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THR LOVERA 95 | The breeze, the light, the dark-blue waves, the glancing foam, | and the bright-winged fish, inspired her with those pleasant feelings and fancies so agreeable to young womanheod. She read, sewed and embroidered in the open air, gladdening the sight of all hands with her sweet presence; and on moon- light nights she would even sing and play her guitar on deck. Frank was often by her side. He was an intelligent, manly fellow, and she was nothing of a eoquette; so they were net Jong in coming to an understanding. One night he asked her if she would be his wife, and she answered “ yes ” without much hesitation; for she had loved him for many weeks. While they were conversing, however, a dark shadow sud- denly fell between them, and turning, they beheld the captain ; the mad gleam burning in his eyes and his dark face looking strangely haggard in the light of the moon. “ Hist ! ho! ho—this is the hour for lovers, isn’t it? The midnight watch and the man at the wheel almost dozing. Are you sure you love each other? I have been listening to you; [ have heard every word you have said. But are you sure ?” “ Yes,” answered Frank, thinking it best to humor him. “Tt’s a great pity then, a great pity—isn’t it 2” “Why ?” “Flo! ho! Can you ask? Ain’t we all bound for. the North? <A fine wedding you'll have, going round and round _in the roaring, spinning waters—going down—down—down ]” “Dear Frank, what can he mean ?” And shuddering, she shrunk closer to her lover’s side. - “ He raves—that’s all; he means nothing !” “Raves! ho! ho!” shrieked the captain, tossing his arms wildly. “So do the waters rave—the great whirlpool raves! | I tell you you'll have a fine wedding; and I shall be there, and we shall all be there to see the demons, with their phos- phor-lamps lighting you down to their rock-chambers be- low |” And with a wild peal of laughter, he disappeared through the companion-way. Pie <s “His words have impressed me strangely,” muttered Li lian. “T feel as if—” 7 Frank interrupted her with a laugh and a kiss commiclbooks.conn