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— BANRER-WATCIIMAN, ATHENS, GEORGIA, MAY 2§, i§8f _ ' • FROM THE DIARY OF INSPECTOR BYRNES. By JULIAN HAWTHORNE, Author of “The Great Bank Robbery," “An American Penman," Eta [Copyright byO M. Dunham, and published, through special arrangement by the American Press Association with Cassell & Ca. New York sod London.) CHAPTER XIV. A POWERFUL. ALLY. EVERAL da.ys after this event, the inspector was informed that a lady desired to see . him. He gave orders that she be admitted, and a young woman dressed in mourn ing entered the room. She was pale and hand some. with pow erful dark eyes The inspector rose and placed a chair for her. She sat down, regarding him with great intent- ness, as if endeavoring to satisfy herself what manner of man he w as. “Can I be of any assistance to you, tnadam?” the detective inquired. “I hope you may,” was her reply, “for I don’t know where to look for help, un less to you. You were officially cogni zant, were you not, of the case of Mr. Percy Nolen, who was accused of a rob bery a few weeks ago?” The inspector inclined his head. “It came to my knowledge in the ordinary routine,” lie said. “It has been ad journed. as you are probably aware, and the chances are that it will not soon be beard of again.” “Percy Nolen was my brother,” she resumed. “He was lost at sea.” Her lips trembled, but 6he recovered herself -Abe inspector noted that she seemed to possess unusual self command—and went on. “My mother and I are the only ones of the family left alive; and my mother is an invalid. My brother died with a shadow upon his name, and I consider it my duty to remove it. I am sure that it can be done; and I am ready to make any effort or sacrifice to do it. Nothing would be a sacrifice that would accom plish that result.” “I’m afraid you will find it no easy matter. Miss Nolen. Speaking as a pro fessional man, I must say that the pros pect is not a hopeful one.” “I don't expect it to be easy; but I am determined to succeed, and 1 mean to give all my life and energy to it,” said she, in the same quiet tone which she bad used from the first, but with im mense underlying earnestness. “Of course, I know nothing about the ways of finding out criminals, and I don't think that, in an ordinary matter, I should make a good detective; but this is a thing 1 care so much about that it’s different. 1 believe that if the man who stole that money was to pass me on the Street 1 should feel that it was he.” The inspector dropped his pencil and stooped to pick it up. The notion of identifying criminals by emotional intu ition was not without its humorous side; but he did not wish liis smile to be seen; and by the time he liad recovered his pencil he had recovered his gravity like wise. “Even if you were able to recog nize him in that way, Miss Nolen,” be remarked, “there would be no evidence in that to fasten the crime upon him. The jury might think you were mis taken, and would refuse to convict; In fact, I don’t think you could persuade any judge on the bench to grant you a warrant.” vl wasn’t thinking of putting it on that ground,” Pauline replied, coloring a little. “But when I have convinced my self that I know th0’*man, I would find evidence against, him that would con vince the world too. Only let me know him first, and the rest would be easy.” “Well, all I can say is, I hope you’ll find him.” “1 should not have come here to waste your time merely by telling you this,” she continued, looking up at him firmly. “1 wish to tell you something that may Indicate who he is, and then you will be able, perhaps, to help me find out where he is and what his record is. I don’t suppose you know that Percy was not my only brother?” The detective intimated that he did not. “My other brother’s name was Jerrold. He died a few years ago. They had rea son to think that his death was hastened by foul means. The man whom he ac cused of it was tried; the case was ap pealed several times, but at last, after having been confined for over a year, the accused was acquitted. He said that he would be revenged upon us. Why may he not have taken this way to be re venged?” The inspected began to be interested. “What was his name?” he asked. “His name was Horace Dupee. Be was a medical student.” “Tell me the circumstances. I may recollect something of it.” “When my brother Jerrold left college he decided to be a physician, and he be gan the study of medicine here in New York. He attended lectures and went to the hospitals. He was fond of fun and a favorite with his fellow students, and I suppose he was rather imprudent in his habits. He was good natured and excit