t to have any himself! It was not he that ran aground.

It was not Norman Anderson who ran aground. He walked into the store
with the proud and manly consciousness of having done his duty, he made
his returns of every cent of money that had come into his hands, and,
like all other faithful stewards, received the cordial commendation of
his master.

But August Wehle the striker, just when he was to be made an engineer,
when he thought he had smooth sailing, suddenly and provokingly found
himself fast aground, with no spar or capstan by which he might help
himself off, with no friendly craft alongside to throw him a hawser and
pull him off.

It seems that when the captain promised him promotion, he did not know
anything of August's interference with the gamblers. But when Parkins
filed his complaint, it touched the captain. It was generally believed
among the _employes_ of the boat that a percentage of gamblers' gains
was one of the "old man's" perquisites, and he was not the only
steamboat captain who profited by the nice little games in the cabin
upon which he closed both eyes. And this retrieved nine hundred and
fifty dollars was a dead loss of--well, it does not matter how much, to
the virtuous and highly honorable captain. His proportion would have
been large enough at least to pay his wife's pew-rent in St. James's
Church, with a little something over for charitable purposes. For the
captain did not mind giving a disinterested twenty-five dollars
occasionally to those charities that were willing to show their
gratitude by posting his name as director, or his wife's as "Lady
Manageress." In this case his right hand never knew what his left hand
did--how it got the money, for instance.

So when August drew his pay he was informed that he was discharged. No
reason was given. He tried to see the captain. But the captain was in
the bosom of his family, kissing his own well-dressed little boys, and
enjoying the respect which only exemplary and provident fathers enjoy.
And never asking down in his heart if these boys might become gamblers'
victims, or gamblers, indeed. The captain could not see August the
striker, for he was at home, and must not be interfered with by any of
his subordinates. Besides, it was Sunday, and he could not be intruded
upon--the rector of St. James's was dining with him on his wife's
invitation, and it behooved him to walk circumspectly, not with
eye-service as a man-pleaser, but serving the L