this declaration of Paul for my motto:
'But this one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and
reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the
mark of the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.'"

The light of a soul of peace shone from the countenance of the young
man. The smile on the lips added only beauty to the strength of the
face. He arose, shook himself as if to get rid of all past
unpleasantness and weakness, and faced the east as though he were
meeting the world with new power. Then the smile changed to a merry
laugh as he ran to the railing and cried:

"See, sure enough, there _is_ a school of porpoises!"

* * * * *

The ship was in mid-ocean. The rough weather had wholly ceased. The sea
lay glinting like a vast jewel under the slant of the afternoon sun. It
was a day of unflecked beauty. The decks were gay with people, some
walking, some leaning idly on the rail, some sitting with books in their
hands. A few were reading, but most sat with finger in closed book. Why
bother to read _about_ life when it could be seen so full and
interesting all around.

A day on ship-board is longer than one on shore, and provision must be
made to pass it pleasantly. If the weather is fair, this is quite a
problem. Of course, there are the meals in the well-appointed dining
saloon. They break pleasantly into the long monotony. Then there are the
deck games; the watching for "whales" and passing vessels; the looking
at the spinning log in the foaming water at the stern; the marking of
the chart, which indicates the distance traversed during the twenty-four
hours; the visit to the steerage and the "stoke hole," or boiler room in
the depths of the ship; and last, but not least, the getting acquainted
with one's fellow passengers. "Steamer friendships" are easily made, and
in most cases, soon forgotten. The little world of people speeding
across the deep from shore to shore, is bound together closely for a few
days, and then, its inhabitants scatter.

Chester Lawrence was enjoying every hour of the voyage. On that day
practically all sea-sickness had gone. The vacant places at the tables
were being filled and the company looked around at each other with
pleasant contentment. The steamship company no longer saved on the
provisions. The chatty old gentleman at Chester's right was back again
after a short absence, and the power of speech had come t