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and Lozenges.
 "Why, the last time he cemed in here twas & matter of three weeks ago. You was sitting up in front of the fire nurs- l ing the chile, and he jest stood over again 'ee by the chimneypiece, sortef thoughtful. Do you love it?' he axed, do you love it?' but you didn't make no answer. Them were his words. Do you mind, Nan?'
 "Yes," said the girl softly, 'I mind.'
 "'Twas @ queer question reckoned to put to mother, but there, you ain't never been terrible up wi the chile. " "No."
 "Maybe you didn t speak to him sort CT tender afore you borned him. same as did my little girl" "No"
 "Yet 'twor my chile that was born dead"
 Aye" the girl answered fercely. "and ain't mine born dead too?''
 The elder woman glanced at her in astonishment. "Whst ails you, Nan?" she exclaimed. "Why, the poor lamb Is calling for the breast" "I don't hear it call, "the girl an. swered stonily. Martha looked down with sad eyes at the child on her knee. "You don't love 1t terrible tendersome." she said.
 The girl, turning away her head, made no reply. Without the storm clamored more fiercely and the faces of the listening women grew white and tense.
 l "Pray for them at sea" exclaimed Martha, glancing at her mother.
 "And ain't praying for 'em?" ex- postulated the old woman passionately.
 "Say the word aloud, mother. and let us join in."
 The old woman clasped her hands, worn with toll, knotted with age, and sank on her knees. Her thin lips trem- bled. but no words broke from them. Wind and sea, as if in derision at her combat, and the thunder heaved it's way through their clamor with noise like the splitting of mountainA
 70 Godr' sobbed the woman, 'he wor @ good son to me, a good son to ma" She was silent 8 moment, and the storm without upreared itself against the cliffs, rocking the cottage in its heavy embrace. 70 GodP' she burst forth again, 'Ye would have spared Sodom for the sake O ten righteous men, and 'twor terrible big and wicked city l-spare the boat cause O Jossi wouldn't have axed so bold If 'twor 6 ship, but it's nought but a boat, mortal Gman and tiddleliwinkie, wi only dree men and lad in it, and the lads de cent lad come O respectable church folk, no chappelites a-setting O their selves up above their betters. Happen you're angered in Rab Tapp, and we'll you might be, for he's not over and above conspicuous in good works Stil he's young-and youth s larning time but, if ye be terrible set on cutting hin on-and I'll not deny the temptation then, O Lord God, speak to Joss through the mouth O the winds, same as ye dit the men O Joppa. 90 that he shall riss and cast Rab forth into the deep, ana the sea shall cease her ragingi'' As she uttered the last words the sicl girl sprang from the bed and caught tho old woman by the shoulders. "Hov dare 'ee mind the Almighty O Rab'l weaknesses at such time, Y" she cried passionately.
 "And do you reckon that the Lori has forgotten 'em2'' replied the old wo man in a hard voice. "Ain't they al written in the book O judgment?'
 "There be scores and scores O foN on the sea tonight, the girl answered Ideal wickeder folk than Rab, and why should the Almighty be special took ul wi he? Oh. twas cruel, cruel O yer te put him in mind O the lad"
 "Ain't the names O all sailor mer written on the same page, that the Lort may read and choose in the winking o an eye? And shall I see my own cas- away for fear O speaking out?" remon strated the old woman fercely. "M, firstborn, that lay at my breast ana milked me trustsome. Shame on you t< think O stranger folk afore your owl twedded husband.
 While she spoke there was the sount of heavy knocking on the door without Martha crossed the room, shot back tn | great bolts, and a man, pale faced drenched and battered, staggered in The old woman gave an abrupt, keel cry. My sonp' she exclaimed, an, would have taken him in her arms, bu he put her gently aside and came to ward the girl, who stood barefooted ol the cold stone floor, her long browl hair curling over her coarse nightgown
 "Nan, he cried, sweetheart, wom an, wife, Gods has given me back 'ee."
 "And Rab?'' she said hoarsely.
 "The sea has taken its toll. Rab' drowned" he answered.
 "'Twas he loved, not you," sh cried and fell at the mans feet as dead -London Outlook --s .sss@--z
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