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218 COMMODORE JUNK. “‘ Somewhere else?” said Humphrey, looking at Dinny won. deringly as he grasped his arm and signed to him to wait and give him breath. “Well, I mane at say, sor, doing a bit o’ business amongst the ships. Ah, look at her, thin, the darlin’!” he muttered, aS a woman appeared for a moment among the lianas, held up her hand quickly to Dinny, and turned away. “What woman was that?” said Humphrey, hastily. Woman, sor?” ‘Yes ; that woman who kissed her hand to you.” ** An’ did she kiss her hand to me, sor?” “ Yes, man, you must have seen.” “Sure, an’ it must have been Misthress Greenheys, sor.” * Mistress Greenheys ?” ‘‘ A widow lady, sor, whose husband had an accident one day wid his ship and got killed.” ‘ And you know her?” ‘‘We've been getting a little friendly lately,” said Dinny, demurely. ‘There, sor, you're getting wake. Sit down on that owld stone in the shade. Bedad, it isn’t illigant, the cut ting upon it, for it’s like a shkull, but it’s moighty convanient under that three. That’s better; and I'll go and ask Bart to bring ye a cigar.” ‘No, stop,” said Humphrey. ‘I want to talk to you, man. That woman’s husband was murdered, then?” “Murdered! Faix, and that’s thrue. Sure, an’ someone hit him a bit too hard, sor, and he doied.” ‘Murdered by these buccaneers!” said Humphrey, excitedly, and he looked wildly around him, when his eye lighted on the trim, picturesque figure of the little woman, who was intently watching them, and he saw her exchange a sign with his com- panion. | ‘The key of life—the great motive which moves the world,” CONNIE LOOKS =