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18 SYNOPSIS. Mrs. Kezlah Coffin, supposed widow. Is arranging to move from Trumet to Boston, following the death of her brother, for whom she had kept house. Kyan Pepper, widower, offers marriage, and la Indignantly refused. Capt, Elkanah Daniels, leader of the Regular church, offers Kezlah a place as housekeeper for the new minister, and she decides to remain In Trumet. Keziah takes charge of Rev. John Ellery, the new minister, and gives him advice as to his conduct toward members of the parish. Ellery causes a sensation by attending a “Come-outer meeting.. Ellery's presence is bitterly resented by Eben Hammond, leader of tne meeting. Grace apologizes for her guardian and Ellery escorts her home In the rain. Capt. Nat Hammond, Ebens son, becomes a hero by bringing tne packet into port safely through fog and storm. Ellery finds Keziah writing a letter to some one. inclosing money in response to a demand. She is curiously startled when informed of the arrival oNat. Nat calls on Keziah, and it develops that they have been lovers sinee vouth. Daniels remonstrates with Ellery for attending “Come-outer” meeting. Bilery Is caught by the tide and. *s rescued by Nat. They become friends. Hllery meets Grace while walking tn the fields, and learns that she walks there every Sunday. The clergyman takes « l nner Sundays with the Daniels. Annabel, the captain's daughter, exerts herself to make an impression on him. one notices with vexation his desire to get away every Sunday at a certain time. .She watches him through a spy glass. Na again importunes Keziah to marry him. He says lie has had a quarrel with his father,' who wants him to marry Grace. Ellery asks Grace to marry him. She confesses that she loves him, hut say® she fears to displease her guardian. Bikanah Daniels tells Eben about the ’Lootings between Ellery and Grace. Eb declares he will make Grace choose between him and the preacher. Grace finds him in a faint, following the excitement of Elkanah’s visit. Just before _he dies Eben exacts a promise from Nat ana Grace that they will marry. Keziah breaks the news to Ellery and later he received a note from Grace saying she> is to marry Nat. and asking him not to try to see her again. Keziah tells the story of her own marriage with a man turned out to be a good-for-nothing, &na who was reported to have been lost at ilea.'and of her love for Nat. whom she cannot marry because the husband is alive. Captain* -Nat sails for Manila to be gone two years. He says he ana Grace have decided not to marry until he returns. Nat is overdue, and It is feared [that he has been lost at sea. Keziah' gets a letter from her husband saving he is coming back. Grace goes on a visit to relatives of the Hammonds. A vessel living distress signals is discovered off the coast. Ellery goes with party to board the vessel. A man is found suffering from smallpox, the rest of tne crew having deserted. He is taken to an abandoned shack on shore an< * Ellery helps nurse him. Before he dies it is discovered that he is Keziah’s husband. Ellery, left alone in quarantine, is found wandering in a delirious condition by Grace. She takes him back to the shanty and sends for help. Kezlah ana Grace nurse Ellery, who is suffering from brain fever. The doctor and Kezlah spread a report that Grace and Ellery are engaged. News comes that Nat has arrived safely in Boston. The the wreck of Nat's yessel comes outhahd a home-coming is arranged. CHAPTER XVlll.