saved men from
the mob. One day, in a gale, he climbed an eighty foot staging, rescued
the terrified man who had gone up to secure the loose boards, and
himself did the work. Another day, he lent a hand to a shipwright
toiling across the yard under a heavy beam, and as they went Andrews
asked, "How is it, M'Ilwaine, you always like to be beside me?" "Ah,
sir," was the reply, "it is because you carry up well."

These incidents, chosen from so many, enable us to see why, in the words
of the Island poet, "though Andrews was our master we loved him to a
man." He always carried up well, "stood four-square to all the winds
that blow." Too often, those in authority rule as tyrants, using power
like some Juggernaut crushing under the beasts of burden. But Andrews,
following the example of his uncle, preferred to rule beneficently as a
man among his fellows.

"One evening," writes Mrs. Andrews, "my husband and I were in the
vicinity of Queen's Island, and noticing a long file of men going home
from work, he turned to me and said, 'There go my pals, Nellie.' I can
never forget the tone in his voice as he said that, it was as though the
men were as dear to him as his own brothers. Afterwards, on a similar
occasion, I reminded him of the words, and he said, 'Yes, and they are
real pals too.'"

You see now why a colleague, Mr. Saxon Payne, secretary to Lord Pirrie,
could write, "It was not a case of liking him, we all loved him"; and
why during those awful days in April, when hope of good news at last had
gone, the Yard was shrouded in gloom and rough men cried like women.
They had lost a pal. And not they only. On both sides of the Atlantic,
wherever men resort whose business is in the great waters, owners,
commanders, directors, managers, architects, engineers, ships officers,
stewards, sailors, the name Tom Andrews is honoured to-day as that of
one whose remarkable combination of gifts claimed not only their
admiration, but their affection.

"What we are to do without Andrews," said a Belfast ship-owner, "I don't
know. He was probably the best man in the world for his job--knew
everything--was ready for anything--could manage everyone--and what a
friend! It's irreparable. Surely of all men worth saving he ought to
have been saved. Yes, saved by force, for only in that way could it have
been done."

Here, too, it may be mentioned that during his business career Andrews
received many acknowledgements of a gratifying descripti