The Argosy — page 219: what you’re looking at

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202 A Couniry Heart. a little breeze that crept close along the surface of the waves, the white wings of the //al/cyon came across the picture at which he was disconsolately gazing—the /Ya/cyon, with all sails set, making for Tor- ferry as fast as she could ; for weather-wise sailors knew that those clouds in the west, and little sudden noiseless breezes springing up unexpectedly, meant mischief. But the storm was not upon her yet, for there, plainly visible to the miserable, despairing eyes of the boy, was Kate Verey, in her blue dress, leaning back against the taffrail, and one white, ungloved hand was lying on Gerard Anstey’s dark head, that rested against her knee. The Halcyon got safely into Torferry harbour before the rain came down and the breeze freshened into a regular squall: the great thing was that the ladies got back to Myrtle Bank safe and dry. Everyone said it would have been such a bad ending to their delightful day, if they had been caught in the storm. For there was a good deal of damage done that night. The yachts and the fishing-boats had to get in where they could, and put back the next day with different accounts of their difficulties and disasters. And, in the afternoon, with the high tide, the poor little Wermaid drifted into the bay, with her gay cushions gone and her mast snapped short, and nobody to bring her to at the steps, as Harry Tredennick used to do so proudly. Captain Anstey brought the news up to Myrtle Bank: the young Squire was missing; but he never thought of connecting the lost master of the AZermazd with Kate’s disappointed boy. Harry never came to shore again. ‘There is a coloured window in the church, over the altar pew, that keeps his name in memory, but where his body lies in the great sea is an unfathomable secret, and when the family vault was shut down, after old Madam’s funeral, it closed upon the last of the Tredennicks. Miss Verey’s engagement to Captain Anstey made an immediate difference in their plans, and caused their return to London to be considerably hastened. Kate is Mrs. Anstey now, and the Captain has the right to be as dictatorial as he pleases, but his wife is much quieter than of old, and has tamed down in a manner that surprises all her old friends. It is wonderful to see how she has completely given up all her “ little ways,” as people used laughingly to call them. She has scarcely anything to say now to any man beside her husband, and society in general thinks that Mrs. Anstey is a nice woman spoilt by matrimony. And Kate Anstey knows that, in spite of any happiness that comes ~ to her in the life she has chosen, she will always carry about with her the reproach of some words which she heard in Torferry church long ago, and which ring in her ears day and night: ‘‘ herve ts sorrow on the sea; it cannot be quiet !” ECOMMICOOOKS. (6)