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Mind you, if ever you let Chorker know, he will never forgive us, ee he is a venomous old beast when ibe, roused. 24 | ee It was a morning of mornings even for that sunny latitude. The sun, not yet risen high enough to make __ his rays scorching, shone in a cloudless sky. The blue of the: mighty arch overhead was that of turquoise, but transparent withal. +The sea was a mixture of molten gold and silver, the wind soft and warm, yet balmy and invigorating. A raodel morning from Nature’s store of the beautiful and wonderful. ; Grief is not lasting, we are happy to record, espe- cially in the young, for which the Giver of all good be thanked, and the darkness of the day before was forgotten in the sunshine of the new-born day. " The air rippled with the laughter of the young and happy. ‘If there was a heavy heart, as there may have been, or a mind weighed down with earnest thought, as there undoubtedly was, neither made. themselves _ conspicuous in the general song of gladness. _ he shore of the lagoon swarmed with youngsters tossing off the apparel they loosely wore, and that ay _ done there wasa tearing down and a race into the pleasantly warm aerated MH! hs , small ty, we can enetly tilt it up, so that out he “There isn’t more than five feet of water where he . “sat ‘MEETS: A FIERY FAIRY. % rt “ Not that Lever heard of, ” peecad Terry. “Look | ing, quite a little fellow, who was timidly entering the A pie) 338, AvOD Changeling, firmly convinced that his services — would not and ‘eld not be required, was lying in _ the bow of his boat with his heels in the air and an extraordinarily black clay-pipe in his mouth. Old Chorker was, as usual, on the alert, fully imbued with the importance of his position as swimming-master. “Now, then,” he cried, “all you as want to have a little instruction—t.3; way. Them as can swim can learn aft. In the water, the fust thing for a l’arner is to try to float on hisstomach. He can do it if he’s got a hounce of narve, but if he is a funker, he’ll go to the bottom like a plummet, Heasy all! Simp- son NM ke roared out itie name of the boy he was addres 5- F: ts Al » ae ne Reg? J As AY ACA aR gt ; ; lal ; ‘ " ’ a fa te ‘ ’ YA i 9 | Ae Oe AT Thee : " y i ee Wa ¥ \Ay ; Hn ae oe ~ 7 2 Wey a et AUN) AGP A ia a aie Ns Re Vv bene 1) The OMAR, Wht MAAR E Ceke i water. The boy looked up. is “ Come along, with yer, as if you wasn’t afraid on ‘t eo it,” roared Old Chorker. “If there is anything as a turns me over and makes me sick of boys, itis to see them crawling inter the water as if they was afraid isa on it. There ain’t nuthin’ to be afraid on’—he a leant over the side of the boat and dabbled with the _ er salt-water to give force to his remarks—“ a baby, with narve is safe as——Help! murder !” | 4 5 ate The plot originating in Lawrence Terry was carried out. Three sturdy youngsters on the outside of the ws boat heeled it over, and Old Chorker, after a fight to 4 ‘ keep his balance, pitched headlong into the sea. bi He fell into but five feet of water—not much to & : swimmer and a man of nerve, but Chorker was a hum- ~ bug, and had not the least practical knowledge of fe -natation, nor had he more nerve than was reqgeietenn 4 for Gace occasions. In extraordinary ones he lost (0 it altogether. ca Floundering in the shallow water he roared for help cm as man had seldom roared before. cae His pupils, the learners, the young beginners, fled in dismay towards the shore, associating his cries with possible death by drowning for themselves. Rob Changeling awoke from a doze into which he had fallen, and, springing up, stared about him to see what was the matter. | na . Close under the lee-side of his boat was Lawrence Terry, who was treading water, apparently in the — Bats: highest state of excitement. ‘ea “Chorker’s drowning!” he soiled you go to his rescue ?” , “Well, ’'m blowed!” was all Rob Changeling said, as he seized the oars and pulled in the direction of the floundering swimming-master. a oy Al Up to that moment he had believed Old Chori anne ae entirely through his personal statements, to be a > ar ba wise - it 5 PAD oa = ae ee . +55 CO. oe 6c Why a Ran ; Wi? At wy ‘ a1) ; ily Co s master of the art. 7 But here he was floundering as scarcely morta) i bio man floundered on land or in the, water, and screaming — tae and yelling for help like a dozen drowning persons rolled into one, hit ae Whether it was generally known among the boys, ~ i i or only guessed that there was no danger, it is im- — possible to say, but on their part no attempt was made to assist the man who verily believed he was doomed to sink and drown Thetaskwasleftto Rob © | Changeling, who pulled with might and main to the ‘a mi | spot. Ae “Steady, old man!” he said, as he shipped the oars a in and, leaning over the side of tho boat, grasped the | terrified man by the arm. REA? Old Chorker, feeling he had ee tolay hold of, clung to Rob’s extended arm in the desperation of — despair. He ute upon bim with all his might, and . iy eK | | comicbo: (0) CS (alo m- . t b ’ \ai. f a Wis