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ter XvIII.-Han Columbia.

Chapter XVuI.-Han Columbia.
Luck was still to attend the ships COM
pany~ Of the York-luck III the shape of
weather. The wind took two days to
change its mood, then shifted off the
port bow where Hardy's metaphoric red
eye was winking.
The man, the dog, the watch-taci.le
and The winch were equal to the sud
den confrontment of air, which happen
ed at daybreak when the man and the
dog could see, and when the girl at the
wheel could see.
OF course sail was not trimmed as
though the York had been a frigate, as
though you had fifty men for rope
when the master-mariner considers him
self lucky if he gets twenty-five mer
for a full-rigged ship. Trimming sail
took time; but it was done. And the
dog stuck like glue to the slack. No
need to dwell upon the discipline; it was
now, as before. and likely to continue
whilst health ard strength endured. The
sweethearts used the hen coop alternate
~, and it yielded them all necessary re-
freshment of slumber; The dog kept g
lookout whilst the girl steered, and still
the ships course was q crows flight fof
the Chops with some hurdles of parallels
before her indeed; but her march though
slow was conquering, and the lovers
spirits were as high as the dog-Vane that
shook its piece of bunting at the main
royal masthead.
When Hardy had trimmed sail this
morning he sat beside the girl TO rest
a little. The wind was to the westward
of north, the sky that way was pale,
but the sun to starboard burnt bright
and lefty ridges of cloud, very delicate,
like the memory of the ripple on the
sands of the coast, moved stealthlly
northwest, which signilied surdry cur
rents OF air of no moment, if below ali
gushes the favoring breeze.
Wen breakfast in few minutes,
said Hardy. Il feel as if l have been
swimming ten miles,
I'VE are in luck, George" answered
Julia.
is the luck of the saiior?' said
he Il have heard of one lucky sailor.
He went to a sale and bought feather
bed. Jack in feather bed. He turned
in and his starboard banion was wor-
ried by something hard. He ripped the
cover ard found bag containing liz
Queene Anne guineas. He started pub
lie house and died worth 8S,9W.
lie was q sailor ana uSSSI GU ~ SelAu
Julia why do sailors hate soldlers.
1.-The historian must answer thai. There
is a reason and it is true. You see, my
dear, u sailor will spend his last half
crown upon his girl, and a-soldier Will
borrow the last half crown from his
girl"
DO soldiers hate sailors?" asked Julia,
laughing.
They only meet at sea- answered
Hardy, land the motion of ship will
neutralize prejudice in the man who can
stand it,"
In due course the galley fire was light
ed. coffee was boiled, and the ships COM
pany broke their fast. The breeze hung
steady, the glass spoke hopefully, and
Hardy found, after taking sights, that
home was nearer by some hundred miles
than it had been yesterday. 1t was
o'clock on the evening of this day. The
lights of heaven Winked sparely through
an atmosphere that nevertheless was I'M
thickened by mist The fresh wind of the
noon had slackened much, and the sound
of the fall Of the sea off the bow was sop
by, as though the cook was emptying
buckets of stuff over the side. and, indeed,
the noise was in keeping with the sort OF
smoking, greasy face of the sea, which
rolled in knobs of soft, black oil speed
lily out of sight, so general and closing
was the dusk.
Julia stod at the wheel, and the dog,
as usual, was on the forecastle head keep
ing a lookout. The girl could distinctly
hear her lover snoring in his hencoop.
The magic of the ear Of love runs mel
Ody into the snore of the sweetheart; to
the burdened marital organ the snore is
not the voice of the heavenly chorister.
Shakespeare wonders whether we dream
in our sleep Of death; Julia might have
wondered If we snored. The pinnacle
lamp burnt brightly, so did the side lights
The girl had been sleeping whilst Hardy
steered, and now stood fresh and firm al
the wheel, very shadow of British girl
snug In the madmans cloak; but the
faint stars knew that her figure was beau
tiful
Suddenly the dog began to bark; its
deep note rolled aft in low thunder Ju-
liza, with her heaTt slightly futtering
strained her eyes to port and then tc
starboard, believing that the dog was re-
porting the side-light or white masthead
light Of a ship or steamer. But the dos
continued to bark. and in the midst of it
before II awoke Hardy, before she could
call to Hardy, SMELL an everpowerins
stencil, fumes as overwhelming as am
that could rise from the shallow tombs o.
thousands of plague-stricken wretches-
this subduing and distracting presenc,
was in the air.
George! George!!" shriekcd the girl
But she could not speak again, for the
Nth of the breeze compelled her right