—(Continued.) “Here she comes!” shouted Ezra Simmons, the postmaster. "Right on time, too.” Sure enough! A cloud of dust In the distance, rising on the spring wind, :and the rattle of rapidly turning wheels. The reception committee prepared for action. Captain Elkanah : descended from the cariage and moved in staitely dignity to the front of the ! post office platform. The stage, its_four horses at a trot, swung up to the platform. “Hurrah!” shouted the committee, its uninvited guests and . the accompanying crowd of Bayport men and boys which had gathered to assist in the welcojme. “Hurrah!” A passenger or two peered from the coach window. The stage driver Ironically touched his cap. “Thank ye,” he said. “Thank ye very much.” Captain Elkanah frowned his disapproval. “We are cheering Cap’n Nathaniel Hammond of Trumet,” he explained haughtily. “We are here to meet him ami escort him home. Where is he? Where’s Cap’# Hammond?” “Well, now, I’ll tell ye; I don’t know where he is.” “You don’t? Isn’t he with you?” “No, he ain't. And he didn’t come on the train, nuther. He was on it The conductor told me he see him and set along with him between stations as fur as Cohasset Narrows. But after that he never see hide nor hair of him. Oh, that’s so! Here’s the mail bag, Ezry.” Captain Zeb stepped the stage and put one foot onffhe wheel. “Say, That,” he whispered, “is that all you know? Where dip he go to?” “Well,” the driver’s voice dropped lower. “Well,” he whispered, “I did hear thia much. A chap I know was on the train and he said he see Cap’n Nat get off the cars at the Cohasset Narrows depot and there was a woman with him.” “A woman? A woman? What woman?” “Blessed if I knew! And he didn’t nuther. So long! Git dap!” The reception committee and its escort drove slowly back to Trumet. The Daniels following was disgusted and disappointed. Trumet spent that evening wondering what had become of Nat Hammond. Captain Zeb Mayo wondered most of all. Yet his wonderment was accompanied by vague suspicions of the truth. And, at eleven o’clock, when the village was in bed, a horse and buggy moved down the Turn-off and stopped before the Hammond gate. A man alighted from the buggy and. walked briskly up to the side door. There he knocked and them* whistled shrilly. ( A window overhead was opened. “Who is it?” asked a feminine voice. “Don’t be frightened, Grade,” replied the man at the door. “It’s me— Nat. I’ve come home again.” * CHAPTER XIX. Jn Wh'.cn the Minister Receives a Letter. John Ellery was uneasy. Physically to was very meh better, se mack

better that he was permitted to sit up a'while each day. But mentally he was disturbed and excited, exactly the condition which the doctor said he must not be in. Keziah and Grace had gone away and left him, and he could not understand why. Mrs. Higgins, Ike’s mother, was at the shanty and she did her best to soothe and quiet him. She was a kind soul and capable, in her way, but she could not answer his questions satisfactorily. He rose from the chair and started toward the living room. He would not be put off again. He would be answered. His hand was on‘the latch of the door when that door was opened. Dr. Parker came in. The doctor was smiling broadly. His ruddy face was actually beaming. He held out his hand, seized the minister’s, and shook it. “Good morning, Mr. Ellery,” he said. “It’s a glorious day. Yes, sir, a bully day. Hey? isn’t it?” • Ellery’s answer was a question. “Doctor,” he said, “why have Mrs. Coffin and —and Miss Van Horne gone? Has anything happened? I know something has, and you must tell me what. Don’t try to put me off or. give me evasive answers. I want to know why they have gone.” Parker looked at him keenly. “Humph!” he grunted. “I’ll have to get into Mrs. Higgins’s wig. You sit still. No, I’m mot going to tell you anything. You sit where you are and maybe the news’ll come to you. If you move it won’t. Going to obey orders? Good! I’ll see you by and by, Mr. Ellery.” He walked out of the room. It seemed to Ellery that he sat in that chair for ten thousand years before the door again opened. And then —— “Grace!” he cried. “O Grace! you —you’ve come back.” She was blushing red, her face was radiant with quiet happiness, but her eyes were moist. She crossed the room, bent over and kissed him on the forehead. “Yes, John,” she said; “I’ve come back. Yes, dear, I’ve come back to —to you.” Outside the shanty, on the side farthest