The Argosy, Volume XLIV — page 251: what you’re looking at

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EDEN. over the raft and a sailor sprang down upon it. “ Tt’s Jenks,” he said. “T’ll help the ladies, sir.” Imagine our delight to find not only Balfe, but almost all the crew of the Siren, on board the steamer. Not one of us had ever expected to see the faith- . ful fellows again. After introductions Balfe told us his story. When we were on the island and he saw that a hurricane was coming, he tried to get out far enough to escape it. But he was caught in the worst of it, and the Siren was blown about like a cork. The awful wind almost tore the yacht apart, and after the storm they found that she was leaking badly. They were by that time far away from the island, and took to the boats. They cruised for a day, and then were picked up by a ship bound for London. There Balfe communicated with our people, who at once forwarded him money to fit out a steamer and come in search of us. He was on the way to the island when he ran us down. It was a joyful reunion, and we all went to the saloon to enjoy the hospi- tality of the captain. The kaybees, safely tied on the deck of the steamer, the Indian, kept up- a squawking, but no one cared now for storm or wind. The Indian was turned and headed again for Suez, and our journey to Lon- don was marked by nothing more than the best of good fortune, and a forging 2A7 of love fetters that could never be broken while our lives endured. a ** ae % There are several sequels to the cruise of the Handicap that are worth dwelling upon for just a moment. To begin with, the professor, with his presentation of the two kaybees to the British Museum, the well-written and interesting account he gave of the mode of life of the birds and the diffi- culty of capturing them, won his much desired fellowship in the society with the long name, and is quite a famous man in his way. Through his efforts the claim of Mr. Donaldson to his island and the claim of Alice Stanley to Maltoona were es- tablished. But a syndicate offered good prices for the claims, and the offers were accepted. Alice is now the wife of Ross, and Mary Donaldson is mine. We have had enough of wandering, and now reside in New York. Foster is in Paris, and we heard from him not long ago that he expected to marry a young American art student in a short time. Ross frequently entertains his visi- tors with a detailed account of the cruise of the Handicap, and every time he tells it, it is a little different. The last time I heard him he was assuring the representative of China in this country, to that gentleman’s evident amazement, that Foster, Ross, and I crossed the Indian Ocean on a bamboo stick. THE END. EDEN. Ou, heaven seemed very vague and far, And from the earth a place apart, Until you slipped from some sweet star And made your home within my heart. That very day for us the gate Of paradise was opened wide, We saw and felt the joys that wait The rapture of the glorified. Since then, to sound of harp and lute, We sail o’er calm, celestial seas, Walk flowery paths and pluck the fruit In gardens of Hesperides. What need to dream of distant lands Wherein some bliss superna! lies, While here we clasp each other’s hands And gaze into each other’s eyes? Clarence Urmy. GOHMGOOo (GO) awa