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£3? Christmas seems to be quite a long ways of! and yet by the cal- endar there is only five Weeks more until Christmas will be here. That is not too far away tor you to begin to do some had thinking about holiday gifts and it is so much easier to make right seIe-c- tion when you have plenty of- time. 'toholpou George WhitmoreEm “9,, , ... We have already made all our holiday preparations and the flock is now ready for your in- spection. We cordially invite you to call at your earliest pos- sible convenience and as often as you can. In extent, variety and novelty our present stock far ex- ceeds any other that will be seen in this locality. and our prices are proportionateiy lower. 8 zomvanv 33333:; C.P.ll. Town Agent. Buy Your Tickets Here mactarlane IIHIIII 9000 fill Soon} Be 5m Any item will. if you so desire, be laid aside for you. In case of dupiicaticm. gifts will be exchang- ed. We shall be pleased to be of assistance to you in any way. Pumps, Curbing, Tile In New Quarters Nu: m: (influx. 3!. Bridge Lwishtu announce to the puhhc that :1 tun now settled in my new quarters. T. Moran's old stand. near the Gunt- frmm St. bridge. wheregl am pl'opzucd to cater to the-in- wants in nlljinds of ('llst"!!! blacksmith- ing. All work guaran- teed til-stoma. M. D. MCGRATH Near the Garatnxa 3t. 81'!ch ANYONE 0x1: NEEDING New Pumps, Pulp Re- pairs, Cement Curbing or at: and 1 With that he devoted himself to 'planning out the watches. Soon he land the purser betook themselves to ithe depths with a roll-call. As they Icrept below gingerlyâ€"these sailor- men were not at home on companion gladders which moved not when the shock cameâ€"they met Enid for the first time. She. coming up, held the swinging lantern level with her face. IThey hung back, politely. The rough tones of the men were softened and harmonized by the dis- tance. It was a chant of praise, of thanksgiving, the offering of those who had been snatched from death and from mortal fear more painful tlan death. The singing ceased as suddenly as It Hr. Emmett and the parser wens warning the first watch. The lntermptlon did not seem to help Mrs. Vansittart. She spoke awh- wardly. checking her thoughts as though tearful she night he misunder- stood or say too much. Enid handed an armtul of dry linen to the damp. steaming women in the lower bedroom. She was hurrying out; someone overtook her at the door. It was Mrs Vansittart. “Miss Brand.” she said, with her all- sumcing smile, “give me one mo- ment." They stood in the dark and hollow- sounding stairway. The seas were lashing the column repeatedly. but the night's ordeal was nearly ended. Even a timid child might know now that the howling terror without had done its worst and failed. From the cavernous depths, mingling with the rumble of the storm. came the rhythm of a hymn. Those left in gloom by the withdrawal of Mr. Emmett’s lan- tern were cheering their despondent souls. Emmett Shoo-k his head. He mur- mured to himself: “I guess I’m tired. I see things." “Pretty girl!” he agreed, with crude- ly _emphatic superlatives. gem, of whom nineteen were women. :ounting the ,two little girls. and seven men and one woman from the steer- 386. “Please come.” she cried in her win- some way. “These stairs are too nar- ro‘: for courtesy.” They stepped heavily onward. She flitted away. Emmett raised his Ian. tern between the purser'n (ace and his own. “Wbat do you think of that?” he whispered. awestricken. The man of accounts smiled broad- Surprised. even whilst Enid awaited the older woman’s demand. the lil- teners heard the words: CHAPTER 11: MRS. VA‘NsrrTART The puraer. faithful to hia trust, had secured the ship’s boob. He alone. among the survivors of the Chinook. had brought a parcel of any sort from that ill-fated ship. The other: poa- 3essed the clothes they wore. their money, and in some cases their trin- Mr. Emmett suggested that s list of ' those ssved should be compiled. ‘ Then, by ticking off the names. he s zould easily classify the inmates of ' the lighthouse and evolve some degree 3! order in the community. a It was found that there were thirty- Ieven officers and m , including stewards, thirty-three on can passen- “It isn't usual on a British ship. for the crew to bulk so large on the 11st,” uld Mr. Emmett. huskily. “But it couldn’t be helped. The passengers had to be battened down. They could- n‘t live on deck. We never gave in untiL