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N-43-9, Fresno, Calif. BLUE WATER A TALE OF THE DEEP SEA FISHERMEN BY FREZERICK WI LLIAM WALLACE. el) Copyright by the Mu How the Story Started. wFTank Westhive.,. known _ 83 Shorty," lives at Long Cove.cn Bay o Fundy coast with his mother a 8 'uncle, Captain Jerry Clerk: He d his chum Lemuel Ring, drink 8 ttle of rum, whereupon Frank's uncle tells him the story of his fath- er's fondness for drink and how: the Graco Westhaver" went down off Sable Island with ten of her crew. aud er skipper. This has the desired ef: fect upon Frank. He finishes schoo with credit to himse.t and spends the Summer as ar apprentice to "Lond Dick" Jennings. Tn August his uncle takes 1im on a fishing trip as spare hand aboard the Kastalia. While at anchor in Canso after the first fishing trip, Irank rescues a French boy fron ill-treatment by his fellow-sailors. The 'two boys try their hand at doty fishing "with success. A storm bursts with sudden fury. Frank's presence of mind saved the vessel from col lision with a steamer. They arrive home for Christmas. CHAPTER EIGHT, It was a bright, yet cold, January meraing, and Shorty and Jules were engaged rigging up trawl gear upon! the deck of the ono marketman Fannie B. Carson, then lying to anchor inside . Provincetown harbor. Jules,' tha ronaway. and the "Little Sabot" of the old Kastalia, could no longer be! wen "fied as the shrinking bro eyed Paimpol fisher-boy, for he tower- ed head and shoulders over his : dory-mate. He had grown and ybeh- | ed and broadened under the ly sson Book Company treatment and wholesome fare of the American fishermen, until .at nineteen years of age he stood six feet in his socks; broad and strong in proportion, and to all but Frank Westhaver he was known as "Big Frenchy." To Shorty he was always "Sabot," or Jules, and the friendship of their boy- hood days had cemented firmer with the years. Captain Tom Watson of the Carson was, in fishermen's parlance, "a of a feller," and a had driver wit! gangs, and it was only hard gangs! that sailed with him. Wharfside gos- ip had it that he'd have the dories out when gulls couidn't fly to windward, and with Watson a fisherman had to turn out dn the shout of "Get ready!" and prepare to make sets without ces- sation, day and night, until the wea- ther or the finished bait declared a stop. While the Carson was on the grounds sleep was not to be thought of, and crews were kept relentlessly at work until they almost dro; from sheer physical exhaustion. But it paid them in the long run when the share checks were distributed. The Fannie Carson was never long at sea, and her fresh-fishing trips were invariably "high-line," while the T. Dock fish- buyers in their estimates and sales al- ways counted on a trip from "Driver Tom," no matter what the state of the weather might be. . When the pair shi aboard the Carson in Boston a 'previous, the stout, saturnine Watson looked them over critically and said bluntly. "I'll ship yez, but let me tell yez somethin' afore we start. I'm a driver, first, last, lan' all th' time, 'Thar's no lay-offs on 1 sing out--you Yell k yer other, worki) qorny letters Ine "O--ah, yes. Ef you let me read yours------" And the two sniggered PL Sareua ai Gugtn Joy rrin' up in ff in a day r mam » ma, "Oh, re pretty fit," replied away. "Wants me t come home an' fish out of Anchorv in Canadian' vessels. Maybe, I own. I wouldn't fish out o' there in Lg Jory Hough. Ain't enough money n it) t, "W'at's Lem Ring doing?" "Dryin' fish, I cal'late. His ol' man hez started a kinder business up to th' Cove an' Zeke an' Lem are runnin' th' store end of ft, They buy fish from th' boat fishermen an' dry them. Cal'- late they're makin' a good thing out of it. Saw an old friend o' men Lem's last trip--feller called Morrissey or "Q---ah, yes. Th' feller you fight so mooch wit' at school?" EE "Yep! He's mate of a big three- master runnin' to th' West Indies outer Boston. Got on purty well, he says, an' cal'lates gittin' skipper soon, We didn't palaver much. He don't like me, an' I don't think he forgets 'bout th' scraps we useter have. ain't got nawthin' 'gainst him. He's a decent