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4 56 CAST AWAY. jt tntil it had become a mere speck upon the broad ccean Then Weldon drew the young girl closely to his bosom, and kissed from her cheeks the tears that had been called forth by the’ coldness of her aunt at parting. “Calm yourself, my sweet bride; we are now by ourselves Your aunt can no longer wound your feelings. Forget her and ‘he happy.” And Minnie dried her eyes and smiled, as she nestled her head upcn the broad bosom of her husband. Afterward they mountec the little hill, from which they continued to watch the boat until it could no longer be seen. Before sunset, Wel- don perceived by means of a small ship’s glass, which was one of the prizes found on the raft, that the ship was lying-to. Soon after, her yards were again braced forward, and he knew that the party in the boat had been picked up. The shades of night at length hid the vessel from his view, and, with his » young wife, he descended the hill. As they were approaching their hut, Minnie suddenly started on hearing a rustling noise in a clump of shrubbery near the right bank of the lake. Harmon laughed, and pressed her waist protectingly with the arm that encircled it. “Do not be afraid,’ he said; “the noise you heard was merely caused by some bird, or perhaps by the falling of a cocoanut among the bushes.” “T am foolish to allow myse.f to be so easily alarmed,” she replied, “and I will try to be more brave in future.” On the afternoon of the next day the. young couple were walking slowly along the beach, when Harmon’s foot striking against something upon the sand sent it flying before him, and he was astonished, on obtaining a nearer view, to discover tha* it was the bow] of an old clay pipe ! ‘“ Was it not yours?” inquired Minnie, noticing his look o. perplexity ; “have I not seen you have one very much like it ?” : “ No,” he replied, smilingly, “ the one I use is a small meer. schaum—=—a present from a friend. This, as you can perceive, is of clay, and I am at a loss to imagine who has been using it. It has been smoked recently, he added, picking up the bowl and examining it; “there is still some tobacco adher ing-—~” V comicbooks. conn