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CHAPTER ONE (Cont'd) "Bet ye kain't," returned sth Catt his words Lem he 's abenthon, to oa on the bottle neck; - up, proceeded to lower it fos the es of absorption inbo his own. "There!" he grunted with a gasp he the rum over. hat mas funk it down to that nick. Beat that e kin." rty beat hin, and a species of to Eee jaded so "Boy," suatian, Marston erie be 25 ntil the rum defeate : =x h pose > wag the firet to pin vals oo fue know that you are goin' eyes, bi r? A Shorty: said b, and he sat on an up-ended sav] a : holding his head 'and trying to nothing; and the cap- Xegain an equilibrinm which "seemed | tain continued: fo be whirling. and gyrating like a chip in an eddy. Shorty lay prone room has jest Hide & dress keelér or gutbing-table,| ®oose; my son. A fine fokin very dizzy and sick at times |a-makin'. for Jase First and happy and hilarious by turns. The school, then smoldr', then drivin' tht long-neck lay between them, its re- os, 5 fightin' with ofie o yer Shout ining contents spilled on the floor, | Mates right afore my eyes, ay fin- and thus they lay. until Uncle, Jerry, ishin up by stealin rum | Frankie Long 'Dick, and Ezekiel Ring found |anw gittin" drunk. Bo or what. dye answer, Sind his late that evening. think Jere & cop in' to unéle Pedopodeds ou don don't: seem to "Waal, I be everlastin'ly cussed of this don't beat all my goin' a-fishin', hip Shot "dotry, Think o yer ma, AINE oho got 8 bird of & von ejaculated Dick Jennings when he dis- for people t' be gossipin' about? I don't mind yer tricks, but what I mind is yer sneakin' off an' drinkin' that rum. 'What made ye broach that )eredul liquor? Did ye go down a-purpose?" th sir. I" jest blundered in thar' "Who cached the bottle first, Id or Lem," queried the skipper. ive, me a straight bill now--no yarns. Was it you?" nodgi aol: anpwered the b boy. The big ngs b: Nas acl and Toa Dick ipper seemed reliev ed to elicit a sign of consciousness | = "Then 1 ca calllate. 'twas Lem that from Uncle Joey's rage gave found the rum, eh? way to fear; and he turned to Long| Frank nodded. Tt went sorely "What kind o 'rum was that 7e against his grain to inform on his 3 "Tain't no cheap rot-gut, is it?" chum, but there was an underly; Noi siree," replied the other re- ribet in his uncle's questions: wi gretfully. "T'was th' best Jamaica! rook rum there is. I got it from Joe Spin-| What Si ye do when ye broached ney, mate o the Ella McKay, what the stuff? Sit down an' enjoy it? jest. come up from th' south'ard tw o) ' Nad; replied Shorty. "Men Frank ago, an' ow _ 'tis wasted. on " had 8 try. see who ¢'d drink th' most, pouple o' sculpins Gon git Joong eulpin water, Dick," | "Huh, » Uncle Jerry nodded grimly interrupted Captain Clark, and when. Staring hard. into the blue-grey. eyes the fisherman returncd, he poured it ot De here as a2 read his' soul, | e 8 en. enquire Hberall ¥ Sues his Jephews head. al Dye, ye dike th' taste o' that stuff, Boy, feeb] testing against the cold Tal TR Bonthe ni git at him? "No, I don't," replied 'the boy firmly, Uncle Jerry gave him a shake] Sooner hey lemonade or apple cider. "Wake up, Frank. Rouse yourself!" Uncle Jerry grunted again, and Sho began. to exhibit signs of Seemed to be debating 'in his mind Ca pain Clark what to say. next. Picking up the pr carry th' stick, he commenced whittling. de t "say anythin' | liberately. i y about this to a soul, ' His mother 'ud, "Boy," he said at last, "I want t crazy ef she thought th" boy had tell ye a story, an' you listen. See? in drinkin'. . Keep it quiet, an' tell Once there was a very fine man-- th' Rings t do th' same." And shoul- Ime was Frank too a fisherman he Gering his inanimate burden, the big Was, AI a big, handsome, strappin' er trudged up the hillside. in the feller--smart as a. steel frap, ian' a skigp great favorite with all th' gangs what sailed with Bim. He had shiy Pile: had fanit, that -wag a Kinder love for CHAPTER TWO. rum. "He warn't 'a'soaker, 'ye know,| gi Frank was aroused' by his uncle at! only he jest liked t' have a jug allus an early hour next morning, and, feel- | | handy so that he ¢'d git a nip when- ing sick and penitent; he dressed with- | ever he felt like it. He was a smart out taking the usual precautions. Hig 'man, as I said afore, an' got on. t' mother. was still a-bed, .and Shorty, command his own vessel, He was with a bad taste in his mouth, and his more careful in them days, went easy mind a complete. blank after hig re-|on th' booze, but as he got on, his collection of the first two drinks of wife c¢'d see that it was gittin' a hold Long Dick's rum, wak oppressed with | on aa Not he was a good feller, an' a foreboding of trouble. 'only laughed at his wife when she'd "Uncle's a-goin' t' tan me good this) tell him about th' drinkin', but th' he mitered dismalty; men as sailed with him was innin' feeling very seedy, he crept auistiy| ta talk aroun' th' ports about th' rum downstairs, His uncle was wi ing | their | skipper took t' sea with him. outside the house, and engaged in!He'd stay sober at home, an' be half whittling a stick. His face was sbern, | drunk ail th' time at sea, and it warn't and he addressed his nephew harshly. Jong afore 'this skipper. an' his 'wife "Follow me!" hed @ quarrel. 