Norwich bulletin., 1912-03-23
rritten Specially for The Bulletin

(Written Specially for The Bulletin.)
 About time for the Line-Storn, Wife, said old Captain Champlin, ";.nd from the locks of the sky I think 1t will be an old-timer. The water looks like it, too. The Line Storm meant some thing when I was young but now it just threatens and don't amount to much. Just as well, perhaps. for the boys now days are no match for their fathers in endurance and courage. Give me the good old times when nlen had to work for what they got and were content with common fare and plain homes"
 Well Father" rejoined his wife"
 we have our share in the blame, if there Is any. We brought our boys up to an easier life than we had and were very glad they did not have to face the hardships we endured. They are
 brave lads and good sons, too, if l do say it, but l hope they are safe on shore tonight. The sea looks cruel and the clouds are angry"
 Well, Wife, don't borrow trouble. As you say, the boys are brave lads and good seamen, and their boats can
 outride worse storms than this bids fair to be-"
 For many years Captain Champlin
 and his wife had made their home be- side the sea. Their children, two
 sons, were established in the village a mile farther inland, and had often tried to persuade their parents to | leave the beach, but the plain, weather
 beaten cottage where they were now living gave them shelter in early life
 and they still clung to their home be- side the sea. Only a shelving ledge and long line of rock strewn beach separated them from the waters of the sound.
 From their door they could see many
 light-hOus holding up it's guide and warning to the passing vessels. The old people knew these all by name and felt an affection for them such as i they would have done towards near by friends. They did not wish to go out of sight of these kindly disposed neighbors. They well knew the lIoEts and signals of all the steamers that passed by. No, they could not give up all these associations which they had held dear for so many years. The noise of the surf breaking jpon the rocks was to them only a musical un- dertOne, except when a storm vas brewing.
 Tonight old Mrs. Champlins heart qUaked with fear, and she cast fear | ful glances 'seaward, and found her sell uFedulng -lne tempest as ilght set | in. The wind increased as the sun | went down, and their little cabin shook in the violence of the gale. All night | the storm rOared on; and Ihe hext
 morning, though clear and sunny | brought to them many token of
 wreck and misfortune.
 | Early in the day the sons came over l to see how the old folks had stood the | tempest. They found the old man | gathering the driftwood cast up by
 the sea, and were well laughed at | by their father for borrowing trouble over him.
 Never borrow trouble" he always | tCld them it's a poor thing to do, ''for l you know you do not want to pay ii | back. Borrow only what you can re- 1 turn" and he lived up to his motto
 His kindly soul saw good in all things
 even in a tempest like that of the pre- vious night
 l See what a fine lot of wood it has ! brought to my door, but I am fearful that something went to pieces out | there last night"
 Just then the incoming wave lai6
 at his feet @ ,chiIds tiny shoe. Pick ing it up the old mans face saddene(