from the light and its group of buildings, the doctor and Captain Nat Hammond were talking with Mrs. Higgins. The latter was wildly excited and bubbling with joy. “It’s splendid!” she exclaimed. “It’s almost' too fine to believe. Now we’ll keep our minister, won’t we?” Mrs. Higgins turned to Captain Nat. “It’s kind of hard for you, Nat,” she added. “But it’s awful noble and selfsacrificin’ and everybody’ll say so. Os course there wouldn’t be much satisfaction in havin’ a wife you knew cared more for another man. But still it’s awful noble of you to give her up.” The captain looked at the doctor and laughed quietly. “Don’t let my nobility weigh on your mind, Mrs. Higgins,” he said. “I'd made up my mind to do this very thing afore ever I got back to Trumet. That is, if Gracie was willin’. And when I found she was not only willin’ but joyful, I—well, I decided to offer up the sacrifice right off.” “You did? You did? Why, how you talk! I never heard of such a thing in my born days.” “Oh, well, I— What is it, Grace?” She was standing in the doorway and beckoning to him. Her cheeks were crimson, the breeze was tossing her hair about her forehead, and she made a picture that even the practical, unromantic doctor appreciated. The captain went to meet her. "What is it?” he asked. “Nat,” she whispered, “will you come in? He wants to see you.” John Ellery was still seated in the chair by the window, but he no longer looked like an invalid. There was no worry or care in his countenance now, merely a wondrous joy and serene happiness. He held out his hands and the captain shook them heartily. “Mr. Ellery,” he said, “as they used to say at the circus, ‘Here we are again.’ And you and I have been doing all kinds of circus acrobatics since we shook last, hey? I’m glad you’re pretty nigh out of the sick bay—and the doctor says you are.” “Captain,” began Ellery. Hammond interrupted him. “Hold on!” he said. “Belay right there. If you and I are to cruise in the same family—and that’s what I hear is likely to happen—l cal’late we’ll heave overboard the cap’ns and Misters. My name’s ‘Nathaniel’ — ‘Nat’ for short.” “All right. And mine is 'John.’ Captain—Nat, I mean —how can I ever thank you?” “Thank me? What do you .want to thank me for? I only handed over somethin' that wasn’t mine in the first place and belonged to you all along. I didn’t know it, that was the only trouble.” “But your promise to your father. I feel— —” “You needn’t. I’m doin’ the right thing and I know it. And don’t pity me, neither. I made up my mind not to marry Grace—unless, of course, she was set on it—months ago. I’m tickled to ’death to know she’s goln’ to have as good a man as you are. She’ll tell you so. Grace! Hello! she’s gone.” “Yes. I told her I wanted to tails with you alone, for p. few minutes. Nat, Grace tells me that Aunt Keziah was the one who ” “She was. She met me at the Cohasset Narrows depot. I was settin’ in the car, lookin’ out of the window at the sand and sniffin’ the Cape air, somebody tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up and ’twas her. I was sur-

prised enough to see her, I tell you. I Way up there at the Narrows! I couldn’t have said a word, anyway, and she never gave me a chance. ‘Nat,’ she says, ‘don’t talk now. Come with me, quick afore the train starts. I’ve come here on purpose to meet you. I must talk with you; it’s important You can go to Trumet on the next train, tonight. But now I must talk with you. I must. Won’t you please come, Nat? “Well, I went. The engine bell whs beginnin’ to ring and we had to move lively, I tell you. I swung her off the step just as the car begun to move. So into the waitin’ room we went and come to anchor on the settee. And then, John, we had our talk. Seems she left Trumet Wednesday afternoon. Got the livery stable man to drive her as fur as Bayport, hired another team there and come on to Sandwich. Stayed overnight there and took the mornin’ train which got to Cohasset Nar rows just