But he could not escape. Speaking into a loudspeaker, the committee chairman informed the captain and delighted spectators, that in appreciation of what he had done to save the waterfront, a thousand dollar purse had been raised. Mr. Gandiss, whose factory certainly would have faced destruction had wharves caught fire, had contributed half the sum himself.

“Why, beaching the Florence was nothing,” the captain protested, deeply embarrassed. “I can repair the damage done to the Queen with less than a hundred dollars.”

“The money is yours, and you must keep it,” he was told. “You must have a use for it.”

“I have that,” Captain Barker admitted, winking at his daughter. “There’s a certain young lady of my acquaintance who has been hankerin’ to go away to college.”

“Oh, Pop.” Sally’s eyes danced. “How wonderful! I know where I want to go too!”

“So you’ve been studying the school catalogues?” her father teased.

Sally shook her head. Reaching for Penny’s hand, she drew her close.

“I don’t need a catalogue,” she laughed. “I only know I’m scheduled for the same place Penny selects! She’s been my good luck star, and I’ll set my future course by her!”

Transcriber’s Notes