of the hall.
“He shipped from St. John’s,” said the reader, looking to see.
“I know it. He belongs in Augusty. My nevvy.”
The reader made a pencilled correction on the margin of the list, and resumed.
“Same schooner, Charlie Ritchie, Liverpool, Nova Scotia, 33, single. “Albert May, 267 Rogers Street, City, 27, single. “September 27th.—Orvin Dollard, 30, married, drowned in dory off Eastern Point.”
That shot went home, for one of the widows flinched where she sat, clasping and unclasping her hands. Mrs. Cheyne, who had been listening with wide-opened eyes, threw up her head and choked. Dan’s mother, a few seats to the right, saw and heard and quickly moved to her side. The reading went on. By the time they reached the January and February wrecks the shots were falling thick and fast, and the widows drew breath between their teeth.