrie Dexter, "Poor girl," he muttered. "There's no engagement ring this trip an' no time for an hour with her, VII git her on th' phone!" Unfortunately, Nurse Dexter was engaged, and with Hoolahan dancing at his heels, Shorty swung aboard the schooner again and within" @ quarter of an hour was hoisting his mainsail for a one hundred and fifty mile shoot 'a sl And of tittle children running, A little dog upon a porch, A drowsy kitten sunning. There's a row of little yards, . There are fragrant posies "growing, And little fences painted white, And someone busy sewing. There's a lane of swaying trees And the happy squirrels roaming. Lod s somebody who sits and rocks A baby in the gloaming. There 1s nowhere in the world Where ambition burns so keenly, 5| Where everyone's ideals are high, "And life is lived so cleanly. As this street of little homes 'Where each cne lives for the other, Where baby is the king of all-- The guiding star his mother! --Anne Campbell. oY ' : 0 Keep Minard's Liniment in the house. did. While the old ne was taking a '"'constitutional" on the alley, Frank and Miss Denton spent an en- trancing hour with the world of books. She was a clever and remarkably well- read young ouli, and her tastes and his "Westward Ho!" to 'Steven- son's "Ebb Tide" and "Wrecker"; Dumas' "Three Musketeers" a Longfellow's Poet Clark Russell and that prince of Nova Scotian hum- orists--"Sam Slick"--they travelled in their conversation, and when Frank left for his oil-clothes and the deck again Miss Denton's estimation of the young fisherman was of the highest, while her surprise at finding' such a man upon a foul-smelling schooner and engaged in such a hard, rough life was profound. Shicrty kept on deck all night, pac- ing from the wheel to the windlass and peering every now and again into the darkness. It was a cleax, starlight ing, and the Mabel Kinsella was reel- ing off the knots at the rate of ten and twelve an hour. Two hundred and thirty-five were registered on the log dia} whan it was hauled at 8 a.m, Frank, knowing that Shey Tmust main cross-trees and Sanghi the glim- mer of a flashlight over the port bow. "Now I wonder what light that is?" "he muttered as he sat astride the spreaders. "'Tain't Cape Ann, 'cause ye'd see th twin lights o' Thatcher's Island, an' they're visible 'most twenty mile on a dear ni dike ain't Hastern Plint. red fl It may be Highland: Cape Cod, an' it may Haghiant Minot's Ledge. We'll soon see. He-e-y, be- dow}. Take a cast o' th' lead!" The spreaders trembled as the ves- sel laid to the wind, and as she swung off again a" voice rolled up from the deck--sizventy feet. bellow : "Thirty- eight fathom, skipper!" > "That's Minot's," $jacylaced West- 'haver. "Ef it was Hi night with a cold easterly wind blow- | V EC Sensomhle Recipes. Baked apples sweetened with sugar do not agree with every one. Try fill- ing the space from which the core is removed with maisins. Cooked thus, g they are especially desirable for those whose digestion is not very strong. Baked tomatoes with corn ave in nd geason. Cut the corn from the cob, scoop out the tomato pulp, mix with the corn, season well and fill the to: matoes, which should be firm ones, not too ripe. Lay a slice of bacon over the top and bake until the tomatoes are goft. One-platter dinner of 'meat balls) 0% with vegetables: Chop one pound of lean round steak, add two teaspoon fuls of chopped onion, one tablespoon- ful of drippings, one teaspoonful of salt and one-fourth teaspoonful of pepper. Mix and form into small balls. Fry carefully, drain well, and serve on a hot platter with cooked peas, carrots. and turnips. Serve apple fritters with ham. Make the batter for the fritters with one cupful of sweet milk, two eggs beaten separately, one teaspoonful of sugar, a pinch of salt and two cupfuls of flour in which is sifted one teaspoon- ful of baking powden. Pare, core and: slice the apples in ¥ings one-third of an inch thick, dip in batter and fry until brown in boiling fat. = Serve] sprinkled with sugar flavored with nutmeg or cinnamon. For an easily prepared dinner, we- move the seeds from firm, ripe toma toes, fill the cavities with cold meat or stale bread, cut into dice. Season with salt and pepper and sprinkle the tops with 'grated cheese, or dot with butter. Bake for thirty minutes, then place in the centre of a platter. Surround the tomatoes with! a ridge of mashed potatoes around the potatoes place peas beans that have been cooked and sea- soned. Cook the juice of the