the last minute.” Mr. Emmett was going to say some- thing, but checked the words on his lips. “That’s him. It was a stroke of genius, his catching onto that way. He was as cool as a cucumber. Just looked up when he reached the deck an’ saw the lighthouse so near. Then he asked me for a rope. Planned the whole thing in a second. so to speak.” “He is not one of the ship’s com- “No, sir, a passenger, nevvy of Cy- rus J. Tralll. the Phlladelphian mil- lionaire. Haven’t you heard of Tralll? Not much of a newspaper reader. eh? There was a lady on board, a Mrs. Vansittart. who was coming over to marry old Tralll, so people sald, and the weddln’ was fixed to take place ln Pafls next week. Young Pyne was actln’ as escort." The chief officer glanced down the purser’s lists and slapped his thigh with much vehemence. “So the lad has discharged his trust to his uncle?" "Queer world,” he muttered. “Queer world." “I saw that," said Brand, knowing the agony which prompted the broken explanation. “An' not a mother’s son] would have escaped if it wasn’t for young Mr. Pyne," went on the sailor. “Is that the name of the youngster who climbed the tore-mast?” “No, by gosh! Here she is. marked 0. K. Well. that beats the band.” “Awake my soul. and with the sun “Thy daily stage of duty run; Shake oft dull sloth. and j:yful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice." CODYtlclt by new C All... ,9! Light Pillar E “I imagine I am the most' mysterious person living, in my early history, I ,mean. Mr. Brand saw me floating to- :wards this lighthouse in a deserted boat. 1 was nearly dead. The people who had been with me were gone. either starved and thrown into the sea or knocked overboard during a collision, as the boat was badly dam- aged. My linen was marked ‘E. T.’ That is the only definite fact I can tell you. All the rest is guess-work. invi- dently, nobody cared to claim me. And here I am.” It assuredly contributed to that “Yes. She asked it she might have “affliction which is but for a moment," ‘ word With you." \ that Constance should happen just He threw up his hands in comic deg. than to run up the stairs towards the Dd? hospital. Each flight was so contrived Tell the 800d lady I am up to my thatitonfvodacmsstwo-thirdsoftho eyesinwork. monumnninglow. _‘.-AAA‘ . I .m.‘ LI- _..- A- a. â€"â€" â€"- v-'- '--v _â€" â€"â€" superncww.monodmmsmpImmthiomemmempuo, i wny. Anyone unending nude n oom- MVO my Joann] to all. It there no plot. tum to tho right-about to remix tun I cannot helium-nah nnd In”. . mmummnmmu Coulnnodonpmi. me. In Not so ran Mrs. Vansittart’s jumble of thoughts. The plans. the schemes. the bullded edifice of many years, threeteued to tell in min about her. In such bitter mood there was no con- solntlon. She sought not to find spir- ituel suceor, but bevelled the cams: trophe which hed bemlen her. Such a message might well carry good cheer to all who heard, yet Mrs. Vansittart listened as one in a trance. to whom the divinest promise was a thing unasked for and unrecognized. After passing through the greater peril of the reef in a state of supine consciousness, she was now moved to extreme activity by a more personal and selfish danger. There was she. a human atom. to be destroyed or saved at the idle whim of circum- stance: here, with life and many things worth living for restored to her safe keeping. she saw imminent risk of a collapse with which the ne bulous dangers of the wreck were in no way comparable. It would have been well for her could she only rea- lize the promise of the hymn: “Our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh us a far more ex- ceeding and eternal weight of glory." Enid felt that she really must not prolong their conversation, and the other woman’s exclamation threatened further talk. “No, thank you. You'll excuse me, I know. My natural interestâ€"" But Enid, with a parting smile, was halfway toward the next landing. and Mrs. Vansittart was free to reoenter the crowded apartment where her fellow-sufferers were wondering when they would see daylight again. She did not stir. The darkness was in- tense, th narrow passage draughty. and the lumn thrilled and quivered The Opening of a doorâ€"caused by the passing to and fro of some of the ship’s officersâ€"brought to her dis- tracted ears the concluding bars of a verse. When the voices swelled forth again she caught the full refrain: She hslted, seemin'gly st s loss. Enid, striving helplessly to solve the