A Cadet of the Black Star Line

As the liner's life-boat drew nearer the foundering hulk, the men at the oars could see how fearful was the plight of the handful of survivors. The arms of a gray-haired man wer...

Cadet David Downes was on watch with the fourth officer of the _Roanoke_ at the forward gangway. It was their duty, while the liner lay at her pier in New York, to see that nobo...

A weary week passed, without tidings of the castaways of the _Restless_. Arthur Cochran's mother lost heart, and refused to be comforted. She seemed to be letting go her hold on...

David Downes stared at the ceiling, blinked at the long windows, and squirmed until he saw a sweet-faced woman smiling at him from the doorway. She wore a blue dress and white a...

The strength of fifteen thousand horses was driving the great Black Star liner _Roanoke_ across the Atlantic toward New York. Her promenade decks, as long as a city block, swarm...

A year had passed since David Downes lay grieving in the hospital over the great chance he had let slip to help mend the fortunes of Captain Bracewell and Margaret. The cadet no...

Captain John Bracewell's deep voice was shouting orders to the tug which was making fast to haul the deep-laden _Sea Witch_ out from her wharf. She was ready to begin her long v...

There was nothing to be done except to wait for another wireless call for help from the unseen vessel in distress. The first message included some figures which seemed like a fr...

The Black Star Line wharf in North River was crowded with cheering men, women, and children. Their fluttering handkerchiefs looked like a sudden flurry of snow. The roar of stea...

"There is no sense in waiting till David, the bold sailor boy, comes home from sea. I want to ask the Bracewells and Mr. Becket up to dinner. You postponed it once, before I tur...