and thicken to form a sauce, down over the tomatoes i gain pa with watercress or parsley, Pigs in blankets make a good sup- per dish. To prepare them, lay large oysters in lemon-juice for ten minutes, Tot Bre 1 will boll again very quildy. Count time from the minute the water boils again, and twenty or twenty-two minutes later, take out the cabbage. Remember that the water must be kept boiling herd and kept boiling, that the water must be very salty, that the kettle should be kept um- covered and that the cabbage should be fresh and crisp. Cooked by this _ easily digested food. Make graham tie for the school luncheons. The recipe mequires one- half cupful of butter, one cupful of sugar, one egg, Graham flour, one 1 teaspoonful of bicarbonate of soda, two -tablespoonfuls of milk. Beat, the butter to a cream, add the egg well "beaten, and gradually beat| in the sugar. Dissolve the soda in a tablespoonful of water, and add the mixture to the sugar and milk. Now work - in sufficient Graham flour (about three cupfuls) to make a very|. stiff dough, Knead until the mixture] will hold well together. Roll in a them carefully, place in a slightly oven until thoroughly done, light brown and crisp. This takes about eight minutes. two pumpkins, season with salt, pep- ye ma grate of nutmeg, add two cupfuls of cream, three tablespoonfuls) butter, two beaten eggs, a pinch of enough flour ple ing cloves, and sifted with one teaspoonful of baking | powder, to make a smooth batter. Mix 'and fry on. a hot greased griddle. Serye with butter and milk. t a foo St Margery Goes To See Aunt Betty. 'When Margery came home from : Aunt Betty's she had many new ideas, !: for they do things so much different' $i OF gut in the country, Some of trem you | § in. town; too, Margery found ' So ska told het mother, "7 pelll you how Aunt Betty tells how eggs are done, without breaking {he Veh. Just take a spoon and lift on? ~out. of the boiling water, and if ie] season with salt and red pepper, then | I wrap each oyster in a thin very thin sheet, cut into squares, Kft] greased pan, and bake in a moderate * Squash Cakes--Boil, mash and cool | there is a little candy thimble on her finger, and then she hits it on the edge of the cup and if it tinkles like glass, it's all ready to pull, Sugar-Beet Syrup. Wash and cut the beets into thin slices. ~ The thinner the slices the better. Place slices in a pot and barely cover with water. to the sim- Hering point, or from 175 deg. to 180 deg. F., and keep at this temperature about forty-five minutes, Strain off the hot sugary liquid through a cheesecloth. It is not necessary to press the beets, A second more dilute juice can be obtained by heating the slices with fresh water. Strain the juice till fairly clear. Boil down rapidly to a heavy syrup and skim off material that comes to the surface, Seal hot in scalded jars, bot- thes, or cans. Can! SOR yor. an. 4s. well 'as any obhier canner can can? If you can can as well as any other canner can can, then 'this is the season you should look to 'your canning budget to see that your 'canning schedule is complete. There] ey Stille Many satisfactory subst be canned in place of those! have failed this year for lack of moisture or dave and be sure you re pre Find of Amber. The first amber in large quantities discovered on the North. American Continent is that recently found in the : 'hundreds of tons of culm from collfer- fes in the Nicola Valley of British flour | Columbia. His Preference. Father--""Which would you rather : have, a little brother or a little sister?" Little Jakey--""If it's all the same to you, papa, I'd rather have a white £ rab- | bit with red eyes.' ' In lands off there worons the seas The temple bells entreat for prayer r _cadenced harmonies-- Slow swing the caravans that dare The yellow sands, bound for the leas Where golden rivers. blot despair. Night long upon the jasmine breeze The tomtom beats while maidens fair With faces veiled, rich mysteries In lands off there. "Thomas J. Murray. Senptarmmy ipa ts A Reproof Th The young wife entered the kitchen rather nervously and after hésitating for a few seconds said to the cook, "O cook, I must really speak to you. My | husband is always complaining about third day it is the roast; in always something or other." y The cook replied with feeling, *Well mum, Pm sorry for you. It must be awful to live with a gentleman like | that." erie Minard's Liniment For Colds, Etec. Birvingham England, was the first FLowERiNg ou DOORS, AND 3 » f i