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18 3 CABT AWAY. “Oh Lord! Lord! I hope he’ll be saved!’ she exclaimed, descending to the deck. “If he isn’t, my heart will certainly oreak !” The boat was in the water moving swiftly toward the gpot where the heads of the Kanaka and the parson were faintly distinguishable, “ bobbing” up and down among the wayes. Both men were soon. picked up and conveyed to the ship and Trust immediately repaired to the cook’s paaley. to dry hi saturated garments. oh Saved! ! saved !’ cried Miss Trundle, who had followeu him—*“ thank heaven you are saved. Had you not been res- cued, I should certainly have drowned with you!” “Oh no !|—lI hope not,” answered the parson—"“ self-destruc- tion should never—” “You don’t know—no mati knows the devotion of our sex,” interrupted the spinster. ‘‘ Weare always ready to die with those we love, and to die for them, too.” The parson sneezed. “Tt is lucky,” said he, in order to change the subject—“ it is lucky that I am a good swimmer, otherwise I should prob- ably have been lost.” “Oh, if you had, all my hopes would have been destroyed forever,” answered Miss Trundle, putting her handkerchief to her eyes. ‘“ And—and—and—’” She seemed too much affected to proceed. She haved her head, heaved a deep sigh, and twisting her eyes toward the minister with a loving glance, glided to the cabin. Soon after, his garments being dried, the parson walked for- ward, and seated himself upon the hatch, by the side of the dapper tar. “ Tf ordered econ to do sailor-work, I shall satageceralililgs but firmly, refuse.” “As you have a parfect right to do, sir,’ answered Squint, © “but I think sich refusal will make the captain set you adrift again.” “It matters not,” answered Trust; “I can make my way back to the island, where I can wait for some more friendly sail. I will lose no more time that way, than I would in re- maining in this vessel, which, it seems, is going to Japan, ‘where it will stay for some weeks before it sails for home,” — COnmmichnookx<s.cohn