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Title: Elsie at Nantucket
Author: Finley, Martha, 1828-1909
Language: English
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A Sequel to _Elsie's New Relations_





Three years ago I spent some six weeks on Nantucket Island, making the
town of the same name my headquarters, but visiting other points of
interest, to which I take the characters of my story; so that in
describing the pleasures of a sojourn there during our heated term, I
write from experience; though, in addition to my own notes, I have made
use of Northrup's "'Sconset Cottage Life" to refresh my memory and
assist me in giving a correct idea of the life led by summer visitors
who take up their abode for the season in one of those odd little
dwellings which form the "original 'Sconset."

Should my account of the delights of Nantucket as a summer resort lead
any of my readers to try it for themselves, I trust they will not meet
with disappointment or find my picture overdrawn.



                    "How happy they,
Who from the toil and tumult of their lives
Steal to look down where naught but ocean strives."


"Well, captain, for how long have you Uncle Sam's permission to stay on
shore this time?" asked Mr. Dinsmore, as the family at Ion sat about the
breakfast-table on the morning after Captain Raymond's arrival.

"Just one month certain, sir, with the possibility that the leave of
absence may be extended," was the reply, in a cheery tone; "and as I
want to make the very most of it, I propose that our plans for a summer
outing be at once discussed, decided upon, and carried out."

"I second the motion," said Mr. Dinsmore. "Are all the grown people
agreed? The consent of the younger ones may safely be taken for
granted," he added, with a smiling glance from one to another.

"I am agreed and ready for suggestions," replied his wife.

"And I," said his daughter.

"Vi is, of course, since the proposition comes from her husband," Edward
remarked, with a sportive look at her; then glancing at his own little
wife: "and as I approve, Zoe will be equally ready with her consent."

"Have you any suggestion to offer, captain?" asked Mr. Dinsmore.

"I have, sir; and it is that we make the island of Nantucket our summer
resort for this year, dividing the time, if you like, between Nantucket
Town and the quaint little fishing village Siasconset, or 'Sconset, as
they call it for short. There is an odd little box of a cottage there
belonging to a friend of mine, a Captain Coffin, which I have partially
engaged until the first of September. It wouldn't hold nearly all of us,
but we may be able to rent another for the season, or we can pitch a
tent or two, and those who prefer it can take rooms, with or without
board, at the hotels or boarding-houses. What do you all say?" glancing
from his mother-in-law to his wife.

"It sounds very pleasant, captain," Elsie said; "but please tell us more
about it; I'm afraid I must acknowledge shameful ignorance of that
portion of my native land."

"A very small corner of the same, yet a decidedly interesting one,"
returned the captain; then went on to give a slight sketch of its
geography and history.

"It is about fifteen miles long, and averages four in width. Nantucket
Town is a beautiful, quaint old place; has some fine wide streets
and handsome residences, a great many narrow lanes running in all
directions, and many very odd-looking old houses, some of them
inhabited, but not a few empty; for of the ten thousand former residents
only about three thousand now remain."

"How does that happen, Levis?" asked Violet, as he paused for a moment.

"It used to be a great seat of the whale-fishery," he answered; "indeed,
that was the occupation of the vast majority of the men of the island;
but, as I presume you know, the whale-fishery has, for a number of
years, been declining, partly owing to the scarcity of whales, partly
to the discovery of coal-oil, which has been largely substituted for
whale-oil as an illuminant (as has gas also, by the way), and to
substitutes being found or invented for whale-bone also.

"So the Nantucketers lost their principal employment, and wandered off
to different parts of the country or the world in search of another; and
the wharves that once presented a scene full of life and bustle are now
lonely and deserted. Property there was wonderfully depreciated for a
time, but is rising in value now with the influx of summer visitors. It
is becoming quite a popular resort--not sea-side exactly, for there you
are right out in the sea."

"Let us go there," said Mrs. Dinsmore; "I think it would be a pleasant
variety to get fairly out into the sea for once, instead of merely
alongside of it."

"Oh, yes, do let us go!"

"I'm in favor of it!"

"And I!"

