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cay, ay, sir" replied the officer.

"Ay, ay, STRIP replied the officer.
"Can do anything for you on shore, doctor?'
inquired the captain.
} 'Nossing, sare-nossing I sank you. All
} pardon me-zere is one sing [ ave forgot.
wish, sare, if you please, two or tree pound Of
snuff, re Mackaboy, for tickle my nose ave
forgot him." y
"You shall have it, DOCTOR" said the captain
as he entered the boat, which had been ordered
to be ready, and with Mr. Cringle was rowed tc
the pier, from which they both returned to the
store.
CHAPTER III.
1t was early morning. The red sun had just
come up out Of the Atlantic, and now brighten
ed the slightly-rippled waters of Salem harbor
The sails of the HTyrannicide" had been loosed
her cable hove short, and she only waited for
the change of tide to commence her cruise
All of her boats had been hoisted but the cap
tain's gig, and her officers, excepting him only,
were watching the tide very impatently for its
change. He had been summoned to the shore
by a 81 gnal from Mr.. Cringe, very soon after
daylight, much to his surprise-for he had, as
he supposed, received his final directions the
night before
When he reached the store, the merchant met
him, and said: "Go up stairs to Kate, my dear
S"ltt'ih, oiiS i!f,S SOG Sttl1C CITiitt lof YOU
tried to find out, but she would only tell you. u
The captain, who was in hurry to return
to his vessel, hastened up stairs into the parlor
where Miss Kate Cringle waited for him.
She was not what might strictly be termed
a Gerry handsome girl, but yet was pretty. She
had fine, plump, well-shaped firgure her hair
was GLOSSY brown, almost black her eyes Of
a bright hazel-at times laughing and full OF
light, then liquid with deep and true womanly
feeling her features very good and her com
plexion as clear red and white as pink in full
bloom
There was no lack of strong, bold intellect in
her expression ; but she was modest almost to a
fault-if modesty could be faulty for the blush
es came and went like the fushes of her Aurora
Boreals across pale northern sky.
"Your good father said that you wished to
see me, lady," said Seawaif, as he stood before
her, actually blushing as much as she did-for
a brave man is often timid before lady; only
tops, fools, and towards apt to be 'brave
in woman's presence, where danger only exists
in her love-darting eye. Such as they are pro-
tected by shields of brass, while true men go
there with open hearts and naked breasts.
eyes, sir" said Kate, while her eyes were
downcast with modesty ssYou are about to
leave us on an expedition where death will be
lowering above, below, and all around you, and
could not sleep all the night for thinking Of
it; and SO Lspent my wakeful hours in making
for you little token which might remind you,
when far away, that there was one here who
would pray for your safety, watch for your safe
return, and tremble at every storm-cloud that
appears"
Thus saying, she produced small, white,
silken banner, upon which was worked, in rich
gold embroidery, the identical coat-of-arms
which lie had described to her father on the day
before
"Forgivc me-" she said as she saw with what
surprise he looked upon the work. Fl acciden-
tally, yesterday: overheard the sad story which
you told to my E,ther--for WAS m his count
ing-room, conying some invoices. And could
not rest; and so l male this little banner, as a
token of remembrance from one VIE feels deep
interest in your SUCCESS and happiness"
! She ceased to speak, and timidly raised her
eyes to his, as she handed him the pretty flag.
ri thank you, lady" said Seawaif, while his
voice trembled with emotion.
And he took the little flag, and placed it in
his bosom, next to his heart; and, after pressing
her small, white hand to his lips, said:
"Excuse me that do not tarry-my sails are
loose, the anchor almost apeak, and the tide will
serve by the time can get to my vessel. Hea-
ven bless you, and adieu!"
He was gone. And the pretty maiden stood
and looked at the hand on which he had print
ed his last burning kiss-a salute, it is true, of
respect only-looked at it as if the kiss had left
visible impression, sign which she could look
upon for all time when she thought of him.
And still, soft sigh came up from her heart,
seeming to linger on her red sweet lips, as if
10th to part with them. She stood thus dream
| lily, until she heard the sound of men cheering
and then she went to the window, which front
ed toward the harbor, and saw that the "Tyran-
nicide' was under way.
! [To BE Continued