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Now is the time to see the good-x. You rsn’t begin too early and we shall tah pleasure in showing you the goods whether you are ready to make selec- ‘lons or not. In New Quarters In: the Gamma 8!. firm. I wish to announce to the puhlnc that. I an nmv sewed in my new quarters. T. Moran's old stand. near the Guru- 'I'IKXH Sr. bridga, where I am prepared to cater to their mum: in all kinds of custom blacksmith- iug. All work guaran- u't'd first-class. M. D. MCGRATH Near the Guam!“ 8!: Brlige ANYONE on: NEEDING New Pumps, Pump Ro- palrs, Cement Curbing or Culvert Tile, see. . . . Mars “Jack is on board,“ she announced. "Of course he would be there. And "here is such 8 lot of other menâ€"halt EPenzance, I think.” ‘rmhopo’i Itnlwart figure. clad in ,9. was clearly defined :3 he stood alone on the port side of the Falcon's small bridge, reading off the signals and sending back spasmodic ; twittering: of the flags which he, also. ‘had Procured. to indicate that ench 9 word was .nnderstood. “Who is the skipper of the tug?” in- ‘ quired Pyne. quietly. Both girls hushed. ‘ “You mean Jack.” cried Enid. “H isnotthe captain. Heumotflooroi the Royal Navy. our mated friend.” ‘ 0 The story, if condensed, was com- plete. Beginning with an explanation of the liner‘s disablement, it dealt with her desperate but unavailing struggle to weather the reef, described Pyne's gallant and successful effort to get in touch with the lighthouse. the rescue of a fourth of those on board, the names of the survivors and, final- ly, their predicament in the matter of food and water. All this took long to tell. Within the lantern, Mr. Charles A. Pyne, appointed supernumerary assis- tant-keeper, was burnishing brass- work as per instructions received. He little knew the use which was being made of his name by the tiny bits of linen tossing about on the exterior gallery. In such wise, helped by a compositor and dignified by head lines, does a man become a hero in these days of knighthood conferred by the Press. Faithful to his promise, Stapleton was acting as slgnaller-in-chief on board the Falcon, so Brand might man- ipulate his flags as quickly as lay in his power, with chief officer Emmett reading the words at his elbow: there was no fear that any mistake would be made by the receiver. Even whilst Stephen Brand was sig- nalling to the Falcon, with little white flags quickly externporized as soon as she neared the Trinity buoy, news- paper correspondents ashore Were busy at the telegraphottice. and their associates on the trawler were eagerly transcribing the lighthouse-keeper's words wherewith to feed to lever heat the sensation which the night had pro- vided for the day. Not a soul in the lighthouse gave a thought to this side of the affair. All were anxious to reassure their loved ones, but, in their present moribund condition, they could not realize the electric effect of the incident on the wider world which read and had hearts to feel. Brand, toreaeeing the importance of clearneu and brevity, had already written out a full draft of his detailed message. Constance was scrutinizing the Fa?- con from the trimming-stage. Hear- ing Enid’a cheery “Good-morning” to Pyne when that young lady raced up- wards from the kitchen to catch a glimpse of the reported vessel, she dropped her glasses for a moment. The awful significance of the words sank into the hearts of the signallers. For the first time, the disaster from which, by God’s Providence, they had emerged safely. became crystallized into set speech. Seventy-eight living out of two hundred and eighty who might have lived! This was the curt intelligence which leaped the waves to fly over the length and breadth of the land, which sped back to the Stass to replace the expected news of a safe voyage, which thrilled the civil- ized world as it had not been thrilled for many a day. “Chinookâ€"Now York to South- -zmptonâ€"otruck reef during hurricane «propeller shaft brokenâ€"78 surviv- ors 1n lighthouseâ€"captain, 201 passen- gers, attic“. and crewâ€"last with ship.” Enid Joined her; Pyne, too, thought «3 could polish a burner up there as all u on the floor of the service- .