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or' went down with ten of her crew and This has the desired ef rank. The two boys pilot ry Rachomrilip to Frank finishes school the hashermsister with ¢ to himself and spends the summer '#8 an apprentice to Dick" Tenn. CHAPTER THREE--(Cont'd.) There were other days too, and every bit as grand, when under & strong breeze, sunshine, and fleccy clouds the Fundy combers would race in foam-laced battalions and burst in acres of white water upon the rock- girt shore. These were the days when the big ships "whirled 'down the Bay in all their pride of billowy canvas; when, with top-gallantsails and royals drawing, they careened to the Jbrecze| a quaver in her voice. Jumber-laden | to say your prayers and change your lee water sluicing over the | clothes when they're wet." and d decks high to'gal rail. Many a time Shorty watched them as 'they passed him in the dory,-and as they stormed along he sighed for the romance of blue-water and the storied lands to which wy were hound, The fall fitting-out season came in due time. The haying was over once more, and the men began to get ready to join their vessels. Shorty had put in a good summer with Long Dick, and though he was hardly big enough or strong enough to do his full share in a dory, yet he "was worth his salt," as Long Dick expressed it. He could rig the trawl gear, hitch gangins, and hook up as nimbly as the most expert, as well as bait and overhaul the lines after a get. For his size and weight he handled a dory as good as the best, and could take hie stand at the dress tables afid "dress down" either as a throater, gutter, or splitter. ¥ "Now, son," said Dick, "you kin go a-bankh? 'naow as as any 0 them. I've l'arned ye all I know 'cept sailin' 8 vessel an' findin' fish, . Ye kin splice an' knot; ye kin rig. trawl gear an' make tubs outer flour bar'ls; Je Jiu rig 'a buoy kag in proper. Bank jon an' heave a trawl 'thout snarl in' it all up, Ye kin hook an' bait up, overhaul an' comb, throat, gut, an split like any ol' shacker, an' all ye'lve got t' Parn now in th' fishin' line is to stand in the bow an' haul a four- tub set on a hard bottom, snarled up an' tide settin' agin ye; git adrift for a week in a dory with nawthin' to ett; swear in three langwid Portygee, Judique, an' T Dock Irish; an' pick up a skipper what is a high-liner: 'When ye do that, ye're a blooded Banker an' ready t' become a second Clayton Morrissey. You git alon with yer uncle for a spel an' I'll guarantee ye'll be runnin' a vessel o' yer own afore yore a man's age." At suppet that night his uncle spoke the long-hoped-for words, "Frank, git Jor duds ready. Ye'll ship as spare and with me this fall." And Shorty felt that he had at last crossed the rubicon of his dearest desire. CHAPTER FOUR. There's th' men who set on Georges, On ti Channel an' Cape Shore, From th' Quero down to' Cashes, An' th' Peak to Labrador; There's seiners, shackers, salters; But where'er a vessel steers; They'll tell you fishin's hardest In tl first hundred years. Shorty and his uncle boarded the lit- tle packet schooner-on a misty Aug. i and, i ompahy wi man nd for the waved their farewells to the little knot of women on the wharf, While his uncle and the other men were assisting Cap'en Bill Deley to "hang out th' patch," Frank Westhaver stood on schooner's quarter and listened dutifully "to his layed their {nage Shorty had gone through a valedic-! drove the steam tory hour with Carrie Dexter the even en ing previous, and in his canvas dun-|been a day of e here reposed a little token|wh of her friendship in the shape of 4 [ pair of red woollen wristlets. 4 "You won't forget me, Frankie?" she had asked, and Shorty swore by all is' boyhood gods that it was impos. sible. "There's lots of girls in Gloucester, I hear," she ventured. Next. morning his uncle roused "Look through th' port, ¥ said, "his newly 'washed face like the sun in a Bank fog, ol' Cape Ann away off ' see it often after this, "There may: be," replied Shorty em- | Glo'ster's jest inside thar', phatically, "but they ain't up to your|th' week-end we sh'd hev the class, Carrie, 'so 't. worry. Illi Kastalia a-pokin' her horn outside write you whenever I git a chanst, an'! Ten Pound Island. -Eastern Pint' don't you forgit t' do th' same." a little t/,4h' west'ard o' th' Cay schooners sails 'filled to the! I caPlate afore ye're much older light breeze and swing the little craft git t* love th' sight o them ol' out from the wharf. "Good-bye,| Breakfast was over when they Frankie," cried Mrs. Westhaver, with|ed the Lightship, and through "Don't forget | smooth as glass and glittering. sun they swung up Boston Bay. What} "So long, Shorty," rambled ola moming ae a hor Lie Dick. "Show them Glo'ster townies. hollow, and the passage up to Bo [that ye're & Novy what kin bait smalll:on that glorious' August morni : lan' catch large. Th' first hundred! a perfect delight. Off the Light § : years o' fishin' 'is th' hardest, son!" |they passed a Yankee man-o'-war-- And with their farewells echoing in! yacht-like in white and buff, with}: his ears, he waved his cap until the brass a-glitter and the Stars: and morning fog blotted the wherf and{ Stripes "floating proudly from thei schooner from each other's sight. stern pole. Near the Graves-they saw & - oy As they glided down the coast in a splendid clipper ship towing out fof "The dinner was gaod, but oh, my! the mist be egan % Jes) very forigia} ig Bink tutlod dream ot a | : ' the entive fore-|' heel Stosrin