The morning call., 1893-06-11

went into his cabin and carefully shaved
and dressed himself. They had found
clothes belonging to the murdered master
and mate of the brig, and neither Tom or
les had scrupled 10 wear them.
When my sweetheart stepped out he was
mote like his old self in appearance than |
mad seen him for many a long day. He
wore blue cloth trousers and waistcOat.
and the round jacket that had come from
the Childe Harold's slopchest: the collar
OF his sailor shirt lay open and exposed
his finely shaped throat above the black
SIX handkerchief careessly tied there
He had found and put on a sealskn cap
which suited him admirably we'll
This Is good, hoSpitabie spread" said
he, looking at the table; ''ths will warm
the cookies of the corp0ral's heart. The
poor fellows are not always dealt with AS
the French and Yankee wbalers''
be took up the briggs glass, and fol-
lowed him 10 the top of The house, wishing
VIII good morning with kiss of my hand
as l passed him at the wheel. Bates on
top of the house stood soberly surveying
the island. He said to Tom, THE warns
to be left to Won, take it. Butler; and my
parts 10 nod ?"
That's it," said Tom.
He pointed the glass and carefully swept
the island and the sea on either hand of il
then bade me look. The huge vocaD ic
rock was now between three and four
miles od; the base was of perpendicular
cliffs of lava about 80 feet high; beyond
was level strip of land backed bv the
mountain, Which rose abruptly to about
4 90 feet, then shelved peakwisa to its
star-searching height. The swell burst
against the iron foot of the island ana
boiled in a wool-white line. Thick heapS
of white clouds cIung 10 the towering emf
nence, but the summit remained yisibl-, a
delicate white glittering like a spgar-loaf
in the rich morning blue.
"D'yc see the houses, Marian ?" said
Tom. Look away to the left, low down"
| pointed the telescope. and presently
saw a number of little cottages situated ON
the north extreme of the long level strin
of land. did not quickly distinguish the
buildings; they were Of the color of the
mass Of rock, and mingled with the back
ground.
You'll suppose gazed with passionate
interest There before ME. large in the
lenses of the telescope. lay my new home.
| wondered which OF the cottages might
fall to Tom and me-whether we would
have to build for ourselves? How was
life spent upon that island? How did the
slender community occupy and amuse
themselves? Tom had talked to me of
farming, seal-huniing. fishing, cultivating
irnit trees in the sunny and sleeny hollows
of the several little craters. But surely
spent, and If tnat lovely iSl9nd did bat
give Tnm the safety and heartsease
prayed for I'd be willing to pass my whole
lie upon it and share a grave in 1t with
my dear one.
Thus ran my thoughts while | looked.
put the telescope in Toms hand again he
eyed me inquiringly and auXiously. | an
swered his look by saying: sit is beauti-
ful and calm and grand; | can imagine
no spot in this world | would choose be-
fore it,
When we were come within two miles of
The shore the briggs t0psail was backed
and her light sails iurled; by the time this
was done l. WHO had secured the helm and
gone to the deckhOuSe top to take another
view of the lava-colored swelling places,
spied a white boat making for us: by help
of the glass counted four men in her. She
came along quickly. The swell was strong,
but the breeze small ana the folds ran
smoothly. We went to the gangway to re-
ceive the boat and VIII stood by with line.
Tom. looking through the telescope, ex-
claimed: The corporaPs not one of them.
| believe recOlcct the stroke oar-it's
Peter Green. Dutchman."
.'Ihe CORPORAL may be dead" said l.
1T will not matter" he answered.
The white whateboat swept alongside.
the coil OF line flung by Will was caught
three Of the fellows scrambled aboard bv
way Of the main chains and the fourth fol-
lowed quickly after, thrusting the boat Sc
cured by the line clear of the brig. Three
OF them were elderly men and one middle
aged they were dressed in large grass
hats. blue jackets, and two of them in
trousers of sort of fearnaught. Tom
stepped up to the man that had pulled
stroke, and giving his hand, said:
You're Peter Green. Do you remember
me?"