resson for this unexpected confidence, but quite wishful to mslre the expls- nstiou essier, found herself interested. “Yes,” she said. “That is quite pos- sible, of course, though you must have been quite a girl. Mrs. Brand died many years ago.” Mrs. Vansittart flinched from the feeble rays of the lantern. The rest of the verse evaded them. Probably a door was closed. Mrs. Vanslttart seemed to be great- !y perturbed. Enid, intent on the oc- cupation of the moment, believed their little chat was ended. To round it off, so to speak, she went on quickly: Mrs. Vansittart was leaning back in the deep gloom, supporting herself against the door of the bedroom. Though her teeth chattered with the cold, Mrs. Vansittart could not bring herself to leave the vault-like Stairways. Once more the hymn-sing- ers cheered their hearts with words of praise. Evidently, there was one among them who not only knew the words, but could lead them mightily in the tunes of many old favorites. “A vague one, and this is no time to gossip about it. Can I get you any- thing?" And at that moment, not knowing it. she had been near to Stephen Brand. might have spoken to him, looked into his face. What was he like, she wondered. Had he aged greatly with the years? A lighthouse- keeper! Of all professions in this wide world how came he to adopt that? And what ugly trick was fate about to play her that she should be cast ashore on this desolate rock where he was in charge? Could she avoid him? Had she been injudicious in betraying her knowledge of the past? And how marvelous was the likeness between Constance and her father! The chivalrous, high-minded youth she had known came back to her through the mists of time. The calm. proud eyes, the firm mouth, the wide expanse of forehead, were his. From her motherâ€"the woman who “died many years ago,” when she, Mrs. Vansittart, was "quite a girl"â€" the girl inherited the clear profile, the wealth of dark-brown hair, and a grace of movement not often seen in Englishwomen. your ““0qu vague momma. Do you mindâ€"I find it had to ex- pmnâ€"yonr me in tannin, I knew iomo 'peopleâ€"cslled Blandâ€"a Mr. Stephen Bandâ€"and hga wife.” “Thnt is 30â€"1 think I heard otâ€"ot Mrs. Brand's deathâ€"in London, I (an. cy. Butâ€"they had only one child." Enid laughed. “I am a mere nobody.” she said. "Dad adopted me. I came here one day in June, nineteen years ago, and I must have looked so forlorn that he took me to his heartâ€"thank God!” Another solemn chord of the hymn floated up to them: in an unnerving manner. She heard the ciang of a door above and knew that Enid had gone into the second apartment given over to the women. Somewhere, higher up, was the glar- ing light of which she had a faint re- collection. though she was almost un- conscious when unbound. from the rope and carried into the service- “Let all thy converse be sincere, Thy conscience as the noondny clear" “What a romance!" she said, faint- “Raise thine eyes to heaven When thy spirits quail, When, by Iempests driven. Heart and courage fail.” count for. “Yes. She asked it she might have g word with you." \ He threw up his hadd- tn comic dea- Constance knew that the Falcon ‘was a sturdy steam-trawler, a bull-dog little ship. built to face anything in the_§hape of gales. “I came to ask if you Vansltmrt," she said. “Mrs. Vsnsittart!" he cried, with a genuine surprise that thrilled her with a pleasure she assuredly could not ac- M-.-‘ 'Aâ€" instantly. “They can do nothing, of course.” she commented. “No. I stood between them and the light for a second, and they evidentiy understood that I was on the lookout, as a lantern dipped seven times. which I interpreted as meaning that they will return at daybreak. Now they are off to Penzance again." “They turned safely then?” “Shipped a sea or two. no doubt. The wind is dronping. but the sea is running mountains high " “I will ask him.” she went on, hur- riedly, with an uncomfortable feeling that Mrs. Vansittart resented her ju- dicial pause. “Thank you.” To the girl’s ears the courteous ac knowledgment conveyed an odd note of menace. If the eyes are the win- dows of the soul surely the voice is its subtle gauge. The more transpar- ently simple, clean-minded the bearer, the more accurate is the resonant im. pression. Constance found herself vaguely perplexed by two jostling ab- stractions. If they took shape it was in mute questioning. Why w Mrs. Vansittart so anxious to revive, or, it