You act all quiet and you look greenish. Feelin' sick?""Don't know what's the matter with me," Harvey implied." 'Seems if my insides were too big for my outsides. I'm all crowded up and shivery.""Dispepsy? Pshaw-too bad. We'll wait for the readin', an' then we'll quit, an' catch the tide."The widows-they were nearly all of that season's making-braced themselves rigidly like people going to be shot in cold blood, for they knew what was coming. The summer-boarder girls in pink and blue shirt-waists stopped tittering over Captain Edwardes's wonderful poem, and looked back to see why all was silent. The fishermen pressed forward a~ that town official who had talked to Cheyne bobbed up on the platform and began to read the year's list of losses, dividing them into months. Last September's casualties were mostly single men and strangers, but his voice rang very loud in the stillness of the hall.
"September 9th.Schooner Florrie Anderson lost, with all aboard, off the Georges.
"Reuben Pitman, master, 50, single, Main Street, City.
"Emil Olsen, 19, single, 329 Hammond Street, City. Denmark.
"Oscar Standberg, single, 25. Sweden.
"CarJ Stanberg, single, 28, Main Street. City.
"Pedro, supposed Madeira, single, Keene's boardinghouse. City.
"Joseph Welsh, alias Joseph Wright, 30, St. John's, Newfoundland.""No-Augusty, Maine," a voice cried from the body of the hall.
"He shipped from St. John's," said the reader, looking to see.
"I know it. He belongs in Augusty. My nevvy."The reader made a pencilled correction on the margin of the list, and resumed "Same schooner, Charlie Ritchie, Liverpool, Nova Scotia, 33, single.
"Albert May, 267 Rogers Street, City, 27, single.
"September 27th.-Orvin Dollard, 30, married, drowned in dorv off Eastern Point."That shot went home, for one of the widows flinched where she sat, clasping and unclasping her hands. Mrs. Cheyne, who had been listening with wide-opened eyes, threw up her head and choked. Dan's mother, a few seats to the right, saw and heard and quickly moved to her side. The reading went on. By the time they reached the January and February wrecks the shots were falling thick and fast, and the widows drew breath between their teeth.
"February l4th.-Schooner Harry Randolph dismasted on the way home from Newfoundland; Asa Musie, married, 32, Main Street, City, lost overboard.
"February 23d.-Schooner Gilbert Hope; went astray in dory, Robert Beavon, 29, married, native of Pubnico, Nova Scotia."But his wife was in the hall. They heard a low cry, as though a little animal had been hit. It was stifled at once, and a girl staggered out of the hall. She had been hoping against hope for months, because some who have gone adrift in dories have been miraculously picked up by deep-sea sailing-ships. Now she had her certainty, and Harvey could see the policeman on the sidewalk hailing a hack for her. "It's fifty cents to the depot"-the driver began, but the policeman held up his hand-"but I'm goin' there anyway. Jump right in. Look at here, All; you don't pull me next time my lamps ain't lit. See?"The side-door closed on the patch of bright sunshine, and Harvey's eyes turned again to the reader and his endless list.
"April 1 9th-Schooner Mamie Douglas lost on the Banks with all hands.
"Edward Canton, 43, master, married, City.
"D. Hawkins, alias Williams, 34, married, Shelbourne, Nova Scotia.
"G. W. Clay, coloured, 28, married, City."
And so on, and so on. Great lumps were rising in Harvey's throat, and his stomach reminded him of the day when he fell from the liner.
"May l0th.-Schooner We're Here [the blood tingled all over hi~.
Otto Svendson, 20, single, City, lost overboard."Once more a low, tearing cry from somewhere at the back of the hall.
"She shouldn't ha' come. She shouldn't ha' come," said Long Jack, with a cluck of pity.
"Don't scrowge, Harve," grunted Dan. Harvey heard that much, but the rest was all darkness spotted with fiery wheels. Disko leaned forward and spoke to his wife, where she sat with one arm round Mrs. Cheyne, and the other holding down the snatching, catching, ringed hands.
"Lean your head daown-right daown!" slie whispered. "It'll go off in a minute.""I ca-an't! I do-don't! Oh, let me-" Mrs. Cheyne did not at all know what she said.
