looks
of real anxiety.

"Well, well, it's too bad," said Phil slowly, "it says here that I'm to
have `no claim on the superannuation fund.' Isn't that hard?"

A smile from Mrs Maylands, and a laugh from Madge, greeted this. It
was also received with an appalling yell from the baby, which caused
mother and nurse to leap to the rescue. That sprout of mischief, in the
course of an experimental tour of the premises, had climbed upon a
side-table, had twisted his right foot into the loop of the
window-curtains, had fallen back, and hung, head downwards, howling.

Having been comforted with bread and treacle, and put to bed, the
committee meeting was resumed.

"Well, then," said Phil, consulting his paper again, "I give up the
superannuation advantages. Then, as to wages, seven shillings a week,
rising to eight shillings after one year's service. Why, it's a
fortune! Any man at my age can live on sixpence a day easy--that's
three-and-six, leaving three-and-six a week clear for you, mother. Then
there's a uniform; just think o' that!"

"I wonder what sort of uniform it is," said Madge.

"A red coat, Madge, and blue trousers with silver lace and a brass
helmet, for certain--"

"Don't talk nonsense, boy," interrupted Mrs Maylands, "but go on with
the paper."

"Oh! there's nothing more worth mentioning," said Phil, folding the
paper, "except that boy-messengers, if they behave themselves, have a
chance of promotion to boy-sorterships, indoor-telegraph-messengerships,
junior sorterships, and letter-carrierships, on their reaching
the age of seventeen, and, I suppose, secretaryships, and
postmaster-generalships, with a baronetcy, on their attaining the age of
Methuselah. It's the very thing for me, mother, so I'll be off
to-morrow if--"

Phil was cut short by the bursting open of the door and the sudden
entrance of his friend George Aspel.

"Come, Phil," he cried, blazing with excitement, "there's a wreck in the
bay. Quick! there's no time to lose."

The boy leaped up at once, and dashed out after his friend.

It was evening. The gale, which had blown for two days was only
beginning to abate. Dark clouds were split in the western sky by gleams
of fiery light as the sun declined towards its troubled ocean-bed.

Hurrying over the fields, and bending low to the furious blast, Aspel
and Philip made their way to the neighbouring cliffs. But before we
follow them, reader, to the wave-lashed shore, it is nece