'Then he goes off on a Leading the way to d seat under 4 | fishin' Sip, an' 'when they got their giant spruce, the Captain seated him- | salt wet Boj Su swung off for homie, but self and motioned to the boy to fol Jot afore th' takes a shoot Yow suit. It was a glorious morning, | inter Sant' hope Tr a little . Fam. It sunny and clear, the bright blue of | was breezin' a for 4 2 pe Nevem- the sky flecked with fleecy white |ber blow when they le ' Pierre, clpuds racing past on the wings of but th' skipper; he started broachin' the fresh westerly breeze which ruf-|his liquor. ar' wouldn't take notice o' fled the waters of the bay into foam-| signs, an' swinging his whole four streaked azure. The surf was thunder- | lowers, he starts running for Gig'ster ©00! govered the pair, "They've bin in here all afternoon a-broachin' my rum---th' young devils." Law Ring strode. over and: yanked brother on to his feet. mumbled 3) | rrer ?" | matter ye, you young. swab," growled Zeke. ' "Home ye come now, an' ef 1 don't set ye up good T, ny name ain't vot it is. was dead to en Turks and korn shakings, re .{ must: be something wrong with our oe la agony' sacrificed" through, His" ie ax he bad thang on © ha a § Sberday hool-| cross-trees an' - "4 ¢ about " your se. {He fied thon you're began his 'uncle, whittling, inter i Sop on go, yh word Pr ay i him. Rx drop. o them he at i an' then Frankior Bi a little : Eleven good men; down Ly of yo wlio an' orphan ¢/ Mo 'ye know who "that skipper Them Frankie?' "No," ons the "boy in horrified ! | wonder. Slowly and quietly the fishorman | spoke. "Frank father!" rote 1 ie, it cried the Boy There was a trembling of his oi and a su in his eyes. He sw which rose in his throat, his uncle regarded him with thetic gaze strangely out of g with his burly, Weather héaten pi gostance "Will you want. quar oxen, Prank, after 238 Tve ye "Never!" re the boy. vehement- Iy, end his uncle believed him, "Now, zon, I've jest a few more words T want t' say t' ye. . Frank, you've got t' stick t' school, -an® uit this dodgin'-an' skulkin' game. I want ye to, an' yer ma wants ye. It's for yer own good ¢ git all th' Vari ye kin, even u don't thik so. Now take me, S Stance, I kin jest sign my own name, an' I hey do all my figgerin' an' tallyin' by notches an' strokes--s "Aye, "interrupted Sho hut you're a high-line fisherman all: th' same, Uncle, I'm a-goin fishin' I git old enough, so what's th' use o' FParnin' a lot ©' stuff that aint. no good a-fishin' 17 £ Work Drudgery? = We read a 'great deal in the maga~ zines and newspapers about the drud- gery of housework, but as a matter of fact, that is the only way we do hear anything: 'about! it, for it is rare in- deed to hear women complaining of it: Perhaps such a thing exists, but if £0, the victims' are not especially keen in talking 'of it. No matter where we live or what our surroundings, 'most of ug have a cértain amount of work to do. If there exists 8 person who is idle, that one is to be pitied rather than envied, for 'their chance of happiness is far less than for those who have plenty to do. | Granted that some women work very! 'hard in 'their homes, that hours are] long and tasks exacting, even then it does not necessarily mean drudgery for work, be it ever so hard and mono-{ 1 tonous, ir it 'is performed in the Pro] or spirit, can never be' that. = Webster defines a drudge as one who labors bard at uncongenial tasks. | noon, Housework may be hard, but it should! not be unsongenial 'when performed In our own homes for the comfort of our loved ones. If it is so, then there attitude toward life, "The 1 never Bach package of Dy 0s tech] contains directions so simple any wo. man can dye or tint her worn, shabby ings, Bye hangings, everythin never dyed before. Bi . Dyes"--no other, kind---then perfect! home dyeing 18 sure because ; Dyes are guaranteed not to: spot, streak, or run. - Tell; your druggist whether the material you wish to dye 1s wool or allk, or whether it is. linen, cotton or mixed The Matapro "Pa," sald Johnny, his composition, "is * one. word, hydrant 3 e omen Have! They thie dinrier table: dreading 'the : washing long enough to have had it} all finished. Resting? Very true, but] J the longer any task is put: 'off, "the more it is dreaded. The wise: woman attacks her work bravely, gets its put of the way as speedily as possible and] rests afterward. Dawdling is expen- sive if one's time is Worth anything. My arguntent. is that worden should not look upon their work as "drudgery in the first place. It is al} in the view. rH : hard work J é not necessarily #ynon- "berms, | System is a fredt helps in any. Tome 9 Have a xule for general ha Sasjovally. If by any means the don on y -i8 an a; 2 other kinds of le x suck an 'impleasant : 12 8 dotsratined mariner; | All dead! toonstats uid