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CLLPTAIN (ALIAS BILL) CHOKR 9y have to do is to pull on the rope. I saw that coil lying on the beach, and had my senses about me sufficiently to fasten one end of the line to a cocoanut tree and the other to the bow of | the skiff!” . “ Noble woman !’ cried Harmon; “thanks to your presence of mind, our child is saved !” He seized the rope, and pulling upon it slowly but steadily, the skiff was soon tossed high and-dry upon the beach. Tears of wild joy rose to Weldon’s eyes. From the verr depths of his soul he offered up thanks to the mighty Being who bad enabled himself and his wife to rescue their child. On a clear morning, a few months after the incident just described, Harmon saw a sail far away to the eastward, appar- ently heading for the island. “T hope we ure not going to have troublesome visitors,” he remarked to his wife, who stood by his side, holding little Harry’s hand. “Why do you think they will be troublesome?” she in- quired, “T have no reason for thinking so,” he answered. “ The truth is, my little wife, we enjoy ourselves so much here, that it seems to me as if something must occur before long to mar our happiness. In a word, it seems too good to last.” “Oh, no!” she cried, cheerfully. “I have a pleasant pre sentiment that there is no trouble to come from that ship.” Both watched the vessel attentively, and when she was within a league of the shore, they saw her come up into the wind with her main-topsail aback. A boat was lowered and rapidly approached the beach. “ Whoever yonder men may be,” said Harmon, “we had better go to meet them.” Sc they made their way to the strand. The boat's keel struck it a few minutes after. A manly-looking fellow sprang - from the stern-sheets, and smilingly approached our hero. “This is Harmon Weldon, I believe,” he said, “and this—" lifling Lis ea. and bowing to Minnie, “is his wife.” “You are right,” replied Harmon, frankly returning the eordial grasp of the other's hand. “ Your face looks familiar,” he added, “ané yet I can not remember who you are.” “ Captain Gb’. Choke, at your service,” answered the other. f COMMEIOO SACO ¥