ned dempster was certainly the sharpest of all the boys in northbourne. naturally sharp, that is to say, for he, in common with alick carnegy, was incorrigibly idle, and ned's talent of ability was therefore allowed to rust from disuse.

the carnegy boys and ned were in the same class at sunday school, a class taught by theo. the rest of the boys comprising it being dull and lumpish, it was only to be expected that a sharp-witted lad like ned stood out brilliantly from his neighbours, attracting by his intelligence the attention of his teacher as well as her young brothers.

ned dempster was an orphan who had been brought up by his grandmother, goody dempster, the oldest inhabitant of the little fishing-village, an aged woman whose skin was baked brown by the sun and the salt sea-breezes until she had more the appearance of a new zealander than an englishwoman. pitying the boy, as well as being considerably interested in his intelligent answers in class, theo began to have him a good deal at the bunk. she found many little offices there for him, such as to look after and keep tidy 'the theodora,' the family boat, and to help in the obstinately unproductive garden. in this way the acquaintance between the three boys became a week-day as well as a sunday one. alick and ned, in particular, rapidly found themselves to be kindred spirits. in each was ingrained a powerful love of adventure. alick, a great reader, who had devoured already his father's little library, which was made up for the most part of books on seafaring subjects, found in ned dempster a listener who hungered for as much of that exciting fare as alick could manage to retail second-hand.

for a long time the darling topic that absorbed their individual attention was pirates. the boys were never weary of rehearsing all the thrilling scenes of pirate-life which alick had either read or heard of. in these lively pastimes geoff willingly shared, lending a hand and a stentorian throat to the exciting work, though his tastes did not lie in that direction to the same extent as did those of his brother and ned dempster. still, to be dressed in fierce red sashes, to wear elaborately corked moustaches, to be armed with clumsy, antique weapons which represented cutlasses, and to board, with ringing shouts, the beached-up fishing-boats in search of slaves, was a delightsome diversion. and perhaps to geoff its greatest charm was that there was plenty of noise about it.

in course of time the joys of pirate-life palled. next, there set in an extended course of terrible shipwrecks to order; these catastrophes being altogether independent of the weather. into this game, which was not so exclusively manly, the many dolls belonging to queenie were pressed. time after time, these waxen ladies were bravely rescued and ceremoniously restored, dripping from the waves, to their anxious little owner, who, truth to tell, caught more colds than one in tending the shipwrecked doll-people.

but, in after days, alick and ned struck out quite a new line. late and early they were found poring over atlases; drawing charts upon everything and anything, promiscuously, in the northbourne landscape. their daily conversation consisted of mysterious whispers about marching polewards; about dangerous floes, and about camping out on the ice. at this juncture geoff threw up his partnership in the games, which had become over-serious for his light-hearted, fun-loving nature. not for him was there any attraction in the great mystery of the north pole.

the imagination of ned dempster, on the other hand, took fire over the marvellous adventures, the awe-inspiring dangers and hardships of those explorers who, hitherto, have failed to attain the great object. this, in truth, was an aim to live for, to perish for, if need be; and as time went on, the boys became closer intimates than ever, particularly as nobody else took any interest in the one topic that had seized, with iron grip, their youthful imaginations. perhaps the fact of the indifference of others bound the two closer together.

alick grew worse and worse over the preparation of his lessons for the tutor. the routine and discipline of the schoolroom became too irksome to be borne. consequently, punishments and detentions and complaints were the order of the day at the bunk, to the despair of their tutor, philip price, a quiet, not over robust-looking young man, who had qualified for the church, but as yet had failed in getting a living. meantime he taught the young carnegys every morning, and made up a slender income by giving afternoon lessons elsewhere.

the young man and his widowed mother, after their home was broken up by death, had sought a hiding-place far from the summer-friends, who fell away so quickly in the 'day of trouble.'