‘uneneed to flaunt his flag-signals ) the watching telescopes on the far f promontory of the Land's End. ;0 Falcon, Itrong-hearted trawler, 1.3 plunging towards the rock when e first line of gay bunting swung or into the breeze. And what a .ssage It valâ€"in its jerky phrases-â€" 3 profound uncertaintiesâ€"tor com- mication by flag code is slow work, rd Brent! left much to an easier eye- ._s.'n of tflk with the approaching eeamer. “Jack it “than; .f stairs, opened all available \win- 3, unclamped the door when Brand c the order, and busied itself ex- :lingly with the desultory jobs ch offered to so many willing as. t was now, by the nautical almanac, ..:1 low water on the reef, but the .1g southwesterly wind, hurling a ny sea completely over the rocks. med that the standards of war and .we differ as greatly in the matter tides as in most other respects. «is the light increased it lost 18 .5t warm tinge. Steel gray were sky -.i water, sombre the iron-bound land, .1lst the whereabouts of the sun be .Le a scientific abstraction. ,Thure ‘2, the hellograph was useless, and and, helped by some of the sailors. x primrose light in the east herald- a chilly dswn. The little world of - Gulf Rock bestirred itself in its 2;) misery st the news. The fresh “uh, delighted by the prospect of Lsity, cluttered up and dowq the racy Copyright by Etched C Allen. CHAPTER x. PYNE’S PROGRESS Light Pillar Indeed, when Pyne did join them in accord with his intention, he soon per- ceived the extent of the new danger. The stress of the night had only en- hanced the need of an ample supply of food. Everybodyâ€"even the inmates of the hospitalâ€"was outrefigevusly two ounce: of meat or bacon, one poâ€" tato. and another half biscuit with about a wine-glasstul of water. For supper the allowance was half a cup of cocoa and two ounces of bread, which must be baked during the day. Not quite starvation, this menu, but far from satisfying to strong men and worn-out women. The Falcon, knowing the useless-g neu of attempting to creep nearer to. the Gulf Bock had 80113.01: vdtb her] How dreadful it would be to meet hunger with refusalsâ€"perhaps there were worse things in the world than the midnight ordeal of an angry sea. hungry, and _ the common allotment was 1111! a cup of tea and half ’a shio’s “Connie," she whispered, when they were safely out of hearing from the service-room. “I never saw a worse case. Talk about the young men sud- denly smitten you read of in novelsâ€"" Her sister whirled around. “How can you be so silly?” she blazed forth. “Why did you libel Jack so read ily?” tittered Enid. The other, utter- ly routed,, went on in dignified sil- ence. She did not speak again until they surveyed the store apportioned for the coming feast. “Eighty-one!” she murmured. “What a monstrous deal of people for a halt penny worthiof bread!” “What is the use. of repining?” sang Enid, with a iortissimo accent on the penultimate syllable. “For where there’s a will there’s a way. To-mor- row the sun will be shining, although it is cloudy to-day." But Constance was not to be drawn a second time. Her clear brain was troubled by a formless shadow. 1t banished from her mind all thought of a harmless flirtation with the good-I looking youngster who had brought a blush of momentary embarrassment? to her fair face. ; “Then I veto the idea now,” she an- swered. “Enid and I have had a most comfortable nap, and I am certain you have not closed your eyes all night. I will make it my personal business to see that both my father and you lie down for a couple of hours Immediately after breakfast." “Or else-there will be a mutiny in the kitchen,” chimed in Enid. “Sorry you haven't hit upon the real reason of my abounding industry," said Pyne, who skipped down the lad- der first to give the girls a helping hand as they descended. “Please tell us. It may be Inspir- ing,” said Constance. 3I'm going to ask the boss it I can’t take a turn as scullery-maid when I'm through here." “Guess it must be a national vice,” he said with irritating complacency. “Just now I feel I have a regular hus- tle on." “Your example equals your precepts. Enid, tear yourself from the attractive spectacle. There are eighty-one rav- enous peop}e to be fed.” “Such energy must be very wear- ing,” she said. “It isâ€"tor the other man." “But in your case it is unnecessary- My father believes we will be here at least forty-eight hours.” Then she be- came conscious that again she had not said exactly what she meant to say. “So you, at any rate, need not wear your fingers to the bone,” she added, hurriedly. “As for you," she said, “I never saw anyone work so hard with less need." He critically examined the shining burner. She almost resigned the contest. That unhappy explanation had deliv- ered her bound into his hands. Yet she strove desperately to keep up the pretence that their spoken words had no ulterior significance. “We Americans are taught to be strenuous," he said smilingly. “That is the only way you can cut in ahead of the other fellow nowadays, Miss Brand.” Then she glanced with cold self- posseulon at Pyne, who was whistling softly between his teeth as he plied the duster. “We are shamefully wasting pre clous minutes here," she said. “Enid, you and I ought to be in the kitchen." Constance, who wanted to pinch Enid severely, had reverted to her normal healthy hue by this time. She dropped her glasses. “He promised to take us for a drive to-day. That is the dot and dash a1- phabet father and he are using. If dad requires all the dots I’m sure Jack is monopolizing the dashes. He must be furious about this gale.” Constance suddenly felt her neck and face aflame. Pyne was standing on her left, Enid on her right. The quiet Jubilation of Pyne’s voice was so unmistakable that Enid, for one in.