"And I!" cried one and another, while Mr. Dinsmore replied, laughingly,
to his wife, "Provided you don't find the waves actually rolling over
you, I suppose, my dear. Well, the captain's description is very
appetizing so far, but let us hear what more he has to say on the

"Haven't I said enough, sir?" returned the captain, with a good-humored
smile. "You will doubtless want to find some things out for yourselves
when you get there."

"Are there any mountains, papa?" asked little Grace. "I'd like to see

"So you shall, daughter," he said; "but we will have to go elsewhere
than to Nantucket to find them."

"No hills either?" she asked.

"Yes, several ranges of not very high hills; Saul's Hills are the
highest; then there are bluffs south of 'Sconset known as Sunset
Heights; indeed, the village itself stands on a bluff high above the
sandy beach, where the great waves come rolling in. And there is 'Tom
Never's Head.' Also Nantucket Town is on high ground sloping gradually
up from the harbor; and just out of the town, to the north-west, are the
Cliffs, where you go to find surf-bathing; in the town itself you must
be satisfied with still-bathing. An excellent place, by the way, to
teach the children how to swim."

"Then you can teach me, Edward," said Zoe; "I'd like to learn."

"I shall be delighted," he returned, gallantly.

"Papa," asked Max, "are there any woods and streams where one may hunt
and fish?"

"Hardly anything to be called woods," the captain answered; "trees of
any size are few on the island. Except the shade trees in the town, I
think some ragged, stunted pines are all you will find; but there are
streams and ponds to fish in, to say nothing of the great ocean. There
is some hunting, too, for there are plover on the island."

"Well, shall we go and see for ourselves, as the captain advises?" asked
Mr. Dinsmore, addressing the company in general.

Every voice answered in the affirmative, though Elsie, looking
doubtfully at Violet, remarked that she feared she was hardly strong
enough for so long a journey.

"Ah, that brings me to my second proposition, mother," said Captain
Raymond; "that--seeing what a very large company we shall make,
especially if we can persuade our friends from Fairview, the Oaks, and
the Laurels to accompany us--we charter a yacht and go by sea."

"Oh, captain, what a nice idea!" cried Zoe, clapping her hands. "I love
the sea--love to be either beside it or on it."

"I think it would be ever so nice!" Rosie exclaimed. "Oh, grandpa and
mamma, do say yes!"

"I shall not oppose it, my dear," Elsie said; "indeed, I think it may
perhaps be our best plan. How does it strike you, father?"

"Favorably," he replied, "if we can get the yacht. Do you know of one
that might be hired, captain?"

"I do, sir; a very fine one. I have done with it as with the
cottage--partially engaged it--feeling pretty sure you would all
fall in with my views."

"Captain," cried Zoe, "you're just a splendid man! I know of only one
that's more so," with a laughing look at her husband.

The captain bowed his acknowledgments. "As high praise as I could
possibly ask, my dear sister. I trust that one may always stand first in
your esteem."

"He always will," said Zoe; "but," with another glance, arch and
smiling, into Edward's eyes, "don't tell him, lest he should grow
conceited and vain."

"Don't tell him, because it would be no news," laughed Edward, gazing
with fondness and admiration at the blooming face of the loved

The talk went on about the yacht, and before they left the table the
captain was empowered to engage her for their use. Also the 'Sconset
cottage he had spoken of, and one or two more, if they were to be had.

"You will command the vessel, of course, captain?" several voices said,
inquiringly, all speaking at once.

"If chosen commander by a unanimous vote," he said.

"Of course, of course; we'll be only too glad to secure your services,"
said Mr. Dinsmore, everybody else adding a word of glad assent.

"How soon do we sail, captain?" asked Zoe. "Must we wait for an answer
from Nantucket?"

"No; I shall send word by this morning's mail, to Captain Coffin, that
we will take his cottage and two others, if he can engage them for us.
But there is no time to wait for a reply."

"Can't we telegraph?" asked Violet.

"No; because there is no telegraph from the mainland to the island.

"Now, ladies all, please make your preparations as rapidly as possible.
We ought to be off by the first of next week. I can telegraph for the
yacht, and she will be ready for us, lying at anchor in our own harbor.

