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A MONTH LATER. 23 pushing before the bride and bridegroom, he interposed, from a feeling of loyalty to the former, perhaps from a little of the same virtue toward a member of his family. Mary looked up at him, at first in surprise, and then she smiled bitterly. “ Don’t be alarmed, sir,” she said coldly. “I only came to see the captain’s wife.” “Poor lass!” muttered the lieutenant, as he saw Mary draw back among the people gathered together. “ She seemed to read me like a book.” He caught one more sight of Mary Dell standing at a dis tance, holding her brother’s arm, as the captain entered the heavy, lumbering coach at the church gate. Then she dis- appeared, the crowd melted away, and the bells rang a merry peal, the ringers’ muscles having been loosened with ale; and as the bride and bridegroom went off to the lady's home at an old hall near Slapton Lea, Mary returned slowly to the cottage down in the little cove, and Humphrey went to the wedding breakfast, and afterwards to his ship. CHAPTER IV. A MONTH LATER ABOUT a month after the marriage Captain James Armstrong was returning one night on horseback from Dartmouth to the home of his wife’s family, where he was sojourning prior to setting off upon a long voyage, it having been decided that the young couple should not set up in housekeeping till his return from sea, so that the lady might have nome companionship during his absence, CoOnniicloookks