- Itant withdrew her eyes from the dis- tant ship. A retort was quick on her lips, until she bethought her that the American'3 statement might have two meanings. Being tactful withal, she chose her words whilst she bubBIed forth: a_:-ident that he'didâ€"not aceompany us a, the rock yesterday. Connie would not Lt him come.” “Ah," said Pyne. “I forbade him.” explained Con- s’ance, “because he has only three Cays’ leave from his ship, and I thought he should give the first after- novn to his mother instead of playing poodle for Enid." “How dare you call Jack a DOOdle?” was the indignant exclamation. “Allow me,” drawied Pyne. “I’m very glad you classified him." went on P'yne. b'reafhin‘g oh tfie‘cbpper disc in his hands to test its cleameaa “We will introduce you, even at thin distance," said Constance, airily. “Mr. Pyneâ€"this is Lieutenant John Percival Stanhope, only son of the late Sir Charles and Lady Margaret Stan. hope, of Tregarthen Lodge. Penzance, one of the best and dearest of fellow: who ever lived.” Enid. to whom the mere sight of the sr‘ea'ner had restored all her vitality, gaggied Joymsiy. "You knc av, Mr. Pyne, we all love 3:1 _as the song says. It was a mere “It must be nice to be : friend of yours, Miss Brand, it you always talk about the favored person in that way," said Pyne. rubbing industriously. For the midday meal there would be TB'E DURHAM CHRONICLE “Slightl? better," he announced. ' “If only the wind would go down. or even change to the norrard!" “It would beat down the sea. to some extent and then they might be able to ; drift 0 buoy, with a rope attachot; close enough to the rock at low tide,‘ to enable us to reach it with 3 out! of Q, monliog iron." I : q t I lleved himself by the change of topic. ’ l . 0.! Oodinned on page I. Brand finished the morsel of biscuit and drank the cup dry. “It’s a first-rate propositionâ€"when {on are accustomed to it,” said Pynze. But talking about eating when there’s little to eat is a pgor business, any- way. Don’t you fin that?” “I do indeed." Brand rose and tapped the bantme ter, adjusting the sliding scale to tend the tenths. “I don’t deny," admitted Pyne, “that the idea of a steak sounds good. That is, you know.” he went on languidly “it. might sort of appeal to me abth one o'clock.” “I should have thought you could do with one now, especially after the hard night we have gone through. Perhaps you are a believer in the French system, and prefer a light br ‘akfast.” “There you are fortunate. There is usually a wretched little fiend in a man's inner consciousness which prompts him to desire the unattain- able. Now, I am a poor eater as a rule. yet this morning I feel I could tackle the toughest steak ever cut off a super- annuated cow." He regained the service-room to find Brand steeping the remains at his biscuit in an almost empty cup. The lighthouse-keeper greeted his young friend with a smile. “I suppose that you, like the rest of us, never had such an appetite in all your days?" he said. “Oh, I’m pretty well fixed,” said Pyne, with responsive grin. “Your mamma ls asleep,” he assur- ed them in a whisper on the next land- ing. “She just can't be woke up for quite a long time." Then he navigated them to the door of the second bedroom, where Mrs. Taylor was. He broke the hard b.8- cnlt in two pieces and gave one to each child. “Well, now, you wait a. little bit, and you’ll be tickled to death to see what I’ll bring you. But drink the tea. It’s good an’ hot. Skip inside, both of you." “Didn't I tell you those two little clears w'ould do their own business best." “Come along, Elsie," he said, crook- ing his left arm for her. “Follow close. Mamie. Mind you don‘t fall.” “Here, Mamie. you carry the cup. and go shares in the tea.” “I don’t like tea." protested Mamie. “It I can’t have coffee I want some milk." He held the door partly open and they vanished. He heard Mrs. Taylor So, they were permitted to leave their refuge, with the kindly belief that they would come to no harm and perchance obtain a further supply from one. 01 those sweet-faced girls who explained so gently that the ra- tions must run short for the common good. ma ?" Pyne glanced up at the lantern. Outside he could see Brand hauling down the signal. He sprang to the tray and secured his half biscuit and tea cup. “Mamie came to my room for break- fast.” explained Elsie at last. “We'a awful hungry, an' when we axed for ’nother bimt Mrs. Taylor