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TREASURE OF THE SEA *f (f-y CtOM nut iron nut mi Tte craw at a small aaiUat rraacl k ka Carlkkaaa pick ap Dick Jartu. term aw a raft. Dlak raalftaa tkat ka It amour aw wka ara rlrtaallp pirataa. Ttey coma apaw a Srtfttei ackaawcr. wkk awlp two poopta akaart. Tkap ara ka traaaut captete ate kla Saapk ?r. Koaa. Toe a, tka ptrala captala. at laaapu la lake ite irkiaatr ky tone, kat 0 trtoaa a* kp ftoaa. aailitae kj Dick. lwk| am kUkv Taca rataraa cat ??op take DM ate koaa prtaoaer. Taca ?tew korlaa eearcklat tka aktp tar tka ?troaaora." Taca taaDj laaraa wltk aatklap. ka lakaa Dick wttk ktm, kat Dick aacapaa ate awlma kack, la ftte koaa kattUat a klack pirate. CHAPTER VII The shock of the explosion star tled Dick so that hit hands uncon sciously relaxed their grip and the big Carib rolled from him. He was so dazed that it took him some time to realize that Rose had come to his assistance at the critical mo ment, putting the Carib where he could commit no further deviltry, with a bullet through his brain. Captain Bedford had been knocked on the head and left for dead by the Caribs before they attacked Rose in the cabin. They found him hunchbd up in the scuppers, where the sea brine was threatening to finish what the blow on the head had failed to do. They carried him to the cabin and placed him on a bed, and, while Rose worked over him to restore him to consciousness, Dick quietly re moved the dead bodies of the Caribs and dropped them into the sea. With this unpleasant task finished he glanced at the sky before return ing. The schooner was laboring heavily in the sea, rolling and plung ing like an old bull walrus, every seam groaning under the strain. The gale was playing havoc with what was left of the sails and rig ging. "This means her finish," he mut tered. "She can never ride through a second storm." He returned to the cabin where Rose had partly revived her father through the liberal use of his favor ite stimulant. He was far from be ing dead. It took more than a Carib's bludgeon to kill the doughty New England skipper, bom and bred on the water, giving and receiving blows as a part of his daily life for half a century or more. Rose glanced up at his entrance and smiled. "He'll recover," she said simply. Dick nodded gravely, but did not return the smile. He was worried, and could not conceal the fact from her. "What're we going to do?" he asked. "The schooner is rocking and shaking like an old man with the ague. She'll never hold together until morning." "ine Betty of New London," she replied slowly, ? (leant of pride in her face, "was built in the days when ships were made to hold to gether and not fall apart in the first storm. Her keel's of hard white oak, and her ribs of the best hack matack. She'll ride through this storm as she did the other." "We'll pull through," he said, "but it's going to be a narrow squeeze. The wind's blowing great guns, and the seas are playing the devil with the wreckage?using it as a ram to batter in the sides." "Yes, but we can stop that. Were you ever a sailor?" Dick shook his head. "Nothing but an amateur. I could sail a yacht, and maybe qualify for a second-rate seaman. That's about all." "Then I'll take command," she replied quietly. "You'll take orders from me?" "Ayel Aye! At your service, Cap tain Rose!" He touched his forehead in salute and clicked his heels in true mili tary form. Her face was very grave, not a flicker of a smile lighting it up. They Rig Up a Sea Anchor "It's going to be a hard night for both of us," she went on. "We can't raise any of the sails, and if we could the wind would blow them to tatters. But the schooner's wal lowing broadside to the waves. We must stop that or we'll go under." "Quite right. Captain. But how are we' going to do it? She won't obey her rudder with any sail." "No," she answered shortly. "But there's that wreckage. It may save us yet. We must get axes and clear it away before it's too late." "Ayel Aye, Captain. But you mustn't risk your life in that work. Let me do it." She made no reply, but began pulling an oiled slicker over her shoulders, nodding to Dick to do the same. She selected two stout axes from a rack, and after handing one to him started for the companion. Dick started to protest. "This isn't your work. Rose. Leave it to me. I'U follow orders." "Then do as I do," she replied curtly. Her plan was simple in explana tion but difficult of execution. The schooner was wallowing loggily in the seas, half buried at times by the brine, but the crash of the wreck age against the outboard was the most alarming thing. It threatened to smash the bulwarks and shiver the timber* of the hulk to splinter*. Either that had to be removed or the Betty was doomed. But Rose's Idea was to use the thing that menaced their lives tor saving the schooner. By cutting it loose from the side, and fastening it with tow lines, the wind and waves would convert it into a sea anchor. Dick attacked the wreckage near est him with his axe. "Make your lines fast flrst," She cried, intercepting him, "or we'll lose it" With three slack lines running from the mass of wreckage to the forward towing bitts, they were ready to cut away the rigging that held the battering ram in position. They hacked steadily at ropes and wire rigging, cutting hi water some times a foot deep. They were drenched to the skin, and nearly ex hausted when all but a akigle line was severed. Rose raised her axe to cut this. Dick seeing her danger shouted to her, but she did not hear. The