able and the others led him on. “The way the end came was this: There was a supper given to one of the students who had got through his course. He was the Horace Dupee I spoke of. He was - a clever man, I believe. I never saw him, and lie and Jerrold were great friends. There were ten or twelve other young men at the supper. They drank a good deal of wine and became noisy £P.d excited. They began to play practi cal jokes on one another. At last Hor ace Dupee got up to make a speech. My brother, who sat near him, kept inter rupting him with jokes and laughing. He got angry finally—Dupee did—ahd made some threat or'Baid some insulting thing. My brother instantly threw a glass of wane in His face, glass and alL “Dupee rushed at him and struck him with his fist. They began to fight; but my brother was the stronger, and he struck Dupee in the face, 6o that "he fell over a chair. Then the others separated them; and my brother, after a moment, forgot his anger, and wanted to make friends with Dupee again, but Dupee would not for a while,-but the others urged him, until at last he laughed and came and shook hands,with. my brother, and pretended that he was quite recon ciled; but he said afterwards to one of the young men that he ‘would be even with Nolen yet*’ “They had been on the point of break ing up, but after this they got to drink ing and talking again; and Dupee came and sat down by my brother, and kept filling his glass for him, but only pre tending to drink himself, until my brother got quite' intoxicated and acted foolishly. It was then after midnight, and the young- men began to go home, and Dupee said he would see my brother to his lodgings. My father and mother and myself were not in New York just then; wo had gone down to a southern watering place on account of my mother being delicate, and Jerrold was staying in furnished rooms in a boarding house. “He and Dupee started off together after leaving the others. My brother could walk, but he was not fit to take care of himself. The boarding house was on West Twenty-third street, some way down. The door had a covered porch to it and was nearly on a level with the sidewalk. It was a winter night, but there was no snow on the ground. “It was not quite 1 o’clock in the morn Ing when they l|ft the restaurant to gether. At 2 o'clock the policeman whose beat was on that part of Twenty-third street saw some one lying in the porch of the boarding house. He examined and found that he was in evening dress, with an overcoat on; he was insensible and his pockets were empty. There did not seem to be any mark of violence on him. The policeman thought he was in sensible from drink. He knocked up the people in the house, and when he found that my brother lived there helped to take him up to his room. But there was a physician living in the house, and he came and looked at my brother and saw there was something wrong. At last he found a bruise ou his head, be hind the ear, made with some blunt in strument, for the skin was not cut, but it had produced concussion of the brain. Towards dawn lie partly recovered con sciousness, and when he was asked about his injuries lie mumbled something about Dupee; but they could not get anything definite from him. A telegram was sent to us at Old Point Comfort, where we were stopping. My mother was too ill to move; I stayed with her, and my father went on at once, but he arrived too late. My brother” Her voice faltered, and she broke off. The story had been told with entire sim plicity, but with intense vividness and earnestness. The scenes which she de scribed seemed to be before her as she spoke, and the emotion which she had striven to repress broke forth at last in a few quick sobs. She soon controlled herself and added, “My father had an inquest Held; the young men who had been present at the supper were called upon to testify, and they told of the quarrel and the apparent reconciliation, and it was shown that Horace Dupee was the last person seen with my brother. In his examination Dupee said that he had taken him home and left him in his doorway, bidding him good night; and that, though my brother had seemed not - quite himself, yet he was able to take care of himself. He denied any knowledge of the blow. But it was proved that he had threatened my brother; and it was thought that he might have emptied my brother’s pockets only to make it appear that the murder was the work of some common thief. So the coroner held him i<x trial.” “I remember the case now,” pnt in the inspector. “The case was pushed against him vigorously, but it broke down at last for want of conclusive evidence, and Dupee was discharged, as