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A SW FOR fr. 17 phys: +1 hoi wvowed his mouth into an expression of comical Signilicane : “Weve got nid of that she-bear at last, Lilian, and I hope she'll soon go to sleep.” “T have no doubt she will,” answered the young girl, smil- ing, “for she drank several cups of the motherwort tea you recommended to her.” “That's good; and now you may go to bed. As your chamber is next to hers, you can easily tell by the sound of her breathing when she is asleep. You must then give three distinct raps upon the ceiling. I shall station myself where I can hear them.” “ All right, papa!” and she left the room. Half an hour after, the doctor, hearing the raps, hastened to the apartment in which he had left the seamen. “ The coast is clear,” said he. “ We will now make our “way to the beach.” “You need not trouble yourself to accompany us,” said Frank ; “ we can find our way.” “There is a short cut,” replied the other, “ which you know nothing of; therefore ] must insist upon being your guide.” No further time was lost. They hastened to the room be- low, the outside door was Cautiousiy opened, and soon after _ they were hurrying along a narrow path which, the doctor informed them, led to the beach. Tunis they gained in a short time, and found themselves directly oposite the Monongahela, which loomed up like a great phantum about a quarter of a mile from the shore. A new moon, partially obscured by the clouds, which were not yet dissipated, relieved the gloom sufficiently to afford them @ good view of the water. “Here is a skiff,’ said the friendly guide, pointing to a small boat tied to a stake. “T will go with you to the ship, 80 as—” “ No, no,” interrupted Frank. “We would be apt to be seen from the shore if we took to the boat. My friend and I can easily swim to the vessel.” “Very well. And now, good-by until we meet again, which ~ Will be in a few days.” They shook hands, and then, throwing off their shoes, and fastening their jackets to their necks by means of the sleeves, connicloooks.con