The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1894-11-17

the hits or gray whistler and the canal
bonsst eve that barnonizes with tho IDEALS
of the story-beoks of inst what a sailor
should he
1t WAS SUNDAY morning and he wss drassad
in his best-black frock coat and all tho
rest Of the SUNDAY attire of any church. po-
ing cjtizen. vet there was something abou,
the .scut of his iib'' as he would have said
that sugpestdil I he rolling shin. the stra,ninp
canvas and the tsrry ropes.
In his arms he carried a large nile of na-
pers and magazines
'.Take rh,s. Jack. nv how, he said. IN a
loutish youne swede. who was ,ounyinu on
the broken sofa in that cheerless front room
Of that Fore strset sailor boardin. bousa
Tbere was a world of affactionate Good
will in his manner as he handed the fellow
a copy of the Golden RULE
There was a depth of tender solicitude in
his voice as he CLAIMED him on the shoulder
AID said .sRead it, read it. Jack. 1t win
trim your sails for the mort of peace.n
The half sullen, nan booty, wholly dirty
sailor accepted the paper with a muttered
thar lis and tried his best to smile his ap-
preciation.
He was a stranger in Portland. He had
never before seem the ssSailors' friend, as
he is called. but he felt no resentment at
the latter,s proffer of good advice and
friendship, he had been singled out first,
because he was a stanger. Most of the
other rosa in that dirty, comfortless sailors
abode were well acquainted with Mr..
Pickett and his regular Sunday morning
visits, for only Illness or absence from the
city had prevented them during the past
80 years. He went around to them all and
handed them something to read from his
pile-not a religious tract. but copy of
some standard publication. full of good
stories and healthful facts. such as the
Christian Mirror, the Morning Star, the
YOUTHS Compa nion, the Congregationalist,
the Christian Work and back numbers Of
Ii. er's Weekly and Magazine, the Century
anu all the rest.
They we're all accepted gratefully, some
eagerly.
.Hev We any of them with pictures in
emp said one grizzled old fellow. who
looked as though his next remark might,
easily be. if you weren't careful,
I'm smash yer in the eye.''
.Thankye, thankye,'' said he, as the de.
sired magazine was offered
Then he burst out suddenly with Eyer
good man. Mr.. Pickett" 81 hope am"
was the frank reply.
eff eyerybuddy wuz ez good ez you are
this would be better world"
The speaker didn't look equal to it, but
that ia inst what he said and he meant il.
IT. was the highest of praise coming from
sucb a source.
The REGIMENT straiehtened up little.
He was pleased and proud too. Who
whu,dn,t be? If YOU think you wouldn't,
,aader. i,,s only because YOU didn't see the
Inns and hear the voice that said those
words a nd meant them.-lips, more accus-
toned TO liouor and oaths than anything
else. voice hoarse with.drink and years of
anger and blasphemy, eyes, bloodshot and
dim and desraded.
"yon.re rio hi. nv friend was the reply
..wben 90 to Heaven want to sail in un-
der full cloud of canvas ard not with a
;nrv.rir.,
How they applauded, those hybrid sailors,
Danes. Swedes, Irish, Portuguese and the
rest. Il was q master-stroke Sailing into
Hea, en- under full cloud of canyasl Sure
enough. That touched their sense and their
haart He would he ,ralcoma to them