"But, little wife," turning to Violet, with a tenderly affectionate air,
"you are not to exert yourself in the least with shopping, sewing, or
packing. I positively forbid it," he added, with playful authority.

"That is right, captain," Elsie said, with a pleased smile. "She is not
strong enough yet for any such exertion, nor has she any need to make

"Ah, mamma," said Violet, "are you not forgetting the lessons you used
to give us, your children, on the sin of indolence and self-indulgence?"

"No, daughter; nor those on the duty of doing all in our power for the
preservation of health as one of God's good gifts, and to be used in His

They were all gathered upon the veranda now in the cool shade of the
trees and vines, for the weather was extremely warm.

"I wish we were ready to sail to-day," said Zoe. "How delicious the
sea-breeze would be!"

A nice-looking, pleasant-faced colored woman stepped from the doorway
with a little bundle in her arms, which she carried to Violet.

The captain, standing beside his wife, bent over her and the babe with a
face full of love and delight.

"Isn't she a darling?" whispered Violet, gazing down upon the tiny
creature with all a young mother's unspeakable love and pride in her
first-born, then up into her husband's face.

"That she is!" he responded; "I never saw a fairer, sweeter babe. I
should fear to risk her little life and health in a journey to Nantucket
by land; but going by sea will, I think, be more likely to do her good
than harm."

"It's all her, her, when you talk about that baby," laughed Rosie; "why
don't you call her by her name?"

"So we will, Aunt Rosie, if you will kindly inform us what it is,"
returned the captain, good-humoredly.

"I, sir!" exclaimed Rosie; "we have all been told again and again that
you were to decide upon the name on your arrival; and you've been
here--how many hours?--and it seems the poor little dear is nameless

"Apparently not greatly afflicted by it either," said the captain,
adopting Rosie's sportive tone. "My love, what do you intend to call
your daughter?"

"Whatever her father appoints as her name," returned Vi, laughingly.

"No, no," he said; "you are to name her yourself; you have undoubtedly
the best right."

"Thank you; then, if you like, she shall be mamma's namesake; her first
granddaughter should be, I think, as the first grandson was papa's."

"I highly approve your choice," he said, with a glance of affectionate
admiration directed toward his mother-in-law; "and may a strong
resemblance in both looks and character descend to her with the name."

"We will all say amen to that, captain," said Edward.

"Yes, indeed," added Zoe, heartily.

"Thank you both," Elsie said, with a gratified look; "I appreciate the
compliment; but if I had the naming of my little granddaughter, she
should be another Violet; there is already an Elsie in the family
besides myself, you know, and it makes a little confusion to have too
many of the same name."

"Then, mamma, we can make a variety by calling this one Else for short,"
returned Violet, gayly, holding up the babe to receive a caress from
its grandmother, who had drawn near, evidently with the purpose of
bestowing it.

"What a pretty pet it is!" Elsie said, taking it in her arms and gazing
delightedly into the tiny face. "Don't you think so, captain?"

"Of course I do, mother," he said, with a happy laugh. Then, examining
its features critically: "I really fancy I see a slight resemblance to
you now, which I trust is destined to increase with increasing years.
But excuse me, ladies; I must go and write that all-important letter at
once, or it will be too late for the mail."

He hurried away to the library, and entering it hastily, but without
much noise, for he wore slippers, found Lulu there, leaning moodily out
of a window.

She had stolen away from the veranda a moment before, saying to herself,
in jealous displeasure, "Such a fuss over that little bit of a thing! I
do believe papa is going to care more for it than for any of us, his own
children, that he had long before he ever saw Mamma Vi; and it's just
too bad."

Knowing Lulu as he did, her father instantly conjectured what was
passing in her mind. It grieved and angered him, yet strong affection
was mingled with his displeasure, and he silently asked help of God to
deal wisely with this child of his love.

He remembered that Lulu was more easily ruled through her affections
than in any other way, and as she turned toward him, with a flushed and
shamefaced countenance, he went to her, took her in his arms, held her
close to his heart, and kissed her tenderly several times.

