candle to it!'" But at this point he was interrupted by the appearance
of a dense crowd that half filled the street, and drew up in silent
expectation opposite my front door. Dear me, I had quite forgotten
I had sent for him. But the boy who cleans the boots and knives has
returned, and brought with him _the One Policeman_!

* * * * *

THE BOY THE FATHER OF THE MAN.

(_A CHAPTER FROM A SEA STORY OF THE FUTURE._)

"Lash the lubber to the top-gallant yard and give him five hundred
with the cat o' ninetails!" shouted the pirate Captain, blue with
passion.

There was a murmur amongst his crew. Because their messmate had
forgotten to touch his cap, it seemed hard to their poor untutored
minds he should receive so heavy a punishment.

"What, mutiny!" cried the ruffian skipper, "here take this and this
and this!" and he distributed the contents of his revolver amongst the
sailors aft.

In the meanwhile, the poor wretch was hanging to the topgallant yard,
expecting every moment to be his last.

"A sail, Sir," said the boatswain, saluting, as he mounted to the
quarter-deck.