The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1917-10-12

They went at the task as though
glad of the opportunity, Mccain creep
ing forward on hands and knees.
There's nothing here" he reported
discouragingly, "but roll of tarpau-
lin, some rope ends, and the splintered
handle Of paddle"
well, what more do we want? That
means a sail. II we can make hole in
one Of the thwarts to step mast. How
much cloth Is thereY'
Two or three yards"
PASS 1t, back here; good, solid stun
that. Now. Miss Vera, whit are your
discoveries?"
She looked up quickly, her eyes
sparkling In the dim CLEAN Of the Ian
tern.
"A bag Of sea-biscuit, a small beaker
Of water, insipid, but sweet, some
strong cord, and brad awl."
Lord" exclaimed, "this Is almost
too good to be true. Why, we are out
fitted for voyage. However, there is
little use endeavoring to rig up jury
mast before daylight, when we know In
which direction to steer. Mccain, you
haven't been overheard, and, no doubt,
your watch runs; what time Is itY'
He fumbled about and found the
timeplece, staring at 1t in amazement.
Must have stopped, Hollis" he said.
mo, by jove, the thing is running all
right; the hands point to 1:30."
THAT'S about the hour. The COLI
sion occurred before eight bells, or
else Seeley would have been on the
bridge, instead of aft by the cabin.
Have you any idea who was savedT'
II heard the captains voice back
there under the awning, ordering out
that wreckage Darlington came up
from below and climbed along the rail.
l called to him, but he paid no atten-
ton; there was considerable noise
then, and he might not have heard
me-"
Vera was leaning forward listening.
"Did Mr.. Seeley leave in the boats?"
she asked. "Was he hurt?"
l tried to stop him from answering
by a gesture of my hand, but the man
was gazing out over the port quarter,
and saw nothing.
"Seeley-the second mate? No, he
didn't get away. The same spar that
got me, caught him, and he never spoke
after that; seemed like nice fellow,
too
Her face was like marble in the lamp
light.
"He was killed! Then it was be-
cause he was killed he did not unlock
my door; IL am glad know"
She buried her face in her hands,
and sat there motionless. There was
nothing l could do, or say, for I had
no conception as to what the man was
to her-lover, husband, father, friend
Truly only the last relationship APP
peared possible, for seemingly there
two. They were clearly not of the
same class, yet the girls sorrow was
evidently real and genuine.
To relieve my mind, compelled Nc
Cam to pick up panakin, which had
lodged under a thwart, and bail out
the boat. He crept about, grumbling to
himself, but did fairly good job. AS
no water oozed in through the seams,
we were soon floating with much
greater buoyancy, the planking under
foot rapidly drying.
The night was dark and thick, but
without rain. My wet clothes chung
to me In discomfort, yet 1 had
no reason to fear evil results, as the
air was warm, and the salt water had
Its own virtue. 1t was gray, CHASTITY
morning, the sky overcast, the great
surges bearing down upon us, ever rae
ing toward our little cockleshell, ter
rifying in their aspect. The sharp bow
Of the dinghy rose to them buoyantly
enough, but the broad expanse Of trou-
bled waters stretching all about, the
black, cloud shadows overhead, and
the little boat In which we were tossed,
combined to bring to me feeling akin
to despair. The only hope was the
possible Overhauling Of some passing
ship. but the lowering sky scarcely en-
abled me to see clearly q hundred
yards, even In the light Of the gray