The way He Used To Do. Sometimes when I come in at night And take my shoes off at tne state, I hear my pop turn on the light And holler: “William, are there?” And then he says: “You go to bed— I knew that stealthy step was you.” And I asked how and tnen ne said: “'Cause that's the way 1 do.” used to Sometimes when I come home at six O'clock and hurry up my chores, And get a big armful of sticks Of wood and bring it all indoors, My pop he comes and feels my head And says: “You've been in swim min'-—you!" When I asked how he knew, he said: “Cause that's the way 1 used " ' uo, Sometimes before a circus comes, When I'm as willing as can be To do my chores, and all my chums They all take turns at helping My pop, he pats 'em on the head And says: “You like a circus, too?" When I asked how he knew, he said: “ "Cause that's the way I used to do.” And lots of times when he gets mad Enough to whip me and declares He never saw another lad Like I am-—well, at last he spares Me from a whipping and he lays His rawhide down: you * 'Canse do.” Foley, in the New York Times. that's the way I used J. W, H SPEAKING SILENCE PEP DW PW IN PGP Ps SULPNIPY Up from the eastern horizon, where midnight sea met sky, a sharp, silent, flery line leaped zenithward, until it ended in a burst of flaming blue balls. The portent caught the watchful eye of Boat Keep er Silas Eames, busy over the halyara. coll in the spray-iced box abaft the mainmast of pilot schooner Number 1. which for four and nights been cruising between Bulwark Shoal and Half-Way Rock Thirty seconds passed. Again. as if traced on the black areh by an in- visible pencil, the thin line burned; this time it burst in white. seconds more and the signal appeared in red. It was the familiar code of the Allan line, and intimated the approach the long-expected Saxon PEPE P NPD vd > stariess January days had of where soundly. “Turn “Boat's signals.” Taking from a ets, Pilot Somers was sleeping Hen!” I've out, coming he shouted. just seen her three rock red, the deck, against the V.shaped staples near the binnacles and lighted the locker papered respectively he the blue white and returned to ile leaned frig iuse, sparks Eames sent hav ing } liner, note Light, with wheel] replied hing at the compass to of Western Head slow for hot e¢ 12 glanced bearing went bo the and the iTen drowsy still “chalked” er in charge of Lookout Ze Half an came on five miles away sparkled Somers and the schoon nas Horne hour later, when the deck, the steamer's light red and green through he night-2lass A strong breeze from the north had roll ed ap a heavy sea, and flurries harbingered a Larger and lights, until ghostly prow, whistling snow. winter storm brighter them white-gsheeted shone the beneath loomed a with ice to await her pilot Eames had already placed a lighted lantern in cleats on a temporary af terthwart of tie dory. which was now swung the rail He sprang aboard and held the boat for Boomers, A stout pull with pairs of oars through a choppy half-mile brought them to a windless haven under the lee bow of the Saxon “Below there!” velled a red-faced, pea-jacketed officer behind the icicled aver two the dory between whisked a rope coil. it, and paid the boat back. until she was under the ladder end amidships. He then took two or three turns with the line about the boweleats, his companion shipped an oar in the scull-hiole astern, Watching his chanee, the nllot ed the man-ropes and the fey alde, Get back to the schooner as quick as you can!” he shonted to Eames. A sailor on the bow of the Saxon drop. ped the rope overboard, and the dory was free, As the boat-keoper sheered from the side of the steamer, a bull's the two rowers anly scrambled uy a cheerful burst of talk and laughter, The occupants of scme stateroom were celebrating their approach to port. Out whirled an empty pickle bottle, and dropped squarely on the lantern, smashing the globe to flinders and putting out the light, The unconscious mischief-doer with in closed the bull's-eye again and Fames jumped to his oars in the dark. ness. The breakage of his lantern, a longer row, however, for he now had no means of attracting the notice of the pillot-boat. He had plenty tern was useless, As he passed out from the shelter light of the schooner, which hs knew had run down in that direction after dropping the dory. But a shriek blast, thick with snow, blinded he couid not see ten feet, Al the steamer had disappeared: he was alone on the stormy midnight sea, It was no time for aimless drifting. Sweat-beads formed and froze on the boat-keeper's face, as he watched the steamer passing. He groaned in despair. Just then the hoat slowed down and Out shot the pale, trem- ulons beam of her psearch-light, until boat came Ten him. Soon a white ing that the squall would soon be over and that then he would find himself close to the pilot boat. Gradually the squall went by. the flakes thinned; the oarsman, who was facing seaward on his thwart, looked from right to left for the cheer- ing light. It was nowhere visible. He hundred greenish blur rapidly across the face of the wind. It port lantern of the schooner, With all his strength the boat-keen- the But his efforts Wind, waves and tide, were now united in coalition that could not He fought gamely, al though all the while conscious he was losing ground. Zenas Horne was anxiously striving up his lantern glimmer; but there was absolutely nothing the dory- man could to make his He might split his shouting, but against the gale would not carry a hundred Was to futile. his former allies, a hostile Oars, he do with yards, The and the light brightened, She some distance to the north- The green glint disappeared for and was then replaced by red; she was returning on the other Swiftly the eye shot wind. ! Ding-dong! clanged The an how flakes the schooner now ceased, west. a moment, single the Ding-dong mile to Grindstone notes thrill, was the bell on melancholy unpleasant rapidly he the Atlantie no real doubt aboard at last to windward in the leeward ledge Eames rr thoy Eave for hey told drifting out into Hitherto he had felt about getting Now, the pilot-boat a chill not night stole over him. What if Horne, after vainly cruising back and forth, should ion his quest! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! A little nearer and louder. How fast he was drifting! louder, ever nearer, pealed the melan. choly bell. up yet. Far in the northeast the pilot- boat had Hght still to Longingly safe 8 he saw how far persisted wholly from “a : i abar windward! following her almost due east, glimmering points, the corners an yellow above, red Familiar with the the of iosceles and green below. this Pet. one of her as he that government buoy-tender, craft, dorvman felt was the sure from trips of As nearly inspection § Was it would be twelve or thi off ; minutes before she passed. There was t t not chance in twenty hat she one a ueh for hir IH for nin would hail her attention? On Eames’ Come near *n How life probably i twenty years upon 2a single feasibl sxpedient, d., novel, desperate Ding-dong! keeper gw boat fowar The raight Grindstone ourse ex: ¥ opposite to painfull; tide #80 and strokes striven re enforced his he rove down on the clanging dell the buoy appeared, rocking white with the heavy suri rocks. as tiavnnd it gsevong it black fow holled over the Soon only a nosa of the dory eylinaer Eames, with his st true Just the prow were about splinter eon the steel, splitting his craft from stern fo stern, ue gave a skilful twist, boat shot by At the same instant sprang forward, painter in hand; the gunwale rubbed the icy feet separated the the pitching now in the ering-oar, held seemed from alert as it if to as He