rope parted with a loud snap and writh ing and twisting like a sea serpent it struck up and caught the girl as if it had been the tentacle of an octopus. Dick saw her stagger un der the blow, fall to the deck, and Dick helped her Into the eabhi where she (ell exhausted on the bed. then with the rope twisted around her she was carried overboard as the released wreckage brought the line taut. One horrified glance, and he was after her, plunging recklessly Into the green brine. In his leap he caught the slack end of a short rope and clung to it. With his other hand he clutched her skirts. Fortunately the snake-like line that had wrapped itself around her waist unwound as quickly as it had coiled. Dick held her limp figure in one arm, and with the other fought to pull himself back on deck. The struggle lasted for only a few minutes, but to Dick It was an age before he finally got a hand on the rail and with the aid of a gray back lifted Rose over It and rolled on deck. Exhausted by his supreme effort, he lay there, clasping the girl. Rose stirred first, coming to her senses with a little sigh. She was too dazed for a moment to under stand the meaning of it all. Dick clasped her still tighter. Dick Trys His Hand At Nursing "What happened?" she breathed faintly. "Everything 1" he laughed, recov ering his breath. "We cut the wreckage loose, and it's working beautifully. We're no longer wal lowing like a grampus. The Betty don't deserve her name If she doesn't ride out the storm now." She sighed again from sheer phys ical weariness. For the first time she seemed to be conscious of his arms around her. "Did?did I faint?" she faltered. "No, that last line jerked you over board. I got you just in time. In another minute, we'd both been lost." She considered a moment in si lence. Then In a low voice that would not have reached him if her lips had not been close to his ears: "You?you jumped overboard for met" VI caught you before it was too late," he replied. Dick helped her into the cabin where she fell exhausted on the bed beside her father. While he hunted around for a stimulant, she closed her eyes and drifted off into a doze. She accepted the drink he applied to her lips, sipping it slowly, and under its stimulating effect the col or crept back into her cheeks. Dick stood before her, watching her with greedy eyes. The nearness of death had shaken him fully as much as her and he had difficulty in keeping back the emotion that threatened to overwhelm him. "You seem to be in command now," she said, smiling faintly when he ordered her to take another sip. "Yes," he laughed. "It's the sac ond caw of mutiny aboard the Betty." Hia words recalled the other time when her authority had been ig nored and the crew deserted. She frowned and closed her eyes again. "You can imprison me later," he went on, "but until the storm's over I'm captain, and my first or der is that you keep in the cabin and not appear on deck again." "I can't do that," she replied, shaking her head. "There's toe much to do." "Not for you. I can handle it" "Not alone?" t "Yea!" He pushed her gently back when she attempted to rise. "You'll have to stay here if I have to tie you," he added gently but firmly. "We're in no real danger now. The sea-anchor's holding her i nose up in the wind and waves. If she hasn't sprung a leak we'll ride safely until morning." < "If she's leaking we must man the pumps!" she exclaimed, attempting | to rise again. * i "All right! Stay here until I find i out. I'll report to you." ! Doubtfully and unwillingly she agreed to this. Dick made her com- ' fortable, and then' started up the 1 companion to aee how much water ' the ship carried in the hold. Ten minutes later when he re- I turned she was sleeping, with one < brown arm thrown across her < breast, the other limply crooked above her head. The hair, disar- i ranged by the storm, fell in tangled strands over her shoulders and ] neck. Unmindful of the shriek of the i wind and tumultuous roar of the waves, he sat by her side, silently watching her comely face and youthful figure, his eyes glowing with yearning desire. He stretched forth a hand to touch her arm, to stroke her hair, to caress a cheek, to clasp a limp hand in his and press i it to his lips; but he did not touch her, nor permit his fingers to come in contact with the bed or clothes. Instead he drew back slowly, as if actuated by some subtle force that was stronger than his newly i awakening love brushing his eyes with a trembling hand. His face grew suddenly pale and drawn, add- ( ing years to his age. As a fugitive from justice, with a price on his , head, he had no right to touch her? | no right to drag her into the net that < entangled him. The wreck of the i steamer had temporarily freed him, but Petti grew would take up the t search and run him down. i He could not elude the law for i long; it had hounded him persistent- i ly for two years, driving him from ftllar to post, and. when he had felt 1 the safest, found him buried in i a small, obscure corner of South i America, living under an assumed name, and started him back to an- t swer for the crime he had never , 1 committed. He could never feel I safe again! : f B - _ _ . ? ?? i_ii first Hints of Love o Come to Dick and Rose * An unconscious groan escaped his 0 lips, followed by a bitter laugh, the , sound of it filling the narrow cabin and awakening the alumberer. Her r eyes opened and stared at him in E bewilderment. Then, with return ing intelligence, she smiled, and 5 with an impulsive little gesture r thrust both hands out to him. The gesture, simple and innocent, was r the unconscious feminine invitation 0 of love, and Dick, knowing she had f betrayed her feelings, groaned in wardly and stood in indecision, 0 struggling with himself. "You saved my life, Dick," she 1 said simply. "Is there anything ' you want of met" ' The atmosphere of the cabin grew ' hot and stifling to him, so that he breathed heavily; a giddy sensation I swept over him; his hands trem- 1 bled with passion, and he moved ' swiftly toward her to seise what be- J longed to him. But he checked him- ' self in time, stopping abruptly at ' her side. He was so near he could c have touched her, but he slowly fold ed his arms, and forced a smile to 1 his lips. "Your friendship. Rose, always," * he said gently. "You'U give me that 1 ?no matter what happens?" 