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52 COMMODORE JUNK. “Oh, Bart, Bart, Bart! you are the best and truest friead we ever had.” “ Say that again, lass, will you?” said the rough fellow. Mary said it again with greater emphasis, and big Bart rubbed the corner of one eye with the back of his hand. ‘Tell him, dear Bart, that his sister was true to him all through, and that he must believe me.” ‘¢ Ay, lass, I'll tell him ; but don’t call me ‘dear Bart’ again, ‘cause I can’t bear it.” ‘‘But you are our friend, and have always been like a brother to us.” ¢ Ay, lass, I tried to be, and I’ll speak to him again. Bah! you never went again us. You couldn't. Your tongue thrashed us a bit, as you allus did, but it was for our good. And now, look here, my lass, when we're gone 4 “When youre gone, Bart!” cried Mary, with her lip quivering. “ Ay, lass, when we're gone, for I daresay they'll hang us.” “ Bart!” “Oh, it won’t hurt much. Not worse than being drownded, and much quicker.” “Oh, Bart, Bart !” ‘Don’t cry, my pretty one, only don’t forget us. You won’t forget Abel, of course ; but—I never felt as if I could talk to you like this before—don’t forget as Bart Wrigley was werry fond on you, and that if he’d been a fine hansum chap, ’stead of such a rough un, with his figure-head all set o’ one side, he’d ha’ stuck up and said as no one else shouldn’t have you.” “Oh, Bart, Bart!” sobbed Mary, piteously. “ Ay, lass, that he would; but he often says to himself, ‘It wouldn’t be kind toa girl like that to hang on to her.’ So, good-bye, my pretty lady, and I'll tell Abel as he’s the blind, thick-headed fool if he says it was you as got us into this hole.” Gomilcbooks —