ung people, may prove to be a very hard master.
O, I don't like to hear it roar on stormy nights!"

Then the old lady went to a picture of a ship at sea hanging on the wall.
There she stood and sighed. Charlie wondered what it all meant.

"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
desirous to attend the temperance meeting.

Case number two, Tim Tyler? Not yet, but--Will Somers! Ah, that was sad.
If you could have seen Aunt Stanshy, you would have thought it was the
saddest thing in the world.

"O, Miss Barry," said Aunt Stanshy, bursting into tears, "I'm awful afraid
I made an idol of that young man--so nice, you know. I've seen my idols
break one after the other. I shouldn't have said a word about it, but he
was seen on the street, and it became town talk, and it's all out and
round. Dreadful, dreadful!"

"It is, and I'm afraid my uncle is responsible. It is bad every way. There
is need of a temperance work here. We are all asleep," replied Miss Barry,
who was calling at Aunt Stanshy's, the two women opening their hearts to
one another during the call. Dr. Tilton was responsible for Will Somers's
fall. One day, when Will was complaining of an ill feeling, the apothecary
had proffered wine as a remedy, and had offered it several times when he
was tired, and Will had fallen under the influence of a seemingly innocent
ally. People began to