1 She gated up at him in bewilder- 1 ment, a hurt expression coming Into her eyes, such as you see in a child's 1 denied some precious wish. The ' hands slowly dropped to her side I end the lips murmured so faintly ' that the words were almost inaudi ble: i "Yes?always! How could you I doubt it?" ( The Betty of New London proved I worthy of her namesake if tradition I be true that the original Betty was | a staunch little craft who broka < hearts galore and lived to see most I of her loves married or buried at a good old age?and when morning i dawned, with breaking clouds and a warm sun, she was still riding on an even keel, with none of her timbers smashed or weakened. Forward the sea-anchor held, bob bing up and down on the waves like a sodden mass of driftwood, with the tow lines slackening and Jerk ing rhythmically as the schooner backed and lurched in its struggle to break looee from them. Neither Dick nor Rose had slept throughout the night; they had to keep constantly on watch. (TO BX COMTDrUXD) ^ 'improved"1"? uniform international Sunday i chool Lesson Br HAROLD L. LUMDQUIST. D. D. Of Tb? MoodyRlbU Instltut* of Chtrogu. Released by Western Newspaper Union. Lesson for December 22 Lesson subjects and Scripture texts se lected and copyrighted by International Council^|of Religious Education; used by A MESSAGE OP LOVE (CHRISTMAS LESSON) LESSON TEXT ? Joha ?:1S: EphrnlklW S:M-tL MEMORY SELECTION?Thanks ba astv Cod lor his unspeakable fUL?U Corinthians *'U. When Jesus was born in Bethle^ hem there were only a few men and women of faith who could aee in the Babe of the manger the glory and the power of Christ. It was a dark and unbelieving age into which he was born?and who will aay that it is different in the day in which we celebrate Christmas. 1940. Indifferent, ignorant and sinful people are glad to try to capitalize un the spirit of Christmas, but they still despise and turn away from the Son of God, Jesus the Saviour. It behooves us, therefore, to pre-, ?ent once more the message of the Saviour who came at Christmas, that all men may hear of him. Our lesson speaks of God's greet gift of love and tells what manner jf men and women we should be be cause he did give bis Son for us. I. Ged's Christmas Gift U Cs (John 3:10). God loved?so God gave. Love prompts the heart to give. One may give without loving, it is true, but one cannot love without giving. God's love for man existed from all eternity.* It provided a way of redemption for man and m due see son the Saviour came, to live, to love, to die for all mankind It was no chance event, no acci dent in history; it was the heart at God spearing in his "unspeakable gift" (II Cor. 9:13) at his only be gotten Son. That leads us to our second Scrip ture and our second point. We who receive gifts try to eapieaa our appreciation in a polite and proper way. e. n. On "Thank Yon" to M (Eph. 3:14-21). Paul's prayer for the Ephesian :hurch (and for us also who are in the "family," v. 15) tells us how ve may live our lives as Christians md express our gratitude to God. The church of Christ, made up of hose who are believers in him, thould ihow its relationship to God, ind its appreciation of his (race by ts 1. Strength (v. 1#). It does not . lonor God nor is he properly repr esented in the world by those who ire spiritually weak and ineffective. It is the privilege of the believer o be "strengthened with might" (v. 8) and this takes place as the loly Spirit has liberty "with power enetrating to your inmost being." is Weymouth translates it. No part f man's inner being is then left reak or without the light and grace if the Holy Spirit. 2. Love er that it is as Christ dwells "in tur hearts by faith" (v. 17) that we ire able to comprehend such truth. Most Oiristians live on a very ow plane going along with a lim ted and U.isat:sfactory Christian ex jerience when all this is available to them by faith. 4. Faith (v. 20). Here wa see why it is possible to do the impossible, to know that which passes knowl fdge, to see the unseen. It is by [aith in him who "is able to do in Snitely beyond all our (tightest prayers and thoughts" (Weymouth, v. 20) that we attain unto this blessed place at blessing. So this is the "Thank you" that God wants this Christmas. He wants the unbeliever to turn to him in faith, and the believer to really be what he ought to be and can be in Christ. Then a man's whole life will say, "Thank you. Lord, for saving my soul." For the tenth successive year the writer of these notes expresses to his readers everywhere his good wish for a most blessed Christmas both in heart and home. May the Lord give us all special (race this year to thank him for his great Christmas Gift by a life wholly dedi cated to him.