The Wreck of the Titan

ntense. His arm, the seat of throbbing pain, had swollen to twice the natural size, while his side prevented him taking a full breath, voluntarily. He had paid no attention to his own hurts,

evening of the third day and looked around the da

rom cold had, no doubt, contributed largely to the closing of its wounds by forcibly keeping it still, though it must have added to its present sufferings. He looked for a moment on the wan, tear-stained little face, with its fringe of tangled curls peeping above the wrappings of canva

; we must be to the southward of the belt - between the Lanes. They'll run their boats in the other Lane after this, I think - the money-grabbing wretches. Curse them - if they've drowned her. Curse them, with their water-tight compartments, and their logging of the lookouts. Twenty-four boats for three thousand people - lashed down with tarred gripe-lashings - thirty men to clear them away, and not a

blackest shadow the gullies and hollows, and bringing to his mind, in spite of the weird beauty of the scene, a crushing sense of loneliness - of littleness - as though the vast pile of inorganic

ir bad god, whom they invented themselves. And they give us our choice Heaven or hell. It is not so - not so. The great mystery is not solved - the human heart is not helped in this way. No good, merciful God created this world or its conditions. Whatever may be the nature of the causes at work beyond our mental vision, one fact is indubitably proven - that the qualities of mercy, goodness, justice, play no part in the gove

sunshine, and both come in time. They pray for health and success and both are but natural in the marching of events. This is not evidence. But they say that they know, by spiritual uplifting, that

ts Him, and on Him is the responsibility. And would this being, if he exists, overlook a defect for which I am not to blame, and listen to a prayer from me, based on the mere chance that I might be mistaken? Can an unbeliever, in the full strength of his reasoning powers, come to such trouble that he can no longer stand alone, but must cry for help to an imagined power? Can such time come to a san

needful to the little one - and for courage and strength to do his part and bring them together. But beyond the appeal for help in the service of others, not one word or expressed thought of his prayer included himself as a beneficiary. So much

ade a blaze. He hailed, in a frenzy of excitement: "Bark ahoy! Bark

as he lifted the child; "

" she asked, with n

t is," he added to himself; "if that

e muttered: "That bark was there - half a mile back in this wind - before I