"My dear, dear little daughter," he said. "How often, when far away on
the sea, I have longed to do this--to hold my dear Lulu in my arms and
feel hers about my neck and her sweet kisses on my lips."

Her arms were instantly thrown round his neck, while she returned his
kisses with interest.

"Papa," she said, "I do love you so, _so_ dearly; but I 'most wonder you
don't quit loving such a hateful girl as I am."

"Perhaps I might not love an ill-tempered, jealous child belonging to
somebody else," he said, as if half in jest, half in earnest; "but you
are my own," drawing her closer and repeating his caresses, "my very
own; and so I have to love you in spite of everything. But, my little
girl," and his tone grew very grave and sad, "if you do not fight
determinately against these wrong feelings you will never know rest or
happiness in this world or the next.

"But we won't talk any more about it now; I have no time, as I ought to
be writing my letter. Run away and make yourself happy, collecting
together such toys and books as you would like to carry with you to
Nantucket. Grandma Elsie and Mamma Vi will decide what you and the rest
will need in the way of clothing."

"I will, papa; and oh, but I think you are good to me!" she said, giving
him a final hug and kiss; "a great deal better than I deserve; but I
will try to be good."

"Do, my child," he said; "and not in your own strength; God will help
you if you ask Him."

For the moment thoroughly ashamed of her jealousy of the baby, she ran
back to the veranda, where the others still were, and bending over it as
it lay its mother's arms, kissed it several times.

Violet's face flushed with pleasure. "My dear Lulu, I hope you and
little Else are going to be very fond of each other," she said.

"I hope so, Mamma Vi," Lulu answered, pleasantly; then, in a sudden fit
of penitence, added, "but I'm afraid she'll never learn any good from
the example of her oldest sister."

"My dear child, resolve that she shall," said Grandma Elsie, standing
by; "you cannot avoid having a good deal of influence over her as she
grows older, and do not forget that you will have to give an account
for the use you make of it."

"I suppose that's so," Lulu answered, with a little impatient shrug of
her shoulders; "but I wish it wasn't." Then, turning abruptly away, "Max
and Gracie," she called to her brother and sister, "papa says we may go
and gather up any books and toys we want to take with us."

The three ran off together in high glee. The ladies stayed a little
longer, deep in consultation about necessary arrangements which must
fall to their share: then dispersed to their several apartments, with
the exception of Violet, who, forbidden to exert herself, remained where
she was till joined by her husband, when he had finished and despatched
his letter. It was great happiness to them to be together after their
long separation.

Mr. Dinsmore and Edward had walked out into the avenue, and were seated
under a tree in earnest conversation.

"Talking tiresome business, I suppose," remarked Zoe, in a half-petulant
tone, glancing toward them as she spoke, and apparently addressing
Violet, as she was the only other person on the veranda at the moment.

"Yes, no doubt; but we must have patience with them, dear, because it
is very necessary," Violet answered, with a smile. "Probably they are
discussing the question how the plantation is to be attended to in their
absence. You know it won't take care of itself, and the men must have a
head to direct their labors."

"Oh yes, of course; and for that reason Ned is kept ever so busy while
we are here, and I do think it will be delightful to get away to the
seashore with him, where there will be nothing to do but enjoy

Zoe skipped away with the last word, ran up to her room, and began
turning over the contents of bureau drawers and taking garments from
wardrobes and closets, with the view of selecting such as she might deem
it desirable to carry with her on the contemplated trip.

She was humming softly a snatch of lively song, feeling very gay and
light-hearted, when, coming across a gray travelling-dress a little
worse for the wear, her song suddenly ceased, while tears gathered in
her eyes, then began to fall drop by drop as she stood gazing down, upon
this relic of former days.

"Just one year ago," she murmured. "Papa, papa! I never thought I could
live a whole year without you; and be happy, too! Ah, that seems
ungrateful, when you were so, so good to me! But no; I am sure you would
rather have me happy; and it would be ungrateful to my dear husband if I
were not."

She put the dress aside, wiped away her tears, and took down another.
It was a dark woollen dress. She had travelled home in it the previous
fall, and had worn it once since on a very memorable occasion; her cheek
crimsoned at the recollection as she glanced from it to her husband, who
entered the room at that instant; then her eyes fell.

