Boys That Run the Furrow. You can write it down as gospel, With the flags of peace unfurled, Tee boys that run the furrow Ars the boys that rule the world! It was written on the hilltops, In the fields where blossoms blend; Prosperity is ending Where the furrow has an endl lory of the battle, Of clashing swords blood-red, Is nothing to warfare Of the battle-hosts of Bread! The g the banners of the fields O'er the broad land unfurled The boys that run the furrow Are the boys that rule the world! —Frank L. Stanton, in Atlanta Con- stitution. RRO TTAB NPNATSTSTPRPRGNA A Tube of Antitoxin BY ALBERT W, TOLMAN, (SUPE PEREPUPEPEPEPRPNPEIEIN One foggy September evening Ezra Morton's six-year-old Bennle was sick. Young Stitham, who for two years had been the doctor for Atlantic Cove, looked serious, as he drew the fisher- man into the kitchen out of Mrs. Morton's hearing. Of what he whis- pered, but two words matter—"“diph- theria” and “antitoxin.” To the townsman the obtaining of medicine means merely slipping out to the corner drug-store. But what if you dwell in the only house on an Island miles out at sea? Besides, apothecary never kept antitoxin “Just one tube said Doctor Stitham. note and passed it to Morton. this to my wife, and she'll the serum. Hustle The waving taree the Cove in my case at home,” He scratched a “Hand give you fast as gaso- as Hne can take you. Remember Ben- je's life is in that package.” In five minutes Ezra was round the point in his motorboat. } Thirty minutes to Blaisdell's wharf, churning ! fifteen to the doctor's house and back, and he was headed it again, the | package buttone wn in- side pocket In thick fog he gee a boat length. But His lant lighted Southeast by east a quarter eas! had steered It hundreds times Chug! chug! chug! Chug! chug! The Porpoise whittled the distance a: a six-knot gait; to Morton's auxlous heart she be wiling was In his pocket. What tor had not had felt it bulg age Crunch! man could He had the end of back, he had low tide when the ledge shoal craft Mechanically gine and st ved his boat, bj thme hal Te bottom, water watch posit, he fered out, blackness For ned. ) lv i safely hi into could barely what of that Compass ho the . ern the hug! down but seemed Bennie's life {oc He cour to merel; if the the package! ing squarely and his rose, Down sprawled the fisher engine Before he the water was spouting in nubble on Eager to ge the ext beside his rise struck a sharp Razorback forgotten on the dark i he ngerous ’ remely moon, to water ie reverse ti an- this Presently it gettled rising to his lantern had sput- aving him in absolute stood stun- submerged inside is nds he Helpless that rock, the precious tube coat. What should he do? Obeying the first impulse, he his voice echoing over the murky But was no response. The Cove lay two miles behind, beyond the reach of even hig strong lungs. Neith er could they hear him on the out- shore of Burn'coat, a mile ocean ward But perhaps some stray fish erman— Again he made the fog ring then stopped to listen; still no answer Zimro Emerson and Paul Clyde were night-haking, but they had probably gained the grounds outside the island an hour ago. Morton faced ledge nowhere The would water gradually bours he would bottom with his what of Bennie! The fisherman ly, but clearly. Soon he had exactly what to do. He take off his clothes. But where did Burntcoat lie? His compass, water-tight, would have pointed him southeast by east a quar ter east. But by this time the matches in his hippocket were soaked. He listened hard, ear to the water. Pres. ently he caught it—that faint rumb- ling of flint pebbles rolling up and down the island beach In the ocean swell. That way he must gwim. Soon his clothes were bundled. The package of antitoxin he dared no! trust to be watersoaked. So he tiled it on his head. Meanwhile the tide had risen slight- iy. His fingers told him it wag flow- ing in. Pushing his bundle before him he launched into the gloom. At a boy Morton had been fhe best swimmer at the Cove. Tonight he "needed all his strength and skill, By daylight, with the tide favoring, It would have been an easy swim. But against the flood, with only that faint rumble to guide him, he was fighting tramendous odds. The water was cold. Moron did not mind the discomfort, but he dread- ed the nmmbing that might follow. For the firet few minutes he made rapid progress. Occasionally be trod wat. a few sec on sent ea. there The face the situation reached the sur turn, and the deepen, until In two unable to touch Besides, tide soon be toe-tips rapid- decided began to reflected, not er and listened for the rote, Yes; | it certainly sounded louder and nears er. Encouraged, he swam ou again, his watersoaked bundle ahead. Suddenly his hand struck a goft, gelatinous mass; then another and another, Ugh! A school of sun- jellies. How his fingers stung and smarted! To his great relief he soon was clear of them. Behind came a low lbreeze had begun, Ezra felt a anxlety If the wind were might raise a sea that would drown the rote and efface his only means of determining direction. He swam desperately, throwing him- self half out of water, Hough! What wag that to his right? A momentary fear sent a shiver over him. Sharks, strayed north from warmer seas, had been known Inside Burntcoat. Only last week one had torn his mackerel-nets. A loud splash gent the water over him, Then a wheezy grunt. Morton almost laughed in relief. Only a porpoise, a “pul- fing pig!” The breeze was wavelets washed Louder grew their it entirely drowned the beach. Cold despair lay at Ezra's He could almost see the little cham- ber. with his wife and the doctor bending over the bed. He could imagine Stitham going outside to lis- ten impatiently for the motorboat. And all the while Bennle's clutch on life was weakening. Morton listened im vain. Wind and sea were too loud. Then he remem- bered that, as a boy put his ear under water, while a rade hundreds of feet away struck two stones together, and he had heard them clearly. Perhaps he might be able thus to detect the rolling flints, Dipping his left ear under and press ing his fingers into his right he lis tened Far ahead he heard it dis tinctly, a faint submarine thunder. Suddenly on his head slipped from the loosened string. He wildly, but it rushing. A lan. thrill of very strong, it Little neck. last on stiffening. against his dashing. At the rumble heart, he had often the packet under clutched Ezra was so badly frightened that his strength almost Jeft him. As well not gain the island at all as without the tube. Round and round heart-sick, straining the | fingers. He must Bennie's life, before reach. he apped precious paddled, water through the package, some billow flung it Before, behind, to right, clawed. At last his fingers it, bobbing the dark. Joy at recovery almost Ezra to his own peril trust it again on his head he placed it between his teeth his mouth uncomfort- water long ag it Hd Adis out of } to left in its blinded be sure, it held ably g0 that the in. 20 safe On he sionally listen for washed was ype, But no matier, in the gloom, occa ear under to He was grad- ually tiring out His strong muscles got drive Nim forever against ng tide Turning his he floated for a moment But ould not inzury The him avery pushed hrusting his the pebbles, could ‘he back ae swirl on ong current He moment wig must increased el. sweeping back. purchase idle by forts Morton fully an with brine volees of to wave, the water His mouth choked oould hear only wave answering feel only that gave him had pow been in hour. He the deep, He could cold splashing flood unwilling way. Upon him, the horror of the pit-like gloom, yield- ing clinging, soot above, ink below Although he had the sea snuffed ayes, dazed with began to picture st Worst of all, his dulled by constant submersions, josing power to detect the roll of the shingle If he missed Burntcoat, he would lose both his own life and Bennile's What if he ghould be suddenly strick- on deaf! What if a cramp should | ou! his absolute range GATS, were lantern, his blackness, visions him! Rain