she began to cry. An’ when 1 said we'd go and find mamma she cried some more." Pyne needed no further explanation. The little-ones had lost their mother; her disfigured body, broken out of all recognition, was tossing about some- where in the under-currents of the Channel. None of the women dared to tell the chizdren the truth, and it was a heart-rending task to deny them food. “You've got it down to a fine point, Elsie,” he said. “But what in the world are those women-folk thinking of to let you and Mamie run loose about the place." d _\ Elsie did not answer until Mamie stood by her side. Judged by appear- ances, Mamie was a year younger. Apart from the nasty bruise on EISie’B left arm and shoulder, the children had escaped {mm the horrors of the wreck almost unscathed in body and certainly untroubled in mind. “Yes. We’s awful hungry," agreed Mamie. “An’ please, where’s mam- “I’Se all right, Mr. Pyne,” she an- nounced with an air of great dignity. "I make one step at. a time Then I ketch the rail. See?” "1 guezs :1. at bouquet won‘t spoil for keeping... ' he sail to himself. “1’11 just iay airmail :;.:d 1:01: at it xntil the boss t;~.:it.8 matrix. speeches by the yard." 'A couple. *j minutes passtd. Brand was hoistinig the last line of flags, when the American heard faltering footsteps on (1.1-. stairs. “Don’t fo‘iow so close, Mamie,” said a chins voice. “My arm hurts just ’mzft‘ ior anything when I n.o.e.” A towz1_c’. head of golden hair emerged into the tight. It was one of the two littie girls, whom Pyne had not seen since they were swung aloft from the sloping deck of the Chinook. Their astonishment was mutual. The child, aged about eight, recog- nized in him a playmate of the fine days on board ship. She turned with confident cry. “I told you so, Mamie. It was up. You said down. Here’s the big glass mouseâ€"and Mr. Pyne.” "VS-he quiclâ€"zened her speed though her left arm was in a sling. Pyne, dread- ing lest she should fall, hastened to help her. Stanhope’s last message was one of assurance. He would do all that lay in man's power. The lighthouse soon quieted down to a state of passive re- action. Pync. refusing to he serxed earlier, carried his own and Brands scanty meal on a tray to the service- The unweariéd lighthouse-keeper was on the balcony, answering a kind- ‘sy signal hum the Land’s and, White the coast-guards were not yet in pos- session of the news from Penzance. He 1:5 ("ed file may on the writing- desk a;.d co ntemp ated its contents ruefull). budget ' TO Our Bread and Pastry are made from the best materiali that can be got. We have a nice line of Home-made Taffies. Come in and try them. Lunches served all holll'l. +WW+W+WW s 5- 5 at V ‘5‘ I u u vun nUmn li‘uwo;u‘ "Bl-aulphide of carbon is a soh'rm, .d the fatty acids of must Van-ml... can be isolated by trvatmom \u 3:. I “I! Duperoheated to about mm (in; N Fahrenheit." ' Mini-M. . ’ ll Band threw out his hands. with 3 41M mq-WWW “1° ‘9'““9 0’ “HIMâ€"“M“; 3““ ”m ' Ion Constance appran d. I I I ' ' ”*“WW “Dad." she (-md. ”did um Mr. 1"»... U1 you of my throat “NO. dear ()Lc. GO To B . ~70! Of you. 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Impossible, Conmo.“ ' u It is not impossxble. and this .‘D but hour nvailaale. You km)“- Wll that {he I-‘almn will remrn ' u ther. And you must rest. can well that UH: r ‘ filth water. Anc‘ M know." “I hustled about. “Wife who Ulldt I! of lookmg after Minx puzzled b “It. Pyne," she 11 ll cup?" “uh-took it do l I llveuc: mm.-. b lucky chance I have an umpie I! of tobacco. It will keep the L; quiet.” he said. “By the way," to fitted a quick glance at Pym». hing about chemis- W the scoop 'yllu menu thnt we could be ter- I {it miner by that means?" I ll Choolutely out of the ques- lfll the wenther moderates to a xtent than I dare hope at E pt mun. after a pause. lwked fit each other. The I! lodge that 111 true men have at kind leaped from eye to eye. lib tint bud.” answered Brand. to moistened his lips. He pro- 1 I use contuning two ctgnrs. PILLAR OF LIGHT t it down." he ”9‘ I' come reason. Com“ (In! she had turm since their 133! u not know WM- 3‘ It out. . the kitchen. I“ you bmught up your brea ' u M’s on the same tray." 1 F Unnamed alone." remarke ’Illly. “Hr. Pyne 1nd teaswq . II bud not.” pent-fed Coq e c '. “Sm III." oh ”It? 0011100.!" no” he uid weakly. “I did n< I-plrtlculu'ly hungry. I I ”t those two little girls foe u (or an extra supply, l-â€"-er I ”body would mind uâ€"erâ€" In!" aid Constance. “He 1: I (m outing. But. before 3 A"... w 3 word In an In no (We; digcrimf 3'! shunted mm ave your who has “:‘47 to its durability. u. but for 83“; the Km. and no" he prhinbd. Consume felt in- turned the ables hit mnoonu'e. with (he sir of I mtood the whole oonwludon. s course I “when desirable vegcubi Then Concrc‘ But