The San Francisco call., 1904-08-21

Lord s favor and great power to heal.
He was punt fisherman. was Ezra
a young. big-bOned man. gigantically
framed, fearless in lop and gusty wind
and ussd to meeting the sea in all the
strength ana bitterness of its raging.
But he was cOnsumptive; a spring
gale. which swept over the hills with
an ug.y design Upon the Ragged Har-
Dor feet had cast him away on an
ice foe-a Sleety wind. with frost fol-
lowing ne was now i lean, gasp
ing wreck.
sure. 1 wants t get WELL" he said
to solomon Stride. 4 does that.
thinks thinks I viii get we'll. But
I wants you t know, Solomon. by.
that isn't Altered L ole. If the Lard
takes ue III be fair wiilin L goa. I'll
do nca grieVin', b'y--none at all, by;
none at all. But"
All. but said Solomon. Sure,
twill turn out all right Twill be
a."
II lis" Ezra went on. closing his
scrawny fist, If It's oanly a son, Sol
ONION. I'll get well. I knows it.
"Ay,' said solomon, "they's great
virtue in the touch o the seventh
son Of a seventh son. Tis like twill
cure you"
Just L touch the vicente finger O.
the bale" Ez-a slid eagerly. AN
twill cure you. they tells me, them
that knows-'twill cure your'
The Lardu send she a son, I'm
thinlun'," said Solomon, hopefully
II oar.y It's, was the wistful re-
spOnse-sif-oanly- tis-a soni"
The wife of Thomas Bow of Fortune
Harbor gave birth TO the seventh son of
a seventh son. Great is the favor Of the
Lord, said the folk Of that place But
twas a pity, said they. that twas at
the cost OF the life Of Amanda Bow, who
was a neighborly woman and a good
mother. There was a gale abroad that
night-a sweeping swirling wind from
the northwest. where the great gales
are Ioosed upon the sea.
''Tis SOM" thought Ezra Westerly.
when he was awakened by a great
knocking on the door at dawn. Sure.
It's Jimmie Lutte come t tell me the
news"
Again the knocking.
Ezra, Ezra"
The consumptive went to the window
and put out his head is it a son t.
Fortune Harbor, Jimmie?" he gasped.
The exertion Of raising the window had
been too much FOR him.
Sure, it's" cried Jimmie. Il heerd
un cry afOre I come away Quick, mani
Leave US get started. They fears the
childs q Bit
a gust of wind put an end to the SEN
tence. Ezra shrank from the cold, wet
blast.
With the help Of his wife Ezra
dressed in haste.
'Tis son, Mary" he said again
and again, Historically repeating it.
." 'Tis a son, woman. Think o. that,
'Tis the seventh son of a seventh SON"
Haste and hope wrought him into a
high fever Of excitement. He could do
nothing to help himself Petulant ex-
Carnations broke before him.
Hut, woman" he cried has you
nothin' but thumbs? That's noa way
L button a mans galluses," When he
was helped down to the wharf his
clothes were all awry and his wraps
were falling from him. Jimmie Lutte
lifted him into the punt and covered
him with tarpaulin.
Push of. b'yi Push off" said Ezra.
The punt ran through the narrows to
the sea, where a gray light was spread
ing over the waves Drive her. b'yi
Drive herr" said Ezra. Driven she was
that stout little punt. What you
can't carry you can drag" said young
Jimmie Lutte between his teeth. But
there was knowing hand on her sheet
ana uller, for all that; and in a few
hours she reeled into Fortune Harbor,
with crested wave at her heels, Ioggy
with shipped water and dripping wet
from stem to stern.
Thatn be the house. I'm thinkin'-
that wee white one on the hill. under
the bluff" said Ezra.
"Iss," said Jimmie. "Tbe one with
the crowd at the door 'Tis where the
child lies"
They met Thomas Bow on the nath
up the hill. Ezra was resting-to catch
his breath and quiet his heart. Thorn
as was downcast and bewiIdered.
rs you come t be healed, Ezra?" he
said.
Iss, by. Sure, I've come Z touch the
child. But I'll touch un easy. Thomas
Just as easy as I'm able"
viii you, now?'' said Thomas. run
ming his hand through his frowsy hair.