“And it’s only ten miles away. I suppose he’ll be just crazy to see that life saving station.”
“So he will. When he came back last winter, he said it was just aggravating to think he could not stay longer.”
“Let us write to Walter and see what he says.”
The result of all this was that the first day of September, when the life saving station was opened for the season, there appeared at the door Uncle Boardman’s new clerk, to receive the daily order for the crew’s provisions.
“I am beginning a new life,” thought Walter.
It was a new life in many ways. About six months ago, the careless, laughing, kindly–natured youth at home, had left it to assume new responsibilities elsewhere, at the academy. He had come back still happy and laughing, but a new and earnest purpose had entered his soul, and was controlling him. He had since been confirmed, in the little village church, openly acknowledging his Saviour. He had entered his uncle’s neighborhood to meet and assume fresh responsibilities. He would come in contact with the men at the life saving station. He would meet others in his daily business duties. Would he keep and increase the religion he had brought with him? Would it lessen?
“I shall try hard to do my duty,” said Walter, in his thoughts.
We shall see what he did.