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18 COMMODORE JUNK. allus feels as if she’d never pat my head or pull my ears, Abel, lad ; you see, I’m such a hugly one. Blubbering, eh?” ‘Does nothing else. She don’t let me see it; but I know, She don’t sleep of a night, and she looks wild and queer, as Sanderson’s lass did who drowned herself.” ‘Then he has behaved very bad to her, Abel?” “ Ay, lad. I wish I had hold of him. IJ like to break his neck.” Bart put on his cap quickly, glanced toward the inner room, where there was a sound as of someone singing mourn- fully, and then in a quick, low whisper— ‘“Why not, lad?” said he; “why not?” ‘ Break his neck, Bart?” The big fellow nodded. ‘Will you join in and risk it?” “Won't I?” ‘Then we will,” said Abel. ‘Curse him, he’s most broke her heart.” ‘‘’?Cause she loves him,” growled Bart, thoughtfully. “© Yes, a silly soft thing. She might have known.” ‘Then we mustn’t break his neck, Abel, lad,” said Bart, shaking his head. Then, as if a bright thought had suddenly flashed across his brain— ‘ Took here. We'll wait for him, and then—TI ar’n’t afeard of his sword—we’ll make him marry her.” ‘You don’t want him to marry her,” said Abel, staring, and utilising the time by strapping his knife on his boot. “Nay, I don’t; but she do, poor lass,” said Bart, with a sigh ; “and if I can do what she wants, I will as long as I live.” “Ah! you always was fond of her, Bart,” said Abel, slowly. “ Ay, I always was, and always shall be, my lad. But Gomichbooksneo