you say, after having been kept in jail for a year. Well, I must 6ay, Miss Nolen, that the doubt as to hi^guilt is a reasonable one; and supposing him to have been inno cent, he has certainly received hard treat ment; for such an accusation as th&t, though not proved, is enough to ruin a man’s career.” “I do not believe he was innocent, In spector Byrnes! I am sure that he was guilty, and, having escaped punishment for that, he means to do us more injifry still. No—an innocent man would not have been ruined by an unjust accusa tion! It would have stimulated him to prove by his after life that he had been wronged.” “Do you know what his subsequent life has been?” inquired the inspector. “I have heard enough to know that it has been what I should have expected it to be. He has associated with low and dishonest people; he has gone under dif ferent names, and it is probable that he may have been arreste^ more than once for other crimes. I have always felt that he was our enemy, and have expected that something like this would happen. I am the only one of us left to fight him, Insjiector Byrnes. He killed my eldest brother; he was the means of bringing about the disgrace and death of Percy; my father died of disappointment add grief; my mother is a broken down in valid. But I am strong and well, and I am determined to bring him to justice! Will you help; use?” . : . • Her eyes ‘darkened and her cheeks flushed as she put the question. The in spector, though lie could not but per ceive that the chances were against the correctness of her theory, was touched by her earnestness. “In what way would you expect me to assist you?" he inquired. “You^can communicate with the po lice ih all parts ortno country," sne an swered, “and you know, or can find out. the history of all the criminals who have been arrested in New York and in many other places. What I ask you to do is to trace the record of Horace Dupee from the time he left the jail on the termina tion of his trial till now. Find out his associates, and make them give evidence against him; learn what his aliases have been, and whether he was uot in New York on the day that Mjrs. Tunstall lost her money. If he was—and i am 6ure it will turn out so—it will be found that he had money to spend soon afterwards, and perhaps some one of the bank notes can be traced to him. Oh!” she ex claimed, lifting one hand with an irre pressible gesture, “if I can see him stand before me in the prisoner’s dock, I shall have lived long enough!" ‘Upon my word, Miss Nolen," re marked the Inspector with a smile, “1 wouldn’t envy the man who had done you an injury, be he who lie may: and if this fellow Dupee, or any one else, has been guilty of the crimes you charge him with I hope with all my heart you may live to see him convicted of them—and a long time afterwards, too! As for my share in the business, 1 can assure you that all possible investigations shall be made and, if Dupee has really joined the criminal classes, it will probably only l>e a question of time before we run across him. It is something to liave a definite person suspected in connection with the affair. 1 don’t want to give you any hopes that I cannot fulfill; but I am will ing to say that it is not impossible some thing may come out of this.” “I don’t ask for promises—only .let something be done!” Pauline replied, rising and giving her hand to the detect ive. He felt the strong clasp of her lit tle fingers, and smiled again. “You may depend upon my being at least as good as my word," he said kind ly. “Your cause is a good one, and, so far as I am connected with it, you may be certain that it will not suffer. Hat you must be prepared for disappoint ment, and you must bo patient.” „ . . ish rapidity," the judge, In a few mo nte nature or his sentiments towar . | mentg had the pleasure of lifting on but he had been assiduous in ms a * j a fi ne large demijohn, tightly tions; and only the greatness of the prize at stake withheld him from putting his fate to the touch at once. They arrived about the middle of June. The cottage had previously been put in order for their reception; curtains un packed and put up; mattings spread on the floors; hammocks swung in the ve randas; Venetian blinds fastened over CHAPTER XV. A MESSAGE FROM THE SEA. T had liocn the custom with th Nolens, durinj tho summer months, to go to a seaside resort known as Squit- tig Point, on the New England coast. They own ed a small cot tage there, con- sisting of a sit ting room, three bedrooms, and a kitchen and a eranda, the area of w h i c li w a s larger than all the rest of the house. The house stood upon a low bluff direct ly