ahead of the one I was cornin’ on. She’d been so frald of be in’ late, she said. She must see me afore I got to Trumet. “Well, she saw me and told me the whole yarn about you and Grace. She tried to break it to me gently, so I wouldn’t feel too had. She knew it would be a shock to me, she said. It was a shock, in away, but as for feelin’ bad, 1 didn’t. I think the world of Grace. I’d do anything she wanted me to do; but most the way down on the train —yes, and long afore that — I’d been dreadin’ my cornin’ home on one account. I dreaded tellin’ her that, unless she was real set on it, she’d better not marry me.” “Nat, I want to tell you something. Something that only one other person knows. Grace doesn’t know it yet. Neither does Aunt Keziah —the whole of it. And if she knew I told you even a part I’m afraid she would, as she would say, ‘skin me alive.’ But I owe her —and you—more than I could repay if I lived a thousand years. So I’m going to tell and take the consequences. “Nat, when —that morning after your father died and after you and Grace had agreed to —to ” “To do somethin’ neither of us wanted to do? Yes, I know. Go ahead.” “That morning Aunt Keziah»came home to the parsonage and broke the news to me. She did it as only she could do such a thing, kindly and pityingly and I made a fool of myself, I expect; refused to believe her, behaved disgracefully, and at last, when I had to believe it, threatened to run away and leave my work and Trumet forever, like a coward. She made me stay.” ■ > ■ “Did, hey?” “Yes. She showed me it was my duty to face the music. When I whimpered about my troubles she told me her own story. Then I learned what trouble was and what pluck was, too. She told me about her marriage and—excuse me for speaking of what isn’t my business; yet it is mine, in a way—she told me about you.” Captain Hammond did not answer. His good-natured face clouded and he in his chair. “She told me of you, Nat, all about you—and herself. And she told me something else, which explains why she felt she must send you away, why she thought your marriage to Grace would be a good thing.” “I know. She told you that that dam scamp Anse Coffin was alive.” The minister started violently. He gasped in surprise. it? You knew it?” he stammered. “I know it now. Have known it for over a year. My findin’ it out was one of the special Providences that’s been helpin’ along this last voyage of mine. My second mate was a Hyanlg Av “Yes, John,” She Said, “I’ve Coms Back to You.” nls man, name of Cahoon. One day, on that pesky Island, when we was eatln’ dinner together, he says to me, ‘Cap’n,’ he says, ‘you’re from Trumet, ain’t you?’ I owned up. ‘Know anybody named Coffin there?’ says he. I owned up to that, too. ‘Well,’ he says, 'I met her £usband last trip I was in the Glory of the Wave.’ I stared at him. ‘Met his ghost, you mean,’ I says. ‘He's been dead for years, and a good thing, too. Fell overboard and, not bein’ used to water, it killed him.’ “But he wouldn’t have it so. ‘I used to know Anse Coffin in New Bedford,’ he says.- ‘Knew him well’s I know you. And when wo was in port at Havre I dropped in at a gin mill down by the water front and he come up and touched me on the arm. I thought same as you, that he was dead, but he wa’n’t. He was three sheets in the wind and a reg’lar dock rat to look at, but’ twas him' sure enough. We had a long talk. He said he was comln’ back to Trumet some day. Had a wife there, he said. I told him, sarcastic, that she’d be glad to see him He laughed and said maybe not, but that she knew he was alive and sent him money when he was hard up. Wanted me to promise not to tell any Cape folks that I’d seen him, and I ain’t till now.’ “Well, you can imagine now I felt when Cahoon spun me that yarn. First I wouldn’t b’lieve it and then I did. It explained things, just as you say, John. I could see now why Keziah gave me my walkin’ papers. I could see how she’d been sacrificin’ her life for that scum.”

