New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1918-02-03

what arrested her was the odd impression
.his produced. With his hat thus rakishlv|
tilted, all traces Of his clerical profession
seemed mysteriously to have vanished. ThsI
white dog collar was there all right, bud
unaided it seemed singularly incapable 81
making him into a conventional minister
Miss Holland went up on deck rather
thoughtfully.
The little mail boat was now far out nj
the midst Of waste of waters. The III!
omened tideway was on it's best behavor
but, even so, there was a constant gents|
roll as the oily swell swung in from th.I
Atlantic. Ahead, on the starboard bow
loomed the vast island precipices; astenI
the long Scottish coast faded into haze
One other vessel alone was to be seen. Al
long, low, black ship with single spike ii
mast and several squat tunnels behind ii
An eccentric vessel this seemed, for shI
| first meandered toward the mail boat and
then meandered away again, with no vil|
bic business on the waters.
/ The girl moved along the deck till shI
came to the place where her suitcase ha}
teen slowed. Close behind it were tva
leather kit bags, and as she paused ther
it was on these that her eyes fell. Sb
locked at them, in fact, very attentively
On each were the initials "a b." and on
their labels the legend "The Rev. Alex
Burnett" She came a step nearer and
studied them still more closely. A few old
luggage labels were still affixed, and one at
least of these bore the word "Berwicks
Miss Holland seemed curiously intereste
by her observations.
little later the clergyman reappearei
and approached her like an old acquain,
ance. BY this time they were runnn.
close under the cliffs, and they gazed I'll
gether up to the dizzy heights, thousania
feet above their heads, where dots of SCI
birds circled, hardly to be distinguished
by the eye, and then down to the gree
swell and bursting foam at the foot
that stupendous wall In che afternoo.aa
sun it glowed like 2 wall of "copper" Fob
few minutes both We're instinctiveEs
silent. There was nothing to be said NJ
such a spectacle.
Then Miss Holland suddenly asked:
"Do you live near the sea-"
"Not very" he answered, with his ait
cf 1inality.
But this time she persisted.
what is your part CT the country"
"Berwiekshire," he said briefly.
"Do you happen to know minist
r:1ere-a Mr.. Burnett" she inquired.
"Tlaat is my own name" he said quietly
Mr.. Alexander Bulnett?" Z
He nodded.
"That is very funny" she said. "ThSE
must be two of you. happen to hanE
stayed in those parts and met the other
There seemed to lie no expression at al
in his eyes as they met hers, nor did here
reveal anything Then he looked rounds
them quietly. There were several pss
sengers not far away.
ut would be rather pleasant in ths
pows," he suggested. "Shall we move
along there for littIe?"
He made the proposal very courteousl'
and yet it sounded almost as much conf
mand as a suggestion, and he began ~
move even as he spoke. She started Toe
and, exchanging a casual sentence as tasl
went, they made their way forward hsS
they stood together in the very prov, viss
the how wave beneath their feet and thfI
air beating cold ul.,n thcir faces. a strift
ing, solitary coupe.
''Im wondering if yon's married mh1
ister," said one of their fellow passengers
a facetious gentleman.
cts no. his wife, anyhow" grnned hfs
. friend.
A little later tue wit wondered again. Z
"I'm wondering how long thae two orr
gaun tae stand there" he said this time.