overlooking the beach. There was a semi-circular inlet at this point, about fifty yards across; in this a pier had been constructed, to the end of which a cat- boat was moored. It was a pretty place,, but a very quiet one. To reach it it was necessary to drive live or six miles from the railway station in the neighboring town. With in a radius of a mile there were perhaps a dozen cottages similar to the Nolens* and occupied chiefly by artists. Milk, eggs, poultry, and vegetables were fur nished by the farm houses in the vicinity: fish could be caught by any one with a fishing line and a boat; meat Und gro ceries must be fetched from the town It was out of the line of fashionable travel; and those who knew of its cxis tence, and had established themselves there, were united in a conspiracy to keep fashion away from it. If they themselves felt the need of a little dissi pation, they could be at Newport in four or five hours or at Swampscott before night. But here they could always be sure of rest, seclusion, charming scenery and as much fishing, sailing and bathing os they wanted. Of course they could not hope to keep their secret long; soon er or later somebody would appear and build a hotel; but meanwhile they en joyed it all the more for feeling that their exclusive possession of it must be limited. Opposite the point .was a line of low islands, seven or eight miles distant, which served as a natural breakwater against the' violence of the Atlantic’s waves, and gave to the intervening ex panse of water the advantages of a bay. They were also a charm and attractioi in themselves; for they were constantly undergoing the most surprising changes under the influence of the mirage; and, being within an easy sail, were often visited for picnicking purposes by the sojourners in the cottages. Baskets of provisions were carried over, and the materials for a clambake or a chowder were always obtainable from the sands and the sea. The time not occupied in cooking and eating could be devoted to picking huckleberries, practicing with the rifle or shotgun, or, if the age and circumstances of the members of the party permitt - *!, in quiet flirtations along the beaches or in the woods. The sail home was made by the red light of sun set or by the white luster of the moon. The winter and spring had pass away without any news having been ob tained concerning Horace Dtipee; if he had really been in New York at the time of the perpetration of the robbery he had entirely disappeared. The only thing to be done was to wait patiently until he came back again, keeping a bright but undemonstrative lookout for him in the meanwhile. As Inspector Byrnes had the matter in charge, it was not neces sary that Pauline should remain in New York; she could be communicated with at any time, and it plight even hasten the result she desired if she were known to be out of the city. Accordingly, as sum mer approached, and her mother’s health manifestly demanded a change, prepara tions were made to go down to Squittig Point. Judge Ketelie, for reasons which the reader will perhaps comprehend, ar ranged to accompany them. He had not as yet mado any avowal to Pauline of the windows. The catboat had been routed out of her winter quarters in the barn, a new coat of point had been given her, new sheets - and halliards rove, and her shrunken seams had been soaked till they were water tight. There she rested at her moorings as gracefully as a sea gulL Every thing being ready, the party, convoyed by the judge, drove out from the town one fine day and took possession. It was sunset by the time the last trunk was moved in. They had supper, and then sat out on the veranda enjoying the pure salt air and the liquid outlook over the bay. There was a faint breeze; little waves made a barely audi ble plash on the shore of the cove. The boat courtesied gently off the end of the pier, as if welcoming its owners back to nature. The moon rose late and red; it was past the fall. To the right, beyond the point, the lighthouse lamp flashed intermittently; a sloop drifted past half a mile out, and the sound of a banjo- tinkled audibly across the water. It's delicious!" murmured the judge, sitting with Mrs. Nolen on one side of Mm and Pauline on the other, and a cigar between bis lips. “To-morrow we’ll go out in the boat and visit the island.” Mrs. Nolen gave a sigh. She was thinking of her son drowned at sea. Pauline understood what the sigh meant; but 6he was made of other metal than her mother. “I mean to learn how to sail the boat myself this summer,” she said. “I like the sea; I would like to live (beside it, or on it, always, llow soft and gentle it is