The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1906-12-07
Continued from last week }
CHAPTER TX.

VI INC O4iluOOh uslus Drought
parcel of any sort from that i'll fateC
ship. The others possessed the clothe
they wore, their money and in SOM
cases their trinkets.
Mr.. Emmett suggested that list O
those saved should be compiled. Then
by ticking off the names, he coulC
classify the inmates of the lighthous,
and evolve some degree Of order in tn,
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 anC
one woman from the Storage
1T isn't usual, on British ship, fol
the crew to bulk so large on the list,
said Mr.. Emmett huskily, "but Il
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"
II saw that" said Brand, knowing
the agony which prompted the broken
explanation.
"An' not mothers soul would have
escaped if it wasn't for young Mr.
Pyne," went on the sailor.
us that the name of the youngster
who climbed the foremast?"
That's him. 1t was a stroke of
genius, his catching on to that way
out. He was as cool as a cucumber.
Just looked up when he reached the
deck am saw the lighthouse so near.
Then he asked me for a rope Planned
the whole thing In a second, so to
speak"
"He is not one Of the ships COM
panyT
mo, sir; a passenger, nevvy Of Cy-
rus ]. Trail, the Philadelphia mil
lionaire. Haven't you heard Of Trail?
Not much Of newspaper reader, oh =?
There was a lady on board, Mrs.
'Vansittart. who was coming over to
marry old Trail, so people said, and
the weddin' was fixed to take place In
Paris next week. Young Pyne was
actin as escort"
us she lost? What terrible thing.
The chief officer glanced down the
purser's lists and slapped his thigh
with much vehemence.
''No, by gosh Here she Is, marked
o. X. Well, that beats the bandv'
$50 the lad has discharged his trust
to his uncle?"
Mr.. Emmett was going to say some
thing, but checked the words on his
lips.
"Queer world" he muttered; queer
world"
With that he devoted himself to plan
ming out the watches. Soon he and the
purser betook themselves to the depths
with ron 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
".
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 Ian
tern between the purser's face and his
own.
"What do you think of that" he
whispered, awe stricken.
The man of accounts smiled broadly.
pretty girlr' he agreed, with crude
~ emphatic superlatlves.
Emmett shook his head. He muir.
INJURED to himself: 81 guess I'm tired.
see things"
Enid handed an armful of dry linen
to the damp, steaming women in the
lower bedroom. She was hurrying out.
Some one overlook her at the door 1t
was Mrs. Vansittart.
"Miss Brand" she said, with her all
sufficing 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
timid 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 &
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
ers heard the words:
Awake. my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run:
Shake Off dull sloth. and joyful rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice"
The rough tones Of the men were
softened and harmonized by the dis
lance. 1t was chant Of praise, of
thanksgiving, the offering Of those who
had been snatched from death and
from mortal fear more painful than
death.
The singing ceased as suddenly as II
began. Mr.. Emmett and the purser
were warning the first watch.
The interruption did not seem to
help Mrs. vansittart. She spoke awk-
wardly, checking her thoughts as
though fearful she might be misunder-