Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1902-09-13

after all. BIT 1t had taught her n les
son never, never TO let another cloud
come between them.
Everything was perfection on thai
wonderful river. Wasn't Jack comm
next week to put an end TO that hdeow
misunderstanding, etc. When won
an gets into this state of mind, the only
thing to do Is to wait patiently till she
gets out Of 1t.
Unfortunately for Mary this consum'
nation devoutly to be deprecated was
only too near Mt hand. The morning
dawned, dull and desolate, The steamc"
lay at the wharf at Chicoutimi. Al
least the captain said 1t was Chcou-
tint. II he had said Constantinoplc
there would have been no ocular evil
dence to disprove his statement, so
persistently did the landscape hide 1t.
self in the thick gray fog.
Even more dismal and desolatr than
her surroundings was the heart OF our
little woman. In her transport of the
night before she had paid but scant,
attention to the address given in Jacks
letter. 1t was only in the morning,
when she realized that she had com
pletely forgotten it, that Its importance
dawned upon her. TO the hopeful sue-
gestions Of her friend she answered
stonily:
"A dispatch simply addressed to his
name in Chicago would never reach
him. He will be gone before l can
write to the Commandant. No. it is
too late. l have tried to think-for
hours-and-I can't"
Gradually she became aware of
voices near her; one clear, high-pitched,
commanding attention; the other, soft
and suggestive; The Fall River man
and the K0nkakee boy We're just be-
hind her, deep in conversation. For
the first time in his short life the boy
was asking as many questions as he
pleased, without any fear of rebuff.
For the first time in long while the
man had found an apprecativc listener.
"Have you ever seen ship?" said
the boy. "NOt any kind Of a craft, but
q regular out and OUTER"
The man modestly admitted that he
had seen several thousand of the very
largest calibre. Here was a mine Of
knowledge too precious to be neglected.
The boy, who knew something Of engi.
neering, Immediately proceeded to sink
shaft. In half an hour he had cX-
tracted several tons Of ore, in shape
of information about ships, barks,
barkentines. briggs, schooners and
sloOps.
"How many guns does line Of bat
tleship carry? What is the difference
between ship Of war and sloop of
war? What is corvette?'
The quick percussion of questions
was abruptly checked. A little woman
who had been sitting near them so
quietly that they had not noticed her
at all suddenly jumped to her feet and
stood before them. eXclaiming: ooh,
thank you so much! Where is the tele.
graph Office" And hardly waiting to
be told, she darted off, appeared in an
instant OH the wharf, and then van
ished behind the curtain Of fog that
screened the steep hillside.
"She got the cart before the horse"
said the Fall River man. "Did you
notice that she thanked me before
told her where the office WASP"
bet your life she did," answered the
boy in his gentle, amiable way. SIS
there any definite number of ships in
squadrOn"
And so they went on with their talk.
And Mary wrote "Come" with 4
trembling hand on yellow telegraph
blank, addressed to Lieutenant John
Crowninshield. Hotel Corvette, Chi
cago, Illinois.
And the next week there was quiet
little wedding at Caconna, where a
| tall, dignified officer in Her Majesty's
Navy was married to pretty little
Yankee woman in a perfect furry Of
| joyous eXcitement.-New York News.