The daily morning journal and courier., 1901-07-06

|
 by the wooden movements of my de.
 l1berate chum. But one day, relieved
 from the wheel. l came into the fore
 castle and found Sandy bullying him ir
 piratical manner. All prudential con-
 alterations were forgotten, and l inter-
 ferred, although it was like coming be-
 tween lion and his kill
 Black with fury, Sandy turned upon
 me, tearing off his jumper the while,
 and in choking monosyllables invited
 me to come outside and die. l refused,
 giving as my reason that I did not feel
 tired Of life, and admitting that l was
 fully aware of his ability to make
 cracker-hash of me. But while he
 stood gasping, put it to him whether,
 if he had a chum, any consideration for
 his own safety would stop him from
 risking it in the endeavor to save that chum from such a dogs life as he,
 Sandy, was now leading Jack Stadey.
 Well, the struggle between rage and righteousness in that big, rough man | was painful to see. It lasted for nearly 1 five minutes, when suddenly the big
 fellow went and sat down and buried
 his face in his hands. and was silent.
 l went about my work unmolested, but
 for nearly a week there was an air of | expectation about the whole of us-a i sense that an explosion might occur at any moment. Then the tension re- faxed, and I saw with quiet delight that 1 Rorison had entirely abandoned his hazing of Jack.
 | After most miserable passage of one hundred and ten days we arrived at our port, and almost immediately af- ter came an opening for me to join a fine ship as second mate. It could not be disregarded, although had to for
 felt to the knavish skipper the whole of my outward passage earnings for
 the privilege of being discharged. So Jack and I parted, making no sign, as
 Is the custom of men, of the rending
 pain of our separation.
 When next saw Jack, several years after, had left the sea, but on peril
 odical visit to the docksa habit l was
 long curing myself of met him, look
 ing for ship How triumphantly
 bore him westward to my little home need not say, but when in the course of conversation I found that he and Rori-
 son had been chums ever since I left
 the Magellan, I was dumfounded the more because, in spite of the change in Rorison after my risky interference on that memorable afternoon, 1 had passed many unhappy hours, thinking, in my conceit and ignorance of the mo- bleness of which the majority of hu- man kind are capable, given the proper opportunity for showing it, that Jack would have but sorry time of it after I had left him. Malvolio thought nobly of the soul, and have had reason, God knows, to think nobly of my fellow men, even of those who upon a casual acquaintance seemed only capable of exciting disgust l believe that few, indeed, are the men or women who have not within them the germ of as herioc deeds as ever thrilled the hearts and moistened the eyes of mankind, although alas! myriads live and die, wanting the occasion that could fructi- fy that germ, Having made man in his own image the Father does delight in showing that, in spite of the dis tance men generally have placed be- tween themselves and him, the type still persists, and self sacrifice, soaring above the devilish cynicism that af- | fects to know no God but self-interest, | bazes forth to show to all who will but | open their eyes that Gods in his heav- | en, all's right with the world"
 Two more strangely assorted chums | surely seldom foregathered than Sandy l and Jack. How the bond between the hot To 5 and a6uul1y | grew and toughened had no means of | knowing, for Jack was man of so few words that even my eager questioning never succeeded in drawing from him the information that I thirsted for
 However, to resume my story, the pair succeeded In obtaining berths in the same ship again, big iron clipper. the Theodosia, bound to Melbourne, I did not succeed In meeting Sandy be- fore they sailed though tried hard in my scanty leisure to do so. But l de- termined that when they returned I would have them both home to my It. tie place and devote some of my holi- lays to entertaining them. I watched carefully the columns of the Shipping Gazette for news of the ship, and sue Y l mouth for orders from Port Pirie Thence in due time she departed, to my great disappointment for Sunderland And the rest of the story must be told | IS learned 1t long afterward.
 It was in the late autumn that they ;ailed from Falmouth, leaving port on glorious afternoon, with that peerless weather known to west country fisher | nen as q fine southerly" Up the parking channel they sped, with eve y stitch of canvas set, and a great reigning on board at the prospect of the approaching completion f the voyage under such favorable coalitions. Being foul, the Theodosia made slow progress. but so steady was he favoring wind that in two days she licked up her channel pilot off Dunge- ess He was hardly on board before a , hange came. One of those sudden ales came bowling down the stern s Worth sea, and gradually the laboring , hip was stripped of her wings until in
 perfect whirl of freezing spindrift he was groping through the gloom cross the Thames estuary. But no z neasiness was felt, because the pilot ras on board, and the confidence felt in he well-known skill and seamanship | f those splendid mariners makes even he most timid of deep- water sailors gel secure under their charge.
 No man is infallible, however. and lst before midnight a shock, which hrew all hands off their feet, brought IJ ,fo -t I