might. be, probe, long-buried memor- ies, and why did her mobile mile seem to veil a hostile intent? “Hello, sweetheart. what’s up now?” he cried, in such cheerful voice that she knew all was well. Bay. “No wonder I was startled," she communed. “That sailor’s coat she wears helps the resemblance. Prob- ably it is her father’s." Her respite was of short duration. Brand, his oilskins gleaming with wet. came in. “That was exactly what I was going to ask you,” she said. “The Falcon is out there." he re- plied, with a side nod towards Mount’a But the fresh, gracious maidenhocd in her cast aside these unwanted studies in mind-reading. "He has so much to do." she ex- plained. “Although there are many of us on the rock tonight he has never been so utterly alone. Won’t you wait inside until I return?” “Not unless I am in the way,” pleaded the other. “I was choking in there. The air here. the space, are so grateful.” So Constance passed her. Mrs. Van-E sittart noted the dainty manner in. which she picked up her skirts to mount the stairs. She caught a glimpse of the tailor-made gown.“ striped silk underskirt, well-fitting,“ boots Trust a woman to see all these‘ things at a glance, with even the shift-3 ing glimmer of a storm-proof lanterni to aid the quick appraisement. i Then the loud silence of the light- house appalled her. The singing had ceased, or was shut off by a closed door. One might be in a tomb as surrounded by this tangible darkness. The tremulous granite, so cold and hard, yet alive in its own grim strength, the murmuring commotion of wind and waves swelling and dy- ing in ghostolike echoes, suggested a grave, a vault close sealed from the outer world, though pulsating with the far-away existence of heedless multi- tudes. Thus. brooding in the gloom, a tortured soul without form and void, she awaited the return of her messenger.. Ah! There he was. on the land- ward side of the gallery. What was the matter now? Surely there was not another vessel in distress. How- ever, being relieved from any dubiety as to his whereabouts she went back to the service-room and gave herself the luxury of a moment’s rest. Oh. how tired she was! Not until she sat down did she realize what it meant to live as she had lived, and do all that she had done, during the past four hours. Mr. Brand," came the desperate an» swer. the words bubbling forth with unrestrained vehemence. “Ste my iather?” repeated the girl. She tool: thought for an instant. The lighthouse Keeper would not be' able to leave the lamp for nearly three hours. When dawn came. she knew he would have many things to attend to, signals to the Land’s End. the ar- rangement of supplies. which he had already mentioned to her. and a host of other matters. Four o’clock in the morning was an unconventional hour for an interview, but time itself was topsy-turvy under the conditions prev- alent on the Gulf Rock. Constance, after looking in at the hospital, went on to the service-room. Her father was not there. She glanced up to the trimming-stage. ex- pecting to see him attending to the lamp. No. He had gone. Somewhat bewildered, for she was almost certain he was not in any of the lower apartâ€" ments, she climbed to the little door in the glass frame. As the girl went out of her sight 3 reminiscence came to her. the “â€"“Nâ€"o. ho." said the other. passing a nervous hand over her face. Con. stance. with alert intelligence, fancied she dreaded recognition. qu '-vâ€"-"- -'â€"â€"v “Then, why are you standing here? It is so cold. You will surely make yourself 11].” g- - n .A __- Hence. the girl came unexpectedly face to face with Mrs. Vansittart. The meeting startled her. This pale wo- man, so thinly clad in the demi~toi- iette of evening wear on ship-hoard. should not be standing there. “is anything wrong?” she cried. raising her lantern just as Enid did when she encountered the sailors. sprang up l LUVHD “U . odd note the win-4 2 voice is transpar- r 1e bearer. 1 0119.11! km | d herself ' tstling ab- ‘ peit was 1 was Mrs. ive, or, it 0 o‘~ 000000000000000000000 i mpmnfi ‘ k, 5211410 9 n and the ev:idem y 2 lookout, es, which :bat they GO TO Our Bread and Pastry are made from the best, materials that can be got. We have a. nice line of Hunw-nmde Taffiee. Come in and try them. Lunches served all hnurs. ... ..+++ §z++++++4+i+i+ .”.....n....+.a++++++++++++++++++++ 2 Matthews Latimé; ' o ommuwwwoo wuouoow BURN ET”? 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