The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1896-02-08

fully. why" she said to herself,
hes just as sweet and kind as he can
be. ] wish 1t was the other nasty old
thing l was lighting"
or course, she accepted the invita-
tion and went to the Neck; and. equal
ly Of course, being a woman. she was
looking her prettiest When Moses
saw her coming. he merely remarked:
There's woman and took HIM
self ou. Of the way, going to the ex-
treme end OF the Neck. where he sat In
the sand and contemplated the ruined
timbers of the Phoebe. Nathaniel rose
and advanced to meet his visitor, con-
scious Of her grace and beauty, and his
awkwardness and freckled homeliness
conscious Of the fact that they were
adversaries at law, conscious of every
thing except that she was looking at
him with very kindly interest.
Mr.. Quimby, l got your letter, and
couldn't do anything else till l had
come down to thank you.'
Now, don't say anything about that.
You're more than welcome, ma am,
I'm sure" he interrupted. "Of course
! know how you must feel about 1t. and
it's proper" AS he spoke he led the
way to. the wreck Passing under
the stern of the vessel, Miss Martling
looked up at the name. not quite as
bright as when painted, but still clear
ly legible. on the stern. THAT looks
Very natural" she said. Poor fa-
ther; nothing would suit him but to
have that name though ! didn't want
him to-" :.
ITS very pretty name, I'm sure
responded her companion, rather rron
q desire to say something agreeable
than from any deep conviction.
DO you think so?" she turned to-
ward him with smile. I'm afraid you
just say that to be flattering' Mr.
Quimby.'
why, no. MAJ am" answered honest
Quimby. II am not good judge oi
names--women's names, mean, put
I thought that name had sort OF
! pleasant sound as if it was the name
of somebody that the captain cared
considerably about"
Il thought you knew" she repeated
(though why she thought so was
| mystery, that is my name
Quimbys heart inside of him gave q
| decided jump, and to the very center OF
| it he rejoiced that he had praised the
name. Molly--Molly b Molly L
Martling - suddenly it occurred tc
him that she had been an unobservant
| fool not to have discovered long age
| that 1t was not only very pretty. but
an entirely fascinating name. MOLLY
b.. OF Bangor" he read again. in a
voice that unconsciously tried to pro.
nounce the words so as to bring out
| all their latent music. and the effort
| must have been partly successful. for
| the real Molly at his side blushed. and
| then Quimby blushed between all his
| freckles. and thought that she must
| think him a very rude and familiar
| fellow.
| Silence between them now till they
reached the cabin hatch. Quimby
stopped there and pointed down. 81
| guess you'll find everything below
| bout as we found 1t. I'm afraid you'll
be disappointed some, for the things
were ratified around good deal.
don't think you can make much out oi
the papers, but had 'em out in the
sun to kind of dry them. You dom
| want that I should go down with yot
judge but If you need anything OF
want to know about anything. just cal
out and I'll be around here some
| where"
With a look Of gratitude for this deli
cate courtesy Miss Martling went below
and Quimby took up his station on thu
sunny sand beside the hull. But there
was no call for him and an hour wen
by, during which the young woman
was having a quiet cry over the wrecl
of those simple things which had onc'
been her fathers and Nathaniel wal
having q somewhat stormy session
with his own conscience. He had tolt
his guest that everything in the cabii
was about as they found 1t. but ther'
had been a mental reservation, for th'
portrait that was even now reposing II
his inner coat pocket. He had sorrow
fully resolved to make q clean breast o
1t when Miss Martling came out. q lit