Daily Kennebec journal., 1874-04-09

passenger. They're apt to fancy that be-
cause they're boss ashore they need be
boss aboard. an I'm masteriul man my
self. an don't hold with no Cos. in salt
water. Hows'ever, 1 shouldn't mind so
much if i liked the man.
.'And don't you p asked Faith tmidiy'
her color still high.
do you?'' said he, STOPPING forward 10
look her full in the face. "He s been a
deal at Amlwch since l left. people tell
me. an you must ha' seen plenty OF NM.
What do you think of him ?'
II. Kyle ?''-her eyes dropping beneath
the sharp scrutiny-'I-I don't know.
He's pleasant-spoken and civil. think
he's nice enough"
And l think him cross between Tool
and ape" quoth Kyle Griffiths shortly
"son of q seacook Well, Faith, won
der
Faith snatched her hand away angrily.
.'He has more manners than YOU" cried
she, painting and ruffiing like an cnraged
sparrows ''he is 4 gentleman at any rate
an would never dream of using such Ian
guage of people he don't even know more
than to speak to. Oh and here feel
mos were loo much for words. and an in
dignant little SIGH and shivcr filled the
gap.
Even the violet was dying out of the sky
now, and cool, gray shadows crept up
from the east, and threw a somber tint
over the mans face. small, cold wind
rose out of the sea, ruffiing its breast with
long, fretful lines, like the puckered face
of an ailing child. 1t chilled the dimples
in Faiths cheeks, and blew the soft, brown
locks off kyle's stern brow and far over
head a gull few by, with a long, shrill
scream, like the wall of banshee Be-
fore it ceased Kyle spokc:-
"He's gentleman, is heo | thank God,
then. / am not. Had l been one might
have been betrothed to some fine lady.
i'stead O. the daughter of an honest sea-
faring man like myself. Faith. twice
these five minutes have YOU found fault
with my manners. Idon't say they're finer
nor rough sailors have need to be. but
you never laid blame on them before.
Has this gentleman been teaching YOU to
do so in my absence. this time p
Women are constitutionally towards.
Faith Morgan was very woman. For all
reply at first she, metaphorically, turned
tall. and took refuge behind that ever
ready shield of feminini!y. burst of
tears 1t was not until they mad lasted
long enough TO make Kyle apostrophize
himself as brute that she sobbed out -
.How c-c-cruel you are! You kn-n-now
that / love you as you are better than-and
yet-oht" Another burst, and the pretty
head dropping very near Kyle's knee. In
voluntarily he laid his hand caressingly
upon it, Involuntarily his voice took II
softened. soothing tone.
''Am l cruel. Faithie, and to you? Nay,
then, don't cry. Mayhaps | was over
sharp, but was met on the landing by i'll
talk about young Denbigh an you. They
said he had been taking my place, an
though / wouldn't believe it, nor even
hearken to the foul-tongued gossip. it sort
o cut me when you spoke up for him.
Faith, lassie, l love you more than many
husband. If you to play me false with
any one. think I'd feel like killing lin
an you too
He looked like it at the moment, and she
believed him, and trembled at the ming
ling of passionate tenderness and wrath
in his tone. Instinctively she turned and
clasped his strong hand in both hers. her
face turned up coaxingly.
Don't think O. such things. Kyle, love ;
you know l never could. What's MI
Denbigh to me, but fathers partner p
He was holding the soft hands, and
looking down into the sweet eyes. The
moon, Just rising glittered on something
which, unnoticed by her. had escaped from
the folds of her neckerchief-a golden cir
Gle with the portrait of man within.
Faith" said Kyle Griflilhs, in a tone
which strove for steadiness, you're wear
in grand new trinket since / saw you
last. Who gave you that p
He spoke too suddenly. With a quick,
frightened gesture she snatched away her
hand, as if to hide the bauble. With a
face deeply, terribly red, the red of cow
ardly consciousness, she stammered out !:
fI-it's nothing-father's-l mean
bought it,
[CONrINULD To-MORROW.