Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1906-04-13

foOCAS1uAS q WOIu Ol pLdAoO
OF MS own handiwork. He did not even
delsn to point out what had been done,
but followed with his head bent forward,
ms knotted fingers clasped behind his
pack. AS it happened there was no need
20 draW attention to such details, for
here again Tyars displayed the unerring
powers OF his singular memory. No tiny
alteration escaped him. There seemed to
De IN his mind a minute inventory of the
snip, for without effort he recalled the
exact state of everything at an earlier
period, vaguely designated as before
went away"
When the inspection was finished the
Two men walked slowly aft, and, stand
Ing there beside the high, old-fashioned
wheel, they gazed forward
believe" said Tyars, at length, chat
L have found the man | want-my first
mate"
Aye" said the old fellow, in a nom
committal voice.
A royal navy man."
There was the faintest whistle audible
IN the stiffness of the deserted dock.
Iyars looked down at his companion,
whose gaze was steadily riveted on the
foretop-gallant mast. The whistle was
not repeated, but the straightforward
sailor dsdained to alter the form OF his
twisted lips.
1 had" continued Tyars, calmly, "an-
other very good man-cook and steward
but he died of yellow fever"
Peters turned slowly and contemplate
ed his employers face before answering.
"Ay."
This fellow was just the sort of chap
| want. Plenty of hard work in him,
and always cheerful. Sort of man to die
laughing, which, in fact, he did. The
last sound that passed his lips was a
laugh"
AS they were standing there, Peters,
the younger, emerged from the small gal
ley amidships, bearing tin filled with
potato Feelings, which he proceeded to
father eyed his employer keenly, and
moved from one sturdy leg to the other.
He clasped and unclasped his hands. AT
last he threw up his head boldly.
"And the lad?" he said, with some
abruptness.
Tyars looked critically at the youth
and made no answer. His face hardened
in some indescribable way, and from the
movement of mustache and beard, it seem
ed as if he were biting his lip.
There's plenty O. work in him, an
he's cheerful" almost pleaded the man.
Tyars shook his head firmly. Had
Miss Winter seen his face then, she
would have admitted readily enough that
he was a man with a purpose.
HE is too young, Peters,
The carpented shuffied awkwardly, his
lips close pressed.
Have We thowt on it?' he inquired.
Tyars nodded.
''I'd give FIVE years O my life to have
the lad wi u.s." he muttered.
Cant do it, Peters,"
''Then [ Wilma go without him." said
Peters, suddenly. He thrust his hands
into his trousers pockets and stood look
ing down at his own misshapen boots.
The faintest shadow of a smile flick
cred through Tyars' eyes. He turned and
looked at his companion. Without the
slightest attempt at overbearance, he
said pleasantly:
Eyes, you will. and some day you will
thank God that the boy was left behind"
Peters shrugged his shoulders and
made no answer. For the first time in
his life he had met will equal to his
own in stubbornness, in purpose. And it
was perhaps easier to give in to it be-
cause in method it differed so entirely
from his own. 1t is possible that in the
mere matter of strength Peters was a
mental match for his employer, but Ty-
ars had the inestimable advantage OF ed
ucation.
The little boat was urged to the shore
in the usual jerky manner, while the
clumsy. red-faced sailor stood watching
from the deck. He noted how Tyars was
talking to the boy, who laughed at times
in a CHEEKY way.
cay" muttered Peters, with short,
almost bitter laugh, there's some that
is born to command"
AS Tyars passed out of one gate of
the London and st. Katherine's Dock, a
lady entered the premises by another.
They passed each other unconsciously
within a few yards. Had either been
moment earlier or a moment later they
would have met.
The imposing gate-keeper touched his
hat respectfully to the lady, who was
Miss Agnes Winter.
CTo be continued.l
Financially Speaking.