and his Unh Ji von dt ult vi a Shorts was Noon. in, the Fdtehent and the or DAsengtes ot sonter] absorbed 1h conn plation or her| around the main hatch gossiping. and! nautical loveliness when his uncle} smoking. It was only then that Shorty!leaned over the rail.' "What a beauti realized the heart-gripping sensations | ful vessel," said Frank in admiration] of leaving home for the first time, but,| of the deep-laden windjammer.. =| boy-like he soon forgot his. feelings! = His uncle wag not so enthusiastic. : when the fog lifted and the glorious;*Yankee hell-ship," he growled: "C August stmshine Booded the sea and Hornet, with buliieg He and an ath a pe with gv m ence. | ngtion. ga o' 8 8 By noon they shot alongside An-|for'ard. Yer notice there ain't none ghorvilie, Bless : and, Shoukiering Jus! > her crew on deck. Riggers a-takin' bag; he trailed in his uncle's wake and; her out---crew in' their bunks" sleepin' boarded the train for Yarmouth: It! off th' knock-out Fum thoy owitged] of was Shorty's first time on a train, last night. Aye Frankie--they're| it was really and de Journey to the seaport was a beautiful ships © look at, but floatin'| war and | Dr en of. Der ales Seoior Ga Bot Boal Aon farms, forests, and rivers whith flash-' boat--three' skys-s an' mo ed past. And what a man the brass-| lowance for th' forem'st crowd bound conductor seemed! : Shorty. felt Jook over t! port here ah" See One-Dishi Dinners. .contaihs: directions: y women "can. pul less colors into her How's Meat loaf--2 Ibs, beef, 1 ib. leah pork, 1 pimento {chipped fine), '1 small ul: onion (chopped fine: 3% loaf } _../ Reason: Why, bread (crumbed), 2 BES slightly Patrick Flinn was at the range. for | beaten), 1 cup milk; 1 teaspoon salt, 26 | companying:v that' such -a position might well 'be' call a vessel. 'She's a T Dock market« dignity of 'the uniformed official with Ain't that a beauty for ye now?" ° : oy mers: who crowded the smoking-ear but bare steerage-way in the light The: meat ocenpies 'centre him that almost caused the boy to gasp around her quarter stared at the Bos- quaintance. {exceedingly to. see the advantage of the bright yellow of carrots next to The conductor's official mask re- Burgess model. There's her ski at! also contrasting with the lighter col- Cap'en Clark. 'Off for th? fishin' agen?) pow'ful hard driver an' a mighty Food red bles, : ill ye Capen? Your nephew, eh? . Not o' Glo'ster--sails 'like 4 steamboat.| Who i8 to serve them and each plate cotton or mixed is he? You don't say! Goin' a-fishin'; lands: Boston's dead ahead. D'ye ses| ing. It also reduces dish washing as| | | * And while Shorty acknowledged. the pool, 1. calllate.' Some size vessel,| meal, The train {ourney opened Frank's -------- the smoking-car seemed to 'have bes the first time, and out of twenty-one | gg con : Grind beef and pork 'may tot be cooked envied, and he regarded the pompous man from Georges with a trip o' fish.} Pay 3 A reverential awe. As he collected the On their . beam a" beautifl] less codker have been 'a derfobl tickets from the trawlers and. drum- schooner under all sail, and making) boon to the easy preparation of such he carried such an air of dignity with breeze. The gang of 'men lounging) of the platter when served when his 1ncle addressed the ¢onduc-| ton steamer with a sort of conten rounded with a. border, of veg ! tor with the familiarity of 'old ac-! although it must have annoyed -- to show the contrast in color "Hullo, thar', Ben Simpson! steam over sail on such a morning. | the lighter cabbage, turnips, or pota- she headin' this trip?" "She's th': Mannie G. Irving---a| toes; the green of string beans or peas} laxed into a beaming smile. "Howdy,!th" wheel--Stormalong Joe Fone 3 dred vegetables, ' Of _'- Tell "your d Lark y i To serve such a meal the platter #nd | whether the al Vou wi More high-line trips an' big stocks to fisherman. But wait, Frankie, t To ® Sug laced be || whether the material you wish ye! Two tickets, eh? our boy,' see th' Kastalia. Smartest vessel out hot plates are pl before the person | is waol or silk or whether it je Cap'en Frank Westhaver's youngster,' Now we're comin' in among, the is-| is helped, 'thus simplifying the serv- : are ye, son? Waal, here's hopin' ye, th' smoke of it? Here's a big At-| fewer dishes 'are required. A relish, steer a close wake to yer uncle, sonny." lantic liner a-comin'--boun' for Liver-| dessert and beverage complete the vice in blushing pleasure, the mani sonny; cht" ; of tickets passed down the aisle. | (To be continued.) eyes as to his uncle's importance. Everybody appeared to know him, and come Jerry Clark's reception-room, Sun-bronzed trawlers Jirched rounds he never hit the target once. An officer on looking over the book, said: 4 "Pat, you have missed the target! ns every shot. 'What is the reason?" "Well, sor," said Pat," "the onty rea. a son Of can think oy is that the man | nq who stuck up the targets hasn't put them in a straight line from here." aisle and respectfully begged for "a chance" to sail with him; old ship- mates flopped into the seat alongside and ex notes, and all who add "other ingredients and} 'form the car seem- ed to have a hail for Cap'en Clark. Shorty divided his attention between the passing scenery and the boistero: gossip of his uncle's friends, and by the time the train pulled into Yar- outh, Frank : Mn beet. had a new conception! Minard's Liniment for Dandcuff. 2 aloes 921: cattle, 10,206,205; one the mes sendy i 483 vias, 30495 depending upon size of ois