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BLUE WATER A TALE OF THE DEEP SEA FISHERMEN BY FREDERICK WILLIAM WALLACE. Copyright by The Musson Book Company How the Story Started. Frank pH eathorec, PL dor Bay lives a Long e of coast with his mother his u Bn Sh fg Se "Grace Westhaver" went down off Sable Island with ten of her crew ad ing skipper. This has the des fect Non Frank. He finishes school with eredit to Bimseit and spends the summer as an apprentice to "Long Dick" J fo Augast his uncle takes Jen on a fishing trip as spare hand aboard the Kastalia. While at anchor in Dano after the first fishing i k, rescues a French boy from tment by his fellow-sailors. The two boys try their hand at dory fishing with success. CHAPTER SIX--(Cont'd.) Removing the pen-boards, thwarts, , anchors, and gurdy winds, they out the plug and sluiced the with a few buckets of now," observed Shorty when the dory had been drained and the fo stowed away, "that's th' way you | ng ellers ought t' go a-fishin', Ninety- eight fish for one tub, an' all runnin' fla th' gear nicely coiled, an' th' dory drained clean. Ef some o' yeu shackers 'ud take a lesson from Sabot an' me, yé'd become good fish< ermen in time." As it Jn ye re a very ornery bunch o trawl-havlers. Jud Haskips and Joe Milligan especially. [this shat, Cod ain't big enough for them---they must go aaottin' 'or whales!" There was a roar of laughter from the , and the indignant Haskins reached or 8 Srey ¥ piece of buoy-line. atest imps!" 'he growled. "I'll sons." tae th boys be, Jud, or th' fust thing you kmow they' be cuttin' ye down to yer boot-straps. Ha! hal oA -- aX ar " That's spool one. 1 Sethe for whales 1 Ho! hol" And Hi though vexed over the loss a Ha ened & with the rest. The skipper's voice rolled from aft. and "Heave short on th' cable! Frank and Jules! Come aft here an' git th' stops of oft uy maing'll" ¥ red the call. "What's asked Shorty, as he the cabin with an armful i Clark was regard- the buroutetes attentively. "See here, Frank." The boy stepped forward. ons at th' Te D'ye see what it says?" "Yes," answered the youngster. "Twenty-nine an' three-tenths. Very low, Uncle--" "Yes, it is," assented the other, Han? when ye git a big swell runnin' up from th' South-easi an an' a greasy, dirty donkin' sky, what would you "Dirty weather, Uncle." "Yes, dirty weather; an' it's liable t' come quick an' sudden, That's why I called th' dories back afore they started making another set. We've hed fine weather all September, an' when ye carry it well inter October ye're 'most bound t' git a snorter t' make for't. Th' Western Ocean never elves ye too much of ° Go up on deck now an' take a ive, afore we break the anchor out." Shorty wagb ack in a few minutes to find his uncle poring over a chart. "Well?" he interrog: a oTiY-sevel fathotn- fire sand an' 1 stones." nt Come grer } here al an' look on D'ye kno Xhax ye. are?" glanced oo. the ed, ) pen- acti map. = "Lemme see," he mutbeted; Opening a pair of dividers, "we made our berth after leavin' Canso last time jest on this spot here. Then we hauled out |b: a bit more th' next set an' made a berth twenty-five miles to th' south- east o' that; then forty miles to th' no'th-east there, and another twenty to the east'ard o' that, which puts us twenty miles to th' no'th'ard o' Sable Island. Fifteen miles east o' that puts us on Quero here, an' forty-seven of fathom fineisand an' small stones 'ud! put us here, I calllate. Am I right?" The skipper nodded. "Ye're quite right, Frank, that's exactly we ave. Now fetch yer tally sheets. How much have we got in th' pens in th' 0] 12 "Bout nineteen hundred an' fifty intal--niore or less, an' there' 's jen n- give a hand in | gettin' sail on her. Th' swell's kickin' "Poor old Coffee Pot," w the enameled Double to the Cap. "Mistress was awfully mad at him today, wasn't she? She scraped and scoured and rubbed him, but he's almost as black 'and dirty as ever. And when he ar- rived here he shone like silver, 3 "How about me?" groan- up more'n ever. H'ist