The Weekly Journal. — 1904-09-30 (Hartlepool, Cleveland, England)

MURDER.  It coatiqued to blow a pleasant, gallant breese all the evening, and when I woke in the night Ileard the wind fresh and steady in the trees. I slept well. In truth I was weary througb not having closed my eyes on the previonsisight and the day's labour in helping the man to fel away had been heavy in the sun. I woke is I say in the night, and heard the wind in the trees, and found Lil awake. I asked if Om was watching. She said she could not help looking and listening, and thinking: she could not sleep; she did not wish to watch. I bade her close her eyes and sleep, as there was nothing fear. " Last night Mr. Cotton lay close beside those mats, but thin night a wide space of sea separates us, and hark to the wina among the boughs! Every hour speeds hint further.' Thus saying I fell asleep again, and when I awoke the Licht of the i,ti,riiti wo. .hitoinst brightly through the open windows, and }Mafia had risen and was clothing hersalt. All that day nothing happened proper to enter here. I seamed to find something penaire in Eidalie's menuer. She was not (Ittlyk with her smiles, she laughed seldom, and then not with that rich, child-like heartiness whieli made her laughter melody. I put this manner in licc down to the loss of the boat which I thought she would not complain oi, as she knew icy views, but felt as a removal ot the one chance that remained to its to rescue ourselves it no ship came. I had talked to her so much of London, and of the cities I had visited, and of such pities as I could recall, the dresses of the quality, fashionable gatherings in the parks, bands of music and dances by the light of coloured lanterns. that there had naturally grown in her a great wistfulness and plaintive yearning to see, as it were, behind the back of the ease of life, where the plate reflected human exietence and things. In ten years her maiden's heart was weary of the voice of the mud and the catarnct, and the view of the volcano and the valley. and I had come to teach her love, to make her krow that she was beautiful, and to sigh in aia for thone realities of rivilised life which I had again and again figured for her. It was two mornings after the departure of Mr. Cotton from our island that I went down to catch fish from some rocks on the north aide of the mouth of the creek. I was so used to seeing the boat in the creek, that I missed her with something like a sigh and a pang of heart when I looked at the old canoe floating alone. Whilst I fished I happened to send a glance into the north-east recess and saw what I so Teritable believed to he the gleam of n sail that I sprang to my feet and stood at gaze like one in a trance. My eyes were low-seated, and the horizon therefore was brought close, and the distant fragment of white hovered and came and went in a nianner es exasperating to in imagination that, flinging down the line, I ran to the house for the glass and discovered, sure enough. by the ateadiuess with which it reefed on the ace. that the white speck was a sail. But it- was to prove of no use to us, for in about a quarter of an hour it melted out. Eulalie was indoors, and I had no heart to disappoint her by reporting a sail that was no wore good than the Phantom Ship. ffe I went back to the reek and fell a-fishing again, miming and marvelling over this second instance of a sail appearing in sight of the island within a couple of days or no. For I could not but rentetrther that Captain Scott had assured me, aind I fully believed him, that in ten years he bad only seen three or four vessels, and of those two were hull down. The sight of the sail, however, quickened my spirits; I could not coneieve that these seas, which teemed with fruitful islands, should sleep year after year unviaited. I felt convinced that a day would eeme, and more speedily than I dared allow glyself to hope, when I should look and behold Lyew] te off the island, with a boat makg for the 111101*. And such was the poignancy