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body else. Will you try to think of
nie like that? Why, lady, there have
been true lovers on this island."
"I shall think of you often," said
"Tonight," said Mr. England, "as
the Hynd Horn passes the mouth of
the harbor, will you wave your scarf
to me? I shall be on the point"
"I will," said Lady Pelham.
"Thank you," said Mr. England.
"It will -be sweet to remember you
having done that. And now I am go
ing to say good-bye to you, dearest
lady, but first you will let me look at
you a little, for I shall never see your
Lady Pelham's eyelids drooped, and
her head droeped.
Mr. England looked on her for a
"I have never seen anything so
beautiful and pure," he said.
A tear stole down Lady Pelham's
"Good-bye, dear," said Mr. Eng
land. He stooped quickly and kissed
her hand softly where it hung at her
Lady Pelham burst into tears.
All that day she lay in her berth
and cried, and made great moan, say
ing: "Oh, how terrible how terrible
for I love him!"
There was a wonderful moon that
night. She came brimming out of
the sea, dripping with light, and
swept up the heavens, and the fire of
all the stars in her path went out.
At the mouth of the harbor, lean
ing against the stem of a palm, stood
Mr. England. Every line of him ex
pressed fatigue, and his face was
Presently out of the stillness came
the creaking of rigging.
"The end," said Mr. England. He
stood more erect.
The Hynd Horn slipped by like a
Mr. England followed her with his
eyest at first eagerly, then surprised-,
Iy, then dejectedly, then bitterly. No
scarf was waved to him from the)
deck of the outward bound. She slid
behind one of the little islands, and
he saw her no more.
"The end," said Mr. England. He'
put his hands over his eyes, and
pressed tightly. After a little he took,
them down and said:
"She didn't mean to hurt me so.",
Then he looked up at the moon. ;
"Now I will go back to my king-.;
dom," he said.
But a new sound broke the stillness .
the splash of oars unhandily plied..
The sound drew nearer, but the
strokes occurred with less and less,
frequency, as if the boatman were'
tiring. Mr. England stepped brisk
ly to the shore.
A few yards off, and to the left, a.
boat was headed for the beach. The
boat contained a lady.
Mr. England sprang forward.
"Glorious, golden, gracious, won
derful, beloved, beautiful!" he cried
It was as if his voice caught fire and!
blazed up. ,
The boat grated on the sand.
"Will you help me out, please? "".
said Lady Pelham.
OUR "SATURDAY SHORT STORY",
FOR NEXT WEEK'S A WINNER!
Would you like to read another'
dandy heart-tale next week?
Alright, it's coming Saturday. j
The name of the story is "The Sign
The illustrator is Dan Sayre Groes-
o o -f
The Indian buffalo takes the cake
as a butter-producer. Recent inves
tigations show that the yield of milk,
is not only greater, but richer than
that of the best cows, and may giver
8 and even 10 per cent of butter-fat.
Legislative protection of lions has?
been sought in British East Africa
after the reported killing of 914 in?
two years. One hunter has claimed
a record of 26 lions in one day. ,
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