' “Did you tell her —Auat Keziah—when you met her at the Narrows?” “No. But I shall tell her when I see her again. She shan’t spoil her life —a woman like that! by the Lord! what a woman! —for any such crazy notion. I swore it when I heard the story and I’ve sworn it every day since. That’s what settled my ffiind about Grace. Keziah Coffin belongs to me. She always has belonged to | me, even though my own pig-headed- i ness lost her in the old days.” He was pacing the floor now, his face set like granite. Ellery rose, his i own face beaming. Here was his i chance. At last he could pay to this man and Keziah a part of the debt he owed. Nat stopped in his stride. “Well!" he exclaimed. “I almost forgot, after all. Keziah sent a note to you. I’ve got it in my pocket. She gave it to ! me when she left me at Cohasset.” “Left you? Why! didn’t she come back with you on the night train?” “No. That’s funny, too, and I don’t understand it yet. We was together all the afternoon. I was feelin’ so ■ good at seein’ her that I took her un- i der my wing and we cruised all over i that town together. Got dinner at the tavern and she went with me to buy j myself a new hat, and all that. At i first she didn’t seem to want to, but then, after I’d coaxed a while, she did. She was lookin’ pretty sad and I worn out, when I firsit met her, I | thought; but she seemed to get over 1 it and we had a fine time. It remind- ■ ed me of the days when I used to get S'ome from a voyage and we were to-' ’ gether. Then, when ’twas time for the night train we went down to ths depot. She gave me this note and told me to hand it to you today. “ ‘Good-by, Nat,’ she says. ‘Wewe had a nice day. haven't we?’ , “ ‘We have, for a fact.,’ I says. ‘But | what are you sayin’ good-by for?’ “ ‘Because I’m not goin’ to Trumet with you,’ says she. ‘l’m goin’ to the city. I’ve got some business to see i to there. Good-by.’ x "I was feet back, with all my can- 1 vas flappin’. I told her I’d go to Bos- ‘ ton with her and we’d come home to Trumet together tomorrow, that’s to- j day. But she said no. I must come here and ease your mind and Grace’s. : I must do it. So at last I agreed to, ' sayin’ I’d see her in a little while. She i went on the up train and I took the i down one. Hired a team in Sand- ! wich and another In Bayport and got i to the tavern about eleven. That’s [ the yarn. And here’s your note, j Maybe it tells where she’s gone and ; why.” The minister took the note and 1 tore open the envelope. Within was a single sheet of paper. He read a few lines, stopped, and uttered an exclamation. (TO BE CONTIKTTED.) REMINDED HER OF OLD DAYS Rea! Old : Fashioned House Cleaning In the City Interesting Because of Its Novelty. “There’s a real old-fashioned housecleaning going on next door,” said the girl who lives on the top floor, “and it’s so long since I saw anything approaching It that it seems mighty interesting. People move so much in New York that there doesn’t appear to be,any more reason for housecleaning. They have rugs Instead of carpets and they hang pictures on tacks and leave their curtains up all summer, which no self-respecting woman would do In the old days. “But next door they are beating carpets and painting shutters and they’ve hung all the winter clothes out on the lines and washed the blankets and .whitewashed the cellar and put the window screens out and played the hose on them, and you can just imagine how clean and cool and shining the house will be when it's all over with. Os course it is not so easy as the new way of hiring housecleaning companies that bring their air brooms and other apparatus that do the job up in twenty-four hours or so, but you cannot convince an old housekeeper that the machine way of cleaning house is better than the old way any more than you could make her believe pure too# pickles are equal to the homemade kind.” —Press York Press. Culpable Bank Officials Punished, j The tribunal at Bulach. near Zurich, Switzerland, after a three days’ trial of the chief officials of the local savings bank, which failed for the huge sum of $1,400,000 in 1910. involving in j ruin thousands of the Swiss poorer I classes, has given its verdict. Three ‘ directors were .acquitted, four were i sentenced to Imprisonment for termi varying from 15 days to three .months, whilst the cashier, Albrecht, received one year’s penal servitude. From th« point of vie’w of British justice tb« sentences are very lenient, but th« principal culprit, Muller, who lost all the money and shot himself soon after his arrest, was the chief manager, and the directors, who had too much faith in him, also lost heavily. Since 1910 several directors of this bank hav« died and a number of ruined creditor! have taken their lives. Why He Didn’t Strike. There was a large crowd at a beer garden restaurant in upper Broadway at the dinner hour on Sunday evening. Walters were busy serving all kinds ol dishes and drinks popular in such places, with hot sausages and beer far in the lead, when a shrill whistle was heard, and waiters in the act of taking orders and others delivering steaming and foaming specialties responded to the strike signal. One of the three waiters who remained, when all the rest had gone, was asked by a woman whom he had served: “Why didn’t you quit with the others?” He leaned over and whispered confidentially: “Dot’s like'dis. It’s better for me I have the union mad at me as de old woman.”