"But there is one thing we can do on stormy nights," she added. "We can
pray. And I sometimes think, nights when the winds are roaring, how many
souls all along the coast must be kneeling while the sailors at sea are up
in the rigging, climbing, or furling the sails."




CHAPTER XIV.

SETTING A TRAP.


Ring, ring, ring!

The bell of St. John's was busily swinging, flinging notes of gold and
silver down upon the town, and in response, how many people came out into
the streets as if to pick up the gold and silver shower. The bell was
ringing for a temperance meeting. Many were immediately interested in the
subject of temperance; but whether all would go, was a question. It was a
serious doubt whether those that the meeting wanted would feel that they
needed the meeting. There were several very important cases.

Case one--who?

Tim Tyler? He needed the meeting, but that is not the case here intended,
but Dr. Tilton, the apothecary. Dr. Tilton? Yes. For some time it had been
known he was in the habit of indulging in a glass, "only a glass." As a
result, he had been helped home drunk from his store. He did not feel