enough feller," For a space both busied themselves with their work, and with 5 and arms a-whirl they coiled fathom after fathom of the tarred cotton trawl down into the tubs. The crisp cold of the January air encouraged exer- tion, and the groups scattered around the deck blew on their numb fingers and cursed the idiosyncrasies of a skipper who forbade any man over. hauling his gear in the genial warmth of cabin or forecastle. The Carson's gang was an extra good one, as far as their hardiness, daring, and fishing abilities went, but otherwise thelr characters were aptly designated by the term "hard bitten." Rough New- foundlanders; Highland Scotch . from Arichat and Judique in Cape Breton-- great, sandy, raw-boned men who jab- bered in Gaelic and spoke English with a sibilant lisp delightful to hear; one or two Bosbon Irishmen ship- mates and fishermen, but pugnacious and quarrelsome with a skinful of rum; and the usual crowd of Nova Seotians from the southern part of the | | province, Good shipmates and fisher- men while at sea, but a crowd to avoid when the dollars were in their pockets and an Atlantic Avenue saloon under their lee. "W'at made Mees Dexter come to Boston for learn nursing?" queried Jules quietly. Jules had a queer way of pondering pver things and spring- ing unusual questions, 3 ~Frank-paused-in his trawl coiling. "What made her come t' Boston an' take up nursin'?" reiterated he in sur- prise. "Why--I don't rightly know. I callate she wanted to, an' sides that her mother hez married agen. Carrie hez bin livin' with an uncle an' aunt up to Lynn somewheres--they're purty well fixed--an' I s"pose twas them what wanted th' girl to take it up. Carrie's uncle is a manager up in one o th' mills, an' as he ain't got no children of his own he kinder takes t' th' girl. I er out 'twas them what put the idea into her head. Why ?" "Well--" Jules paused. "You goin' to marry that girl?" he asked sud- denly. i Shorty bluthed visibly under his tan. "Er--ah--*waal, I ain't prepared t' say," he stammered. "We hev a kinder understandin' between us, but I ain't given her a ring or nawthin'. She give me to understand that I'd hev t' git a vessel o' my own first afore I broached sich a question--but thar's plenty o' time for that. I ain't for hookin' up yet awhile." The skipper-came upon deck at this juncture and the subject dropped. "Git New fife "for Rheumatic _ Sufferers "world is not a lash--it is' the memory of i Foland other Tiers thel some day, when L git a vessel of my | und pes going te ~The shortest thing in the |; mosquito's eye | = the' Tote "aati « ? and Jules, as fie anced ab his dory-mate's rack, ant face, knew that he would-be left to Kole his heels alone for ano'her evening: 1 4 mE rx RG a-goin' up a ided Ehorty. "Buc aroun' ta it, ol' Sock, a3] ick Ang rare ¥: ne." ressing under ditfenitias among the shouting, laughirg, half-drunken mob in. he iorerestle, he hove His suitease into his bunk and poaped up the ladder, a Shoat licketa on his Jay -town, Frank, look undeni handsome and well- ie in his in blue-serge shore toggery, stepped gin- gerly up the b 8 of the hos- : "Nurse Dexter!" he whispered Ey Soe Dan ult 8, white-clad e a corridors: which Sno ii jodoform and disinfectant u reached the nurses' quarters. Here he was ushered into a waiting- unpapered walls and severe in the scantiness of its furniture. A matron- ly lady, ruddy of complexion and white of hair, approached him. "Captain Westhaver?" she enquired politely. : Shorty was taken aback at the title. 'Er--ah--Frank Westhaver, ma'am," Lhe replied. "I'm callin' for Miss Dox- T "Oh, yes," ied the matron. said that i Phe calling for her--here she is." And Carrie Dexter, petite, rosy-cheeked and strikingly pretty in her neat street costume, stepped lightly into the room. "Hullo, Frank!" she cried, her blue eyes s-spaiile with pleasure and the warm blood mounting to her cheeks. "When did you arrive in? This morn- ing? Well, well, Pm glad to see you. This is Mrs. Kenealy--Captain West- haver." And wondering at the un: called-for title, Frank acknowledged the introduction gracefully. They chat- Before Fran was down | sce th' girl," con-| ¢anth they | room, glaring in the whiteness of the tain Westhaver would bs] TE fou EE Combines pleas bi A Ear ¢ boon to smoke hot, dry mouth. + : ~h ure and 7 s §--the candy peppermint tid bit! ted for a few minutes, until Carrie opened the door, "We are going to 4 e show, Mrs, Kenealy. We won't be Tato. 2 ~- The matron laughed. "All right," she said. "I'll take your word tor % but we've all been young once. S¢e"n enjoy. yourselves now. Good-bye, Cap- hig mystification enough to ask Carrie a question. "Why th' dickens d'ye skipper yet--nawthin' but a common trawler. Carrie's pretty face clouded. "I know that, Frank; but I couldnt teil them that u to the hospital or' the girls would drive me crazy. They've gl-eard about, Jou and seen your let- ters, and when they asked me who you were I said you were captain of a schooner----" 1 (To be continued.) ete emma, Grazing on Dominion Forest Reserves. On the. <nomsagricultural lends set aside as forest reserves there are con- siderable areas, which have been de- nuded of timber but which with pro: tection will, in time, bear another crop. In the meantime, that the crops of na- tive grasses which they bear may be made as useful as poseible to the sur: rounding, settlemenits, the grazing of cattle, horses, and sheep is permitted under preper regulations. There are also other areas in the midst of forest reserves, especially in the Rocky Moun- tains, wikich while unsuited either for agriculture or for tree growth, are composed of fair. pasture land. To these also stock is admitted. The set- tiers fh the West have readily availed themselves of these privileges. In all the provinces the number of stock as- soclations has increased which is ine. catfve of the growing favor with which stock-owners view the co-eperative of forest range--Annual Report Director of Forestry, Ottawa. Ae Not Her Fault, Charles M. Schwaly said at a dinner recently: "All men owe their success successful a man is, the vledge this truth, Two broth Out in. the street, Frank overcamel-< call me 'Captain,' Carrie? I ain't no}. great part to their wives. The more | of readier is he | No Quitter. eo "I might as well tell you" Martie Hempel gaid in a sullen voice, "I'm going to quit. longer, and I won't!" Freda looked at her in dismay. "O 'Martie! And 'when you've been doing 80 nicely and have such a chance be- 'fore you here! 'You know you can't do so well anywhere else. I know, for I've looked. Why, you'te due for a promotion in two months" - ~~ "Promotion nothing! There are things that come too. high, and this of- fice is one. No place to go at noon, nothing to look at, nothing but dirt and grind and grind and dirt. It's got on my nerves. It's no use trying to argue me out of it. I'm going to quit." And, dashing past Freda, Martie ran: the stairs. Ee Freda did not try to follow. Instead #he went back to the office and looked round it. It was dingy; there could be was not half cleaned, and the windows opened on a narrow street that faced a dirty wharf. Yet the firm was well known for its fairness, and there were fine opportunities for any girl who would remain with it." But for some reason or other no girl ever had re- mained for long. 2 Freda alse hated the place, but she couldn't toss away a position just be-- a handful of « I can't stand 'it any| no twa opinions about that! The room" Vaseline | CARBOLATED ake'ft." The third apple blossoms, she put into a glass on Martie's desk. Martie scowled when she saw them. "You needn't think you can bribe me," she said. est "Pm not trying to. But-T don't see, why I shouldnt have something prett; to look at. cheeks." Martie did not answer. All the morn- ing che was glum. At noon she at Freda, who was setting a dal table on her desk. "What do you thi . you are doing?" she demanded. +. / Freda smiled. ""Not being a quitter. I came pretty near it yesterday. B They. just match y. it's cheap to blame the firm whe haven't' lifted a finger to things" : : "Humph!" Martie retorted. But} Freda suddenly began to hope. Minard's Liniment for Dandruff ih Lg AR ow i PETROLEUM JELLY Fre ou VERY efficient + [ A antiseptic when used as a first-aid dressing for cuts, i a tube in the house ~ for emergencies.