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Fenny Morris's Voyage. 219 matter with him. He was in his own cabin; the door propped back. It opened to the state cabin, and was near her own and Mrs. Webb’s. A pale, greenish shade sat on his face, his hands hung limp, his head fell on one side, his eyes looked like those of a fish. Jenny glanced to the stranger, who was still reading quietly, in dismay. He coolly glanced back at her in return, and spoke a single word. “¢ Sea-sick.” ‘Oh, my dear young friend, pray come to me!” gasped Mr. Bumble. And Jenny, full of compassion, was hastening to him, when Mrs. Webb’s cabin door was burst open with a bang, and that lady, greener in the face than Mr. Bumble, uttered a succession of moans. “Oh, Jenny, my dear, come to me! Don’t leave me, that’s all I ask of you.” “Jenny Morris, Jenny Morris,” cried that young lady to herself, *‘ don’t go crazy; that’s all 7 ask of you.” And for the next two or three hours she had a fine time of it, running between the two. The old gentleman was gasping out for his “ dear young friend,” and for lemons, and hot water and brandy perpetually. Mrs. Webb held her tightly by the arm whenever she could get hold of it, gaspingly imploring of her to “let her die.” Thus the day wore on. Poor Jenny was getting exhausted when the stranger gentleman appeared before her with a id of tea. ‘*I am sure you must want it,” he said. “Oh, thank you!” cried Jenny, gratefully taiolaieds up at him. “I think I did want something. What is it that they are doing in the saloon there ?” | “Laying supper. I thought you would like tea best.” “Indeed yes. Supper! But surely nobody will be able to eat!” “Qh dear yes,’ he answered. ‘The captain and some of the passengers will—I for one.” “How is it you are so much at your ease in this rolling ship ?” “I made the voyage over not long ago, and got my sea legs on.” ‘“* Made it from California ?” “Yes. And as soon as I have supped, I will take that old gentleman of your hands fora bit. You will have more time to devote to the lady.” Jenny was heartily grateful to him; and by-and-by he came back and entered on thecharge. She shut herself in with the other miserable patient—Mrs. Webb ; and was bathing her head and fanning her brow, when the gentleman handed in a bowl of broken ice, and two flacons, one of brandy, the other of eau-de-cologne. “How very kind he is!” thought Jenny. Shortly afterwards, when Mrs. Webb was lying white and cold aa mo_ tionless, a message came from Mr. Bumble—“ Would she come to him at once?” Hastily crossing the cabin, she entered the little state room <S (©) im COMINEHOO