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day the banker was a ruined outcast,
and the next week a suicide. The
house was sold. The papers con
tained strange stories of Helen's dis
covery upon the island, and reporters
came and pestered Tom. But no
body knew anythingT)f-ihe girl. She
had disappeared from the ken of all.
"Still a fool, Tom?" His father
asked one day, as the young man sat
brooding over his nets.
"I reckon so," said Tom.
"You've given the best years of
your youth to a worthless woman,"
said his father. "Now is the time to
look for another."
Tom did not answer. His spirit
seemed broken. All the neighbors
thought that He seemed to take no
interest in life. Gradually they ac
cepted him as one of themselves
again, and forgot
There is a legend along the coast
that what the sea gives, it takes;
what it takes it restores. The win
ter of that year was one of raging
storms. Many a ship in distress far
out at sea was sighted, but it was not
till February that the lifeboat rock
ets signaled a wreck upon the rocks
in the bay.
They launched the boat Tom,
bending to the oars, saw dimly,
through the blizzard the bulk of a
great liner lying between the needle
points. The cold cut him like a razor
edge. Mechanically he bent his
strength to the oar.
As the boat drew near and tried to
lag alongside, while the breakers
pounded her, a desperate cry of a
multitude fell on their ears. A
mighty wave had swept the decks of
half their huddled humanity. The
waves were black with bobbing heads,
hands clutched wildly for aid and
Tom leaped into the sea to where a
woman's head appeared for a mo
ment in the suck of a giant wave. He
seized her by the hair and hauled her
to the boat's edge. Somehow they
got her in.
Laden to iier gunwales with all
that they had been able to rescue, the
lifeboat made her difficult way to
ward the shore. But when she
reached it at last and the men and
fisherwives who had assembled there
looked into Tom's face they knew
who the well-dressed strange woman
Tom kneeled beside her, chafing
her cold hands. A tress of her hair
hung like a wet wisp over him. Her
eyes were closed, but a faint pulse
stirred in her.
"She will live," said the doctor that
night. "But her brain is injured. How
far, I don't know. It is impossible to
say until she wakes."
"Still a fool, Tom?" inquired his
father, watching his face.
"No, sir," said Tom. "I know her
for what she is; nothing can wipe
"She's asking for you," said the
Tom went into the room where she
lay. Her eyes were open; as Tom
drew near she stretched out her
hands and found his neck and held
"I am glad it is so near our wed
ding day," she whispered. "We must
never leave each other, dearest I
shall always be true to you."
The last four years were wiped
from her mind forever by the shock.
And, as he lo iked into her eyes, Tom
sawtha't this was the real Helen
come back to him forever.
Lobsters and shaw are becoming
increasingly scarce. The decrease of
the former has aroused such uneasi
ness that a conference of fishery ex
ports was held recently at Wooa's
Hole, Mass., to devise means for
counteracting it The supply of shad
is becoming rapidly depleted because
the fish do not get adequate protec
tion on their way to the sea from the
spawning grounds. The most seri
ous conditions are in the Chesapeake
basin, where last year's shad fishing
yielded the poorest result ever recorded,
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