last peep at the weather, he was hailed by
Captain Stubbs.

"I am going to take Anthony Blake out for a day's fishin'," the little
man said, as his motor boat chugged comfortably within easy talking
distance. "He telephoned last night that he wanted a day away from his
work, and I said that the fish would be running after the rain. I'm
always mighty glad to have him go with me. He's a born fisherman. His
great-grandfather and mine fished together on the banks, and our
grandfathers were part owners in the same schooner. But Anthony's father
went to the city and studied medicine, and his son followed in his
footsteps, so that's the way the Blake boys got switched off from
fishin' as a business. But it's in their blood."

"Look here," Justin interrupted, "I want to ask you a question, captain,
and it's about Anthony. Did you ever think he was in love with Diana
Gregory?"

"Well," the captain meditated, "I ain't ever thought much about it. But
Miss Matthews sees a lot, and she told me once that Anthony Blake
wouldn't ever look at any other woman but Diana, and that Diana was just
keeping him on the string."

"I can't exactly fancy Diana as that sort of woman."

"Well, it ain't anything against a woman that she don't know her own
mind," was the captain's philosophical reflection. "Most men don't know
their own mind when it comes to marryin'. Only the difference is this: a
man loses his head and asks a girl, and then he wonders if she's going
to make him happy. And a woman hesitates about sayin' 'Yes,' but when
she once decides, she sticks to a man through thick and thin."

In spite of his gloom Justin smiled. "Where did you learn it all,
captain? You are as wise as if you had been married to a half dozen
wives."

"There's a sayin'," the captain explained, "that a sailor has a wife in
every port. That ain't true. Sailors as a rule are constant men. But
they see a lot of wimmen creatures, and they learn that there ain't much
difference, when it comes to lovin', between a Spanish lady who flirts
with her eyes, and a Boston lady who flirts with her brain. They're all
after the same thing, and that's a home, with a big H, and it's a credit
to them that they are--otherwise we men wouldn't ever know when to
settle down."

"Yet it's because of a woman that some of us never settle down."
Justin's young eyes were looking out stormily upon the gray world. "It's
because of some woman that we wander and are never satisfied."