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220 Fenny Morris's Voyage. that Mr. Bumble calied his. He had caused the upper berth to be removed, and sat upright in the lower one, with a large green gown on, a lemon in one hand, a bottle of lavender-water in the other, and other appliances at reach. ‘My dear young friend, where have you been?” he moaned. “ This —ah—person is no doubt very kind,” indicating the stranger by a motion of the lavender-bottle, ‘“‘but I am unaccustomed to the services of a male nurse, and—and * The sufferer dropped the lemon, seized Jenny’s hand, and held it to his brow, while the rejected nurse stepped respectfully back to make way for her attentions. A low grown floated across from the opposite room, and a weak voice murmured, ‘‘ Jenny,” in accents of harrowing reproach. “What shall I do!” exclaimed the poor girl, as the plump, elderly hand of Mr. Bumble tightened on her shoulder with a detaining grasp. ‘* Do please go, Mr. “ Dacey,” suggested the gentleman. “Would you please go and put some more ice on Mrs. Webb’s head. I will be there as soon as I can.” This state of things continued. Jenny had no rest. Groaning and calls from one cabin; calls and groaning from another. Neither of them would have Mr. Dacey : each was certain to “ die” without Jenny. “*' You will be worn out,” said Mr. Dacey to her. “IT don’t mind that, if I can only keep up myself. It serves to keep me from thinking of my vexation. My coming on this vessel and rounding Cape Horn has been an unfortunate mistake. I thought to have gone by the best and fleetest steamer.” “A sailing vessel is the pleasantest if you can spare the additional time.” “Well, the long voyage looks sadly formidable to.me. I don’t know what I shall do.” | ‘¢ Make the best of it,” he said, smiling. ‘ Perhaps I shall be able to help you in some way or other.” ‘‘T can only trust to heaven,” thought Jenny. An interminable hour seemed to pass. Mrs. Webb had her this five minutes, Mr. Bumble that. By-and-by the closeness, heat, and strange ~ motion began to act strangely on Jenny. A swimming feeling seized her — when she moved ; her head throbbed, her eyes were hot and swollen, and she held by the wall to prevent herself from sinking down. “ How does he seem now?” kindly inquired Mr. Dacey at this point. “T scarcely know,” she replied faintly—‘‘ Iam getting ill myself I fear. Oh, what a miserable state of things! I can hardly stand.” ‘Don’t distress yourself about your father,” said her new_ friend, © earnestly. ‘‘I will do everything possible to make him comfortable ; and your friend over there, too. Lie down at once and leave them to me.” Gomicbooks.co