nowl But when thojstorms come 1” “I can give you lessons in sailing,” ob- jrrved the judge. “You know, wben I ras a boy I spent a year before the mast.” *• I learned something last year from Percy,” Pauline replied, “and, now that, ho has become a part of the sea, I shall feel more at home on it than before.” The next day, accordingly, the prac tice of navigation began, and was con tinued day by day thereafter. Pauline showed herself an apt pupil, and was, in deed, quicker in an emergency than the judge himself. Mrs. Nolen at first could not bo prevailed on to accompany them; but one warm day they induced her to venture out, and the experience was so pleasant that she repeated it from time to time. Meanwhile the judge’s affair was man ifestly approaching a crisis. The con stant companionship of the girl he loved was inexpressibly sweet to him, and he was unable to repress some manifesta tion of it; yet he could not decide whether or not Pauline cared enough about him to accept him as her husband. That 6ho esteemed him highly was evi dent, and that Iter affection for him was deep and sincere; but there are many kinds of affection, and the question was whether her affection was of a kind ca pable of being developed into the love of a wife. The judge wished with all his heart that he could do her some immense service, or make for her some noble sac rifice which might 6erve to draw her nearer to him. But such things cannot be commanded at will, and seldom occur when they are waited. It seemed that he must trust to whatever unaided merit he iassessed to win her heart Pauline had always been mature for her age: but since the calamity that had fallen upon her she had developed greatly. She was graver and more taci turn than before, and her manner was more thoughtful and controlled. She seemed already to have outgrown her girlhood and to liave attained the strength and experience of a woman. All this was in the judge’s favor; for his age was the factor in the matter which he feared most. If they could meet on more nearly equal terms in this respect, he could fed more confidence as to the rest. She con versed with him on his own intellectual level, and consulted him freely and con fidentially on all matters of interest to herself. No friendship between a man and woman could liave been more inti mate and genuine; but it was something more than friendship that the judge longed for; if he could have detected a single glow of passion in her cheeks he corked, which had been hooked by the handle. After the laugh had subsided the judge suggested that the demijohn might con tain something, and he knocked off the *•; against the gunwale of the boat. About a pint of salt water came out and then a fragment of wood—apparently part of the lid of a cigar box, on which something had been written with a pen cil. The writing was almost obliterated, but two or three words, or portions of words, still remained. “See if you can make them out, Pau line,” said the judge, after scrutinizing I dl . d not k "ow whethp,,^ sorry that 1 was the that strange message ^ v ° f judge, when they were *3 “And yet I could not hr|?L°> there must have been 8onL h,t H design in the matter n . had appointed me his * **» “Oh, lain glad—1 joined Pauline musingly downcast “It puts wyW h|| <*i All this time 1 could n 0 tS*»‘i C0u rse . was gone. 1 knew it. of “Your the inscription a few moments, eyes are better than mine.” Holding the tiller in her left hand Pauline took the bit of wood in her right and looked at it “I can make out part of a name,” she said presently, “and some figures—a date, I suppose. All!'' Her lips closed tightly and her eyes dilated. The boat swung round into the wind, and lay with the sail flapping. She had forgotten the tiller. “What is it?” asked the judge in sur prise. She met his eyes, and then glanced stealthily toward her toother. Nothing.” 6aid she; and put the helm over again. The boat resumed its course, the water bubbling under the stern. Mrs. Nolen gazing toward the island, which was now near at hand, had noticed noth ing. After a moment, she leaned toward him and whispered in his ear: “It is the name of the steamer in which Percy sailed, and the date of the hurricane. Some one must have thrown it over board in the storm—perhaps it is his own writing. Say nothing; mother must not know.” She thrust the bit of wood into the front of her dress, while the judge drew back with a grave, concerned face and folded his arms in silence. It was a strange event, indeed. That demijohn had been drifting about on the ocean currents for months, to be brought, at last, to the very hand for which it liad been perhaps