Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1906-09-21

I~udE purSer, IdltuIul 10 ulb tTuSts
Ill had secured the ships books.
He alone among the survivors
of the Chinook had brought O
parcel Of any sort from that Ill fated
ship. The others possessed the clothes
they wore. their money and In some
cases their trinkets.
Mr.. Emmett suggested that list Of
those saved should be compiled. Then,
by ticking OF the names, he could
classify the inmates Of the lighthouse
and evolve some degree of order In the
community.
1t was found that there were thirty
seven officers and men, including stew
ards, thirty-three saloon passengers. Of
whom nineteen were women, counting
the two little girls. and seven men and
one woman from the steerage.
1T isn't usual, on British ship. for
the crew to bulk SO large on the list"
said Mr.. Emmett huskily, but It
couldn't be helped. The passengers had
to be battened down. They couldn't
live on deck. We never gave in until
the last minute"
Il saw that" said Brand, knowing
the agony which prompted the broken
explanation.
"An' not q mothers soul would have
escaped II 1t wasn't for young Mr..
Pyne." went on the sailor.
us that the name Of the youngstef
who climbed the foremastr''
NThofa him xuoa NJ
genius. his catching on to that way
out. He was as cool as q cucumber.
Just looked up when he reached the
deck an saw the lighthouse 80 near.
Then he asked me,for rope. Planned
the whole thing IN q second, 30 to
speak,"
HE Is not one Of the ships COM
panyr
mo, sir; q passenger, nevvy of Cy-
rus J. Trail. the Philadelphia mil
nonaire. Haven't you heard Of Tra;ll1
Not much Of newspaper reader. eh1
There was a lady on board, a Mrs.
Vansittart, who was coming over to
marry old Traill, so people said, and
the weddin' was fixed to take place In
Paris next week. Young Pyne was
actin as escort"
us she l0st7 What terrible thing!"
The chief officer glanced down the
purser's lists and slapped his thigh
with much vehemsnce.
mo, by gosh! Here she Is, marked
o. X. Well. that beats the bandr'
$50 the lad has, discharged his trust
TO his uncler'
Mr.. Emmett waSsgoing to say some
thing. but checked the words on his
lips.
"Queer world, "khe muttered: "queer
world"
With that he devoted himself to plan
hing out the watches. Soon he and the
purser betook themselves to the depths
with a roll call. As they crept below
gingerly-these sailor men were not at
home on companion ladders which
moved not when the shock came-they
met Enid for the first time. She, COM
Ing up, held the swinging lantern level
with her face. They hung back polite
y.
"Please come" she cried In her win
some way. these stairs are too mar
row for courtesy"
They stepped heavily onward. She
fitted away. Emmett raised his Jan
tern between 1.-THE purser's face andihis
own.
what do you think Of thatT he
whispered, awe stricken.
The man .of accounts smiled broadly.
'PretH girlr' he agreed. with crude
y emphatic guperlatives.
Emmett shook his head. He muir
INJURED to himself: II guess I'm tired.
see things"
Enid handed an armful Of dry linen
to the damp, steaming women in the
lower bedroom. She was hurry1ng out
Some one overlook her at the door. II
was Mrs. Vansittart.
Miss Brand" she said, with her all
suficing smile, "give me one moment"
They stood in the dark and hollow
sounding stairway. The seas were LASH
ing the column repeatedly, but the
nights ordeal was nearly ended. Even
t1mid child might know now that
the bowling terror without had done
Its worst and failed. From the cavern
GUS depths, mingling with the rumble
OF the storm, came the rhythm Of q
hymn. Those left in gloom by the with
drawal Of Mr.. Emmett's lantern were
cheering their Respondent souls.
Surprised, even while Enid awaited
the older woman's demand, the listen
cts heard the words:
Awake. my soul. and with the sun
Thy daily stage Of duty run;
Shake of dull sloth. and Joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice"
The rough tones Of the men were