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4 te . 48 CAST AWAY. - r a “ Yes,” she murmured, in a low voice, and he could see the ‘ soft gleam of her eyes through their long, drooping lashes. “ Yes, I should feel perfectly happy under those circumstances ” Harmon’s great blue eyes flashed ; he pressed her hand im- pulsively to his heart. She looked a little alarmed, but not displeased. She gently withdrew her arm from his, stopped, and averting her fice, noticed for the first time that the parson and Miss Trundle were not in sight. “Why, what has become of my auut and Mr. Traist ?” sh faltered. “I donot see them.” ‘So much the better,” he answered, promptly. “I am afraid that Miss Trundle, if we had kept by her, would have afforded you but little opportunity to enjoy your walk. Surely you are. not afraid of me,” he added, sorrowfully, perceiving that she trembled. | “Oh no,” she answered, in the same low voice as before, “ I —I was only wondering what had become of them.” “Let us go on, then,” said he. “ You have not yet seen half of the island.” She took his arm, and continuing on their way, they finally arrived upon the summit of a high ridge of land, overlooking a valley, fringed with bread-fruit trees and dense masses of shrubbery. “ Beautiful!” ejaculated Minnie, as her glances wandered among the luxuriant clusters of green foliage tinged with the red light of the sun. “Beautiful! I no longer wonder at your not caring to leave this paradise of the ocean, and—” She paused a moment, and then shrunk back, uttering a low cry of surprise. “What is it? What do you see?” he inquired. ~“T believe I am very foolish,” she said. “I dare say after gl. it was mere fancy; but, as I looked toward the further extremity of the valley beneath us, I thought I saw, for a single instant, the top of a brown cap lifted above a clump ot shrubbery.” : “You must have been deceived,” said Harmon; “ there can — be no person besides ourselyes and friends upon this island!” “T think it’s very likely I was mistaken,” answered, Minnie. “Perhaps my aunt has made me a little nervous !” She laughed, and, having changed the subject, they were “ . connicloooks.conm