intended. Paulino did net doubt that Percy had thrown it over board at the moment when all hope seemed gone, and probably just before he himself was swept from the deck and if so it must have been to her that he liad in his heart addressed it. The incident brought the picture of the disaster vividly before her imagina tion; she liad never realized it so in tensely before-sthe plunging hull, the reeling decks, the shattered masts, the white leaps and scetliing of the TUad- dened seas, the deafening shriek of the gale, the black darkness around and overhead; and her brother, her own be loved brother, staggering forth into this blind fury of chaos to waft to her the last message of despair. She saw it all; and then, with a long indrawing-of the breath, her eyes beheld the blue surface of the summer sea, the warm and tender sky bending over it, tho-green shore of the island toward which they were softly gliding. Her heart melted, and tears wet her cheeks unawares, “I am really glad I came,” said Mrs. Nolen, turning round with a smile. “It has been a delightful sail, and the island looks so pretty! I hope it will be as nice going back.” . “Well begun is half ended,” said the judge, raising the centerboard as the boat entered an inlet and ran up on the beach; “and, if the worst conies to the worst, we liave provisions enough to stay here over night.” had not been brought I can feel that all i 3 well^ am glad it came." ’* Wlt h Ity It seems a pity that so message should U* ilWiM** '-"| the judge. “Itwouldh ' % know for a certaintv n,« " H certainty that it* Percy s own hand.’’ 1 “Perhaps it will bocomo when the wood is dried, not care if it turned outJ,'S written by some one ^ SS Percy’s ship-the Amazon-, case it is from him." I am a little surprised" „•> judge, after a pause, “that ’utT has not written us some of the, 7 the affair. He can hardly ha Ve r understand that any informal ever slight, would have U*„ you. You have not heard Z* 1 have you?” ^ ‘No, and I think you are would have been a much happier man On the other hand, Pauline was quite able to wil her feelings; and no young woman of healthy mind can be expected to show what emotion may be in her, or even to acknowledge it to herself, until she has been fairly challenged. At length, having become quite accus tomed to the management of the boat, they decided to make the trip to the island. The lunch basket was packed and stowed amidships; fish lines and hooks were placed in the locker, in case they should come across a school of bluefish; cush ions and wraps were provided for Mrs. Nolen, and extra ballast was put into the hold, in order to keep her steady in case the wind should increase. An early start was made, for the breeze was so light as scarcely to ruffle the water, and set nearly in a direction opposite to that which they wished to go. In order to get out of the little cove it was necessary to use the oars; but after that the wind gently swelled the sail, and, proceeding by long tacks, they slowly made their way toward the island that seemed to quiver and waver in the heat on the ho rizon. About 11 o’clock the breeze freshened a li.tle, and the boat slipped more swiftly, but Btill with an even, gliding motion, through the water. The judge, who fancied lie detected signs of blue- Jish, now relinquished the helm to Pau line, and got out liis lines. The squid was thrown out astern, and cut a tiny wake' through the waves, while the judge, with his finger on the line, watch ed it like a hawk. For an hour, in spite of several false alarms, nothing was caught, but finally there was an unmis takable tusr* and. hauling in with feyer- CHAPTER XVI. A STRANGE WOOING. HE judge pulled off liis shoes and stock ings and jumped into the shallow water, and, tugging manfully, pulled the boat up high enough to render ■ it an easy matter .to transport the 'ladies to the 'shore. Mrs. No- & len he took in his arms and set down on the beach; then he turned to do the like service for Pauline, and his heart beat at the thought of having her for a moment so near liirn. But as she stood poising herself in the* bows, light, beautiful and agile, he per ceived that she meant to make a leap of it, and, indeed, the distance was probar bly not beyond her powers. She glanced at him at that juncture, and could not have failed to notice the sudden faltering of his expression from its previous joy ful expectation; she hesitated, and then, with a faint blush, held out her arms, RAVinff* * 4 After oil nnrViono vtaii W. why he has not It was liuT^j that Percy should leave N ew yT urged him to go with him: he ti responsibility. The least ho could 4 to guard him from harm. \\\ storm came he should not have | ■ go out of his sight. BuU n#te J him lie drowned. I can umlers^’ ho lias uot written to me—he dare!" ^ She said this with a passiona,, phasia. The judge was secretli scious of a feeling of relief, but liis, of rectitude compelled him to would not be just, 1 think, tochZ Martin with being accountable^ cy’s death.” “Perhaps it is not logically b that is the way I feel,” was Iter ret* By this time they had rod* spring, which trickled outofamjj a few feet above high water uari filled a barrel that had been sunkij sand below. The judge knelt doij plunged the jug into the cool ( which gurgled into it with a refra sound. Pauline stood, with tier h • hanging folded, looking down a The bl ue sea, the sunshine the were inexpressibly soothing. “How pleasant it is here,” btasjj The judge rose, .with the jugs hand. A moment before be W meant to speak so 6oon; but w words seemed to break from untarily. “Pauline, will you be my wife!"la She took a step backward, eyes met. She was startled, aiultk pression of her face at first km indicate refusal. But after a few ments the softer look returned mingled with sadness. “Would that be best?” she asked “Infinitely best for.me. Jlutiti who must decide. T have loved ja since you were a little girl.” “Does my mother know of thisT “Yes, since last year; and she den me Godspeed. But 1 do wt you to be influenced by that, for yourself alone. 1 am twin years, and more; but in my love fa I am young, and shall always be’ She stood silent for a while, f evidently touched by his words, the manly generosity of hisaM something was yet wanting tom final conviction to her heart, b| was too true to herself to commit without it. “There is no man living fur care so much as for you," {to length; “but I have never find caring for you in that way. 1 13 pended oil you and trusted inf to be your wife. . . • dtoj® 1 give me tiniel I do not kno* think, or feel. But 1 shall d doubt—I will give you an It seems to mo that if 1 could as you wish it would be a for for me—fortunate that a man should wish to marry such a am. But give me till to-inorw* “As long as you need," an**' judge, huskily. “It is my duty happiness to wait for you and os long as I live." The breeze fell again during saying: “After all, perhaps you had bet ter take me." _ The judge could not speak; the revul sion was too sudden. She had never be fore done anything which seemed so sig nificant, and as he received her on his 6turdy shoulder he experienced a happi ness more poignant than he had ever known. The action lasted but for an in stant, but the effect was by no means so transient; on the contrary, it kept glow ing and increasing in his soul, and quite illuminated his' whole aspect. Pauline, too, was in an unusual mood; she seemed softer and more accessible than was usual with her. The tears which she had lately shed had brought all the woman in her to the surface. There were tones in her voice that thrilled to the judge’s heart like exquisite music. The memory of her brother had done her lover good service. A spot was selected under the shade of a cedar, with clean white sand under neath. Here Mrs. Nolan was established with her cushions, and the cloth was spread for lunch. The basket was un packed, the plates and knives and forks arranged, and the good things set out. They had brought a jug of water, but it had become so warm as to be unpalat able; so the judge proposed that they should go and find a spring; there was sure to be one not far off. Pauline assented and they started, leaving Mrs. Nolan beneath th® cedar. noon, and they delayed their i expectation of a change tot I result justified their fc ““ moon appeared above tl the clouds began to gather and the tops of thetrees wa mured. The direction of tee such that, after leaving the could make a nearly stra jLji home, keeping the boom quarter. In setting out a lo s land extending on the w u the sweep of the wind, an much fighter than it water was smooth ana m sufficient to makethem * *#] idly. But the moment tne rj cape was passed the the violence of the win J them. The judge, whoj^jj made the mistake of ® u ^j] i d was a gust or temporary*!. f therefore did not P* 1 * smooth water and dou as he should have don&j* By thetimehehaddiaco wind had come to stay. j on their course to nu»ke > able. To have done to ^ ▼olved beating up almo« , the gale, which worn been a long job, but on- of the waves would ha geroua To keep on* ® ^ I seemed comparator nt , 0 ^ being nearly fair, ye* ® j,bkj to involve the perd tance, moreover, w** « the boat, though going fast AcejJJ; graspod the tiller gjJJ. headed so aa to pa* * • couple point® to th
