The Place Beyond the Winds

pon the village Green one evening in late Augu

McAlpin, are not against the taking away of my licens

But Jerry had not taken a drop to drink since his self-releasement from

" he replied, and sto

hen a boat, coming in loaded with fish, tied up to the wharf,

ary, hands on hips and

wits all afire. My boy drank that night, drank like a young beast, and lay on the floor of the cabin, th

ering was on the Green, an

ould take an honest woman's living from her, and she a God-be-praised widow at that, bec

many a listener who sided with Mary

r of the recently lured Jamsie, "them

ty her sex secured for her, she struck left and right withou

my place; and after that there will be no more dry town for ever and ever! It's not morals you are after, but a man-controlled tavern. Blast ye!

le

em?" A grave silence, and McAlpin glared at Hornby, while an irrever

gorr

know what I'm talking about, and I tell you now, if my lads were like yours I'd fling the business over, but I don't see why a decent woman, and her a God-be-praised widow, should lose her living because you ca

re her against want if, possibly, her license was revoked, but this shutting down upon human rights before election came off was upsetting to the last degree. Hornby looked at McAlpin and McAlpin dropped his eyes; there was a mutt

nd the opportunity for mutual good fellowship, retired to the bar of the White Fish and,

wink, but never a drop drank they, not until the Lodge had closed its doors on all visitors, and then Tom, the elder

lass of beer for himself; "you'll not be ab

reaks, and it's yourself as must take

lf could not have told. Perhaps, from the assurance of last night, she felt freer with money; perhaps she thought the boys could not be spared so well later; be that as it might,

u and have it out with him about being a young beast and worrying the heart out of old

l off the launch! It's quiet enough now, but it ain't going to last forever, an

om her immediate attention, and she was never one to show the weakness of watching to see her orders carried out. That was why she, of all the peop

of her head; "what's that but a proof of the lads' self-control? That

is mother's caution in mind, but did not carry out her command. Then Sandy, when they were about to start, did a bold thing. Stealing into the bar, he took a bottle of whisky and

d the hamper and stowed it under the very sail she had ordered

y a suit that you won't repent whe

hen yer last year's suit shrank and the squares go

t this, and just then the sturdy little engine puffed, thudded, an

th as a summer brook, a

s they neared the mouth opening a

you, too, Jerry-Jo; we'll get the wind when

coats and put them on

e mother's eye, too!" He held up the bottles.

f the cold better t

indulged in t

a great wind, but it was a steady one, and, perhaps, because the w

d engine together? We could beat the record and surprise folks by our

s lunch and washed it down with more whisky than he had meant to ta

the boat became unmanageable. Sandy, keeping to the exact middle of the boat, called to Jerry-Jo to lower the sail, but Jerry-Jo did not hear, or failed to clearly comprehend. The little craft shot ahead lik

ly. The liquor had done its worst for the boys: it had unnerve

m, "until we get near shore, and

uld never tell, and he alone remain

was the only one of the party ever again to appear in that angry sea. Then he saw the over-turned boat, heard the last sobbing pants of the engine as it fill

g teeth they tried to speak, but only a moan escaped Tom's blue lips. The wind was colder; the sun had gone behind a b

onder rock-I'm for swimming to it! Once on land we can move about,

rother vaguely; he

y-Jo, huddled in a wet heap, was sobb

of silence followed, t

dying of cold. It's the only c

made his leap and was in the water, a

od

ed face. Jerry-Jo ceased his moaning and-laughed! It was a foolish cackle,

him. He may have, in that moment, estimated his own chance, his duty to Jerry-Jo, and his determina

making for Sandy with a stren

e frenzy of one deserted and too cowar

t the sense of companionship held their thought. Jerry-Jo, rigid and every sense at last alert in an effort for self-preservation, saw Sandy smile. It was a wonderful smile: it was

even at the latest. The wind's with them comin

he boys' trip, he had been restless and anxious. Farwell had his bad hours often, but he rarely permitted himse

t on; "pickerel come; whitefish go. Beasts

dumb creatures, the more you are impressed

round the side of the house and la

ther boat can come into the Channel and he don't take any notice, but let my boys be out late and Bounder, lying

d bent over to smo

e is it?"

larming readiness. "Six-thirty, a

ten minutes slow; but because of

, pleasant voice, "of how he and others used to smuggle l

and shrugged

. Jerry marrying that full-breed had it taken out of him somewhat-she was a hifty one. Them Indians never can get off their high heels-not the full-bree

er raised his h

d back of the Far Hill Place when they sensed the custom men in the bushes. What do they do but cut the traces and lick the horses into a run; then they turned the barrels loose, jumped off, letting them roll down the hill, and they, themselves, made for saf

he Channel it had an angry look. The current was set from the Bay, an

suddenly, "I'm going ou

, Mr. Farwel

orm of speech she was eith

me on, you scamps!" to his dogs, "get

ithout another word Farwell walked to his launch at t

she strode to the Green and gave vent to her anxiety. There were those who comforted, those who jeered, but the men were largel

Far Hill Place for the mail, paused to listen to Mrs. McAdam's expressions

h your boys, Mrs.

to let the half-breed scamp go. 'Twas pity as moved me. Jerry-Jo is one as thinks rocking a

g the mail. A strange, tense feeling was growi

ed the distracted mother; "I'd send the

n the breast of the sullen wind came the sound of an engine panting, panting in the darkness that was shot by flash

he dog a kick. But Bounder blinked indiffere

tanding up guiding the boat, ready to protect it from violent contact; some one was huddled on the floor of the boat-some one who made no cry,

lurid light of electricity the face of the man in the launch rose sharply

, but certainly his face had never made an impression upon him before. But now, in the hou

through his mind and then, becau

was calling, "whe

the boy, huddling in the

the bottom off

an to whimp

am, who, followed by her dog, ran wildly, a

s no shock to him; he had always known Ledyard; had cleverly kept from his notice heretofore, but now t

ore Jerry-Jo. More than once their eyes met and their hands

ccompanies it. Nature rarely deserts eit