'i'll work for you, mother dear; never you fear about the future!' philip had bravely declared. poor lad, he had gallantly striven to do so, but sometimes he felt as though every man's hand was against him, so fruitless were his struggles. it is hard work to force one's way inside the world's pitilessly closed doors.

certainly, philip price might have had his chances, as they are called, if he had not been so bent upon entering the clerical profession. his mother's relatives were city men of some repute, and a sure footing among them might have been gained by the young man, had he chosen to relinquish his dream. but philip did not so choose. even after he had fully qualified, and the living he had made so sure of stepping into passed into the hands of others, and it seemed as if the labourer were not 'worthy of his hire,' philip did not regret his choice of a career.

'it will come right, mother, don't you doubt it,' he persisted. meanwhile something else came. failing health was the cross that philip price was required to shoulder. he grew painfully thin as time went on; his tall, elastic figure acquired a stoop; and there came, to stay, an anxious, upright line between his eyebrows, that spoke of mental worry.

'philip dear,' his watchful mother, quick to note these signs, laid her hand on his shoulder to say, 'these pupils try you overmuch. i know they do!'

'nonsense, dear old mater!' evaded philip, imprisoning the wrinkled hand. he had come in looking unusually spent, and thrown himself on the hard, slippery sofa of the cheap lodging the prices called, nowadays, their home.

the truth was the young tutor had begun to tire woefully of the daily grind he had taken up so blithely. it was the incorrigible carnegy boys who were his special worry. his other pupils, a meek, small boy and his shy sister, though they would never set the thames on fire by their wit, at the same time would never goad their teacher to desperation by mutinous, unruly ways. but philip price never carried tales out of school. not from himself did his mother learn how tried the tutor was, but, with a woman's instinct, she divined the cause.

'i wish, dear, you had never seen that family, the carnegys,' she said plaintively. it was a chance shot, of course, but philip started up alert.

'i've been told a good deal about them, only to-day,' went on the widow, taking up some fleecy knitting. the mother and son were sitting in the twilight, and knitting needed no spectacles. 'it seems they are an ill-governed pack, the young people, neglected by their father, and allowed to grow up anyhow, people say. philip, i feel quite positive that they try you beyond your strength. is it not so? tell me, my dear.'

'mother,'—philip's thin face flushed as he spoke hurriedly,—'is it quite fair of you to quote "they say" about people whom you don't know? the carnegys are not an "ill-governed pack," i assure you. the boys—my pupils—are, i grant you, unmanageable young rebels; but the others—miss carnegy and her little sister—they are——' philip stopped abruptly.

'well, phil?' his mother raised her head quickly to glance at the troubled face opposite.

'they are as sweet and gentle-natured as they are fair!' said philip in a low voice.

'i should like very well to see and know these misses carnegy for myself,' presently observed mrs. price; and philip noted the faint, jealous displeasure in her voice.

'mother,' he laughed in a boyish way, 'one of those misses carnegy, as you call them, is so charming that you could not resist taking her in your arms and setting her on your lap!'

'oh, they are only children, these girls?'

'one of them is,' rejoined philip, after a hesitating pause. 'she is a child of five. but the other miss carnegy is grown up; she is the eldest, and the mainstay of the family. there is no mother, you see.'

'ah! poor dear young things! well, but, my boy, the thing troubling me most is that you should be condemned to such poor work as teaching, when, by rights, you ought to be filling a far different position. oh, philip, to think with your fine abilities you should be nothing better than a mere drudge! i often wish, dear, that you had not been so obstinate. you might have had a capital position by this time, with one or other of your uncles in the city.'

'hush, mother, please!' philip raised his thin hand. 'you know that from my childhood i've desired to be a soldier of christ. if there be no opening prepared for me as yet, it must be that i am not fit for the work. in god's own good time he will point the way. i am content to wait that time, mother; and,' added the young man softly under his breath, 'if it be that the opening never come in this life, well, we know that all things are possible to him, without any feeble help from us weak mortals.'

'dear boy,' sighed the widow, 'your patience shames my discontent. but, you see, it tries a mother's heart sorely to see her child stranded high and dry, while others, not half so fit, rush in and win the prizes of life.'

'bide a wee, mater, bide a wee! everything comes to the man who can wait, as the old proverb says. but i must confess i am at the end of my patience with those young scamps, the carnegy boys.'

'speak to their father, philip. rouse him up to rule in his own house,' said mrs. price energetically.

'i really think i must,' assented philip; and he did.