th' mains!" Shorty jumped on oak' "Hist th' maing'l, he 'says!" And the. gang, Joling over the windlass brakes, came | ne ah » Shorty?" en ty " "Is he Swiigitl. of quired a doze) "Don't ow; 4 apiied the boy. --_e ain't told me yet what he's a-goi do. When he oe I'll let ye 3 ai And he winked saucily at the crowd. "Listen to th' shrimp!" cried a man. "Lord Hay! ye'd think he owned th' th! vessel by the airs 0" him." Tanned her, Tom Cantley, 1 wouldn't earry you for baltas ; of laughter which followed, antley looked oh and Bnd Shock his fist at the saucy freckled Jolin, lolling lazily over the spokes of i's 'ina hurry t' § o' this ri 2" 117 fireti Bi face ved with the sting of the while a i ends its joi al the * i bt the hotize line under it. A struck the vessel--a me bellied the Natleas sails for an "Did "Jest Hi Ah, hors ,- sudden, re ne The wind EE the ie "Never mind. her sat po now, unas 'and as the vessel gathered way| skipper. Dao & upon her she headed tr inte belay thas gait gaft downhaul. fhe pulls and dive the Sarpy. over IH Hg and make an impres present the rolled indo a minute." Ho had hardly Tore ses and sky Wer Dlotid op ge, Tn- big Wr of Ne ih hited ands ing bundle ¢ slashed around, stently the vessel was hended into iti PLE, = the ee hail. Hail which slashed like shoe|shects. Hben the. detke end caused the meh Run ber off, cower and. 1 Hide. heir faces from Si» was is slinging ash, an ind wigs int led her roa ne 2 deck under, Schooner all Piers hung on --g wild, howling inferno of wind end| «| the rail to windward. The hend-galls; flapped in thunderous reports, foresail slatted and fetched: ge the tackles with nerve-rending shocks, ! while the sea pounded on the bluff i overran the seas, the bow and burst over the vessel in| the men diambered out on the sight-defying clouds of spray. ropes the: bowspelt and: laid hold Captain Clark was standing by the, of the Sating jib. With growls and man at the wheel, his hat gone, and| oaths th ed, the wit: out of it, hail; Shorty and Jules were clinging,|{ 10g a as the rest, bat dike, to the weather main rigging | 4 ui Jibstay gad stamped the hanks| while the e gang clung to the house, mainmast, or by the wea- (To. be continued.) ther Josien 'For several minutes the emir fleas squall lasted, then came a lull which Minard's Liniment for Burns, ete. Tempting 'the Invalid With Poultry] a hed name and: large rice if How often doctor orders chicken for| ordered in a restaurant. his orders properly carried out! True, is made by placing on lettuce leaves a chicken is served, but the inva'id, after] slice of the breast, a: piece of a bite or two, will not take more and after a few days is often tired of it.| With & teaspoori of mayonnaise. And no wonder when the chicken is prepared as if for the regular table. : Choices. 5 Convalescent appetites. must be "0h, duit it, Janet Raeburn! wooed by dainty dishes appetizingly ir 0 still living bi served and pro £480 Chicken, W. } such dishes' Nancy to-day." so that if the patient grows weary of theTricasee or roast, she can still be tempted by other delicious prepara- pretty face was obstinate. She didn't tions, care if Janet had been h First 'of all comes chicken broth.!she couldn't Sand, being And For a 3 1b. fowl use: quarts of cold ever. Only that water, 1 onion, and 2 stalks of celery.! {had laughed ki Cut up the fowl and-simmer slowly Je n * | until it is tender. Remove the chicken| 'Make delicious bread, Ask of ved ri time ah now 'you don't enioy your fats Jazz Janet's list aloud "A mind I can when you go: to them." ; enjoy girl + "A work that ean grow in and help required to keep make grow. a friends---the kind that wil held "Steel" said Flossie, eis nar to mark ad ond _"Membershi, kX y in health?' maiden Re hand end "Yes, but : 'uncertain tone Janet kuew that Flossie| Poche." - the convalescent and how seldom are| -A delicious and very attractive salad | had not séid what she' was thinking. lice of tomato, topping BR Tian Flossie woo frigl : ; she fad mid i, but neverdhcosn hor