—New York Tribune. Natural Advantage. “I suppose,” said Mr. Meekton, “it would he in a certain sense a saving of time to let the women run the affairs of the country.” “For what reason?” “When a man discusses politics he wants to stop everything else, but a woman can go right on with any sort of animated conversation and nevw Urop a crochet etitclu”

CAPTAIN SCOn’S FAREWELL MESSAGE > TO WAITING WORLD i /London, Feb. 10. —Among records raknd on Captain Scott was the fol- | lowing, written at the time he real- | ized his mission must end in disaster. ' It is his last message to the world, j completed while the pangs of hunger i and suffering from cold were slowly ■ i but surely killing him and his com- j ; panions: “The causes of this disaster are not due to faulty organization but to misfortune in all the risks which had to ' be undertaken. “One, the loss of pony transport in March, 1911, obliged me to start later ' than I had intended, and obliged the limits cf stuff transported to be narrow. The weather throughout the outward journey, and especially the long gale in 83 degrees south, stopped us. The soft snow in the lower reaches of I the glacier again reduced the pace. “We fought these untoward events | with will and conquered, but it ate ini to our reserve provisions. Every detail our food supplies, clothing and : depots made on the interior ice sheet I and on that long stretch of 700 miles i t to the pole and back’worked out to ! perfection. | “The advance party would have reI turned to the glacier in fine form and j with a surplus of food but for the as- ' tonishing failure of the man whom we ' Had least expected to fail. “Seaman Edgar Evans was thought to be the strongest man of the party, end Beardmore glacier is not difficult In fine weather. But on bur return we Sid not get a single completely fine day. This, with a sick companion, enormously increased oijr anxieties. “We got into frightfully rough Ice, and Edgar Evans received a concusi eion of the brain. He died a natural I death, but left us a shaken party, with j the season unduly advanced. ’ “But all these facts enumerated' J were as nothing to the surprise which awaited us on the barrier. I mainI tain that our arrangements fcr returning were <iuite adequate and that no i one in the world would have done better in the weather which we encounI tered at this time of the year. | “On the summit in latitude 85 de--1 frees to 86 degrees we had minus 20 !o minus 30. On the barrier, In iatij tude 82 degrees, 10,000 ieet lower; we [.had minus 30. On the barrier, in latij ;ude 82 degrees, we had minus 30 in | ;he day and minus 27 at night pretty i regularly, with a continuous head wind during our day marches. “These circumstances came on very inddenly and our wreck is certainly iue,to this sudden adyent of severe weather, which does not seem to have my satisfactory cause. “I do not think human beings ever mme through such a month as we Slave come through, and we should »ave got through in spite of the weather but for tbe sickening of a second companion, Captain Oates, and i shortage of fuel in bur depots, for j which I cannot account, and finally, jut for the istorm which had fallen on is within 1 eleven miles of the depot it which we hoped to secure the final supplies. “Surely misfortune could scarcely lave exceeded this last blow.” “We arrived within eleven miles of sur old One Ton camp with fuel for □ne hot meal and food for two days, sbr four days we have been unable to I leave the tent, the gale blowing about. I as; we are weak, j “Writing is difficult “For my own sake I do not regret l &is journey, which has shown that Englishmen can endure hardships, aelp one another and meet death with as great a fortitude as ever in the past. “We took risks. We knew we took them. Things have come out against; as and therefore we have no cause !or complaint, but bow to the will of Providence, determined still to do our best to the last. “But if we have been willing to give. »ur lives to this enterprise, which is 1 for the honor of our country, I appeal to our countrymen to see that, •hose who depend on us are properly I :ared for. “Had we lived I should have had a ] lale to tell of the hardihood, endurtnce and courage of my companions which would have stirred the heart of every Englishman. “These rough notes and our dead j Dodies must tell the ,tale, but surely, ; surely a great, rich country like ours I will see that those who are dependent j on us are properly provided for. “(Signed) R. 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