"What is it, love?" he asked, coming quickly toward her.

"Nothing, only--you remember the last time you saw me in this dress? Oh,
Ned, what a fool I was! and how good you were to me!"

He had her in his arms by this time, and she was hiding her blushing
face on his breast. "Never mind, my pet," he said, soothing her with
caresses; "it is a secret between ourselves, and always shall be, unless
you choose to tell it."

"I? No indeed!" she said, drawing a long breath; "I think I should
almost die of mortification if any one else should find it out; but I'm
glad you know it, because if you didn't my conscience wouldn't give me a
bit of peace till I confessed to you."

"Ah! and would that be very difficult?"

"Yes; I don't know how I could ever find courage to make the attempt."

"Are you really so much afraid of me?" he asked, in a slightly aggrieved

"Yes; for I love you so dearly that your displeasure is perfectly
unendurable," she replied, lifting her head to gaze fondly into his

"Ah, is that it, my darling?" he said, in a glow of delight. "I deem
myself a happy man in possessing such a treasure as you and your dear
love. I can hardly reconcile myself to the thought of a separation for
even a few weeks."

"Separation!" she cried, with a start, and in a tone of mingled pain and
incredulity. "What can you mean? But I won't be separated from you; I'm
your wife, and I claim the right to cling to you always, _always_!"

"And I would have you do so, if it could be without a sacrifice of your
comfort and enjoyment, but--"

"Comfort and enjoyment!" she interrupted; "it is here in your arms or by
your side that I find both; nowhere else. But why do you talk so? is
anything wrong?"

"Nothing, except that it seems impossible for me to leave the plantation
for weeks to come, unless I can get a better substitute than I know of
at present."

"Oh, Ned, I am so sorry!" she cried, tears of disappointment springing
to her eyes.

"Don't feel too badly about it, little wife," he said, in a cheery tone;
"it is just possible the right man may turn up before the yacht sails;
and in that case I can go with the rest of you; otherwise I shall hope
to join you before your stay at Nantucket is quite over."

"Not my stay; for I won't go one step of the way without you, unless you
order me!" she added, sportively, and with a vivid blush; "and I'm not
sure that I'll do it even in that case."

"Oh, yes you will," he said, laughingly. "You know you promised to be
always good and obedient on condition that I would love you and keep
you; and I'm doing both to the very best of my ability."

"But you won't be if you send me away from you. No, no; I have a right
to stay with you, and I shall claim it always," she returned, clinging
to him as if she feared an immediate separation.

"Foolish child!" he said, with a happy laugh, holding her close; "think
what you would lose: the sea voyage in the pleasantest of company--"

"No; the pleasantest company would be left behind if you were," she

"Well, very delightful company," he resumed; "then I don't know how many
weeks of the oppressive heat here you would have to endure, instead of
enjoying the cool, refreshing breezes sweeping over Nantucket. Surely,
you cannot give it all up without a sigh?"

"I can't give up the thought of enjoying it all with you without
sighing, and crying, too, maybe," she answered, smiling through tears;
"but I'd sigh and cry ten times as much if I had to go and leave you
behind. No, Mr. Travilla, you needn't indulge the hope of getting rid of
me for even a week. I'm determined to stay where you stay, and go only
where you go."

"Dreadful fate!" he exclaimed. "Well, little wife, I shall do my best to
avert the threatened disappointment of your hopes of a speedy departure
out of this heated atmosphere and a delightful sea voyage to that famous
island. Now, I must leave you and begin at once my search for a
substitute as manager of the plantation."

"Oh, I do hope you will succeed!" she said. "Shall I go on with my

"Just as you please, my dear; perhaps it would be best; as otherwise you
may be hurried with it if we are able to go with the others."

"Then I shall; and I'm determined not to look for disappointment," she
said, in a lively, cheery tone, as he left the room,

At the conclusion of his conference with Edward, Mr. Dinsmore sought his
daughter in her own apartments. He found her busied much as Zoe was,
looking over clothing and selecting what ought to be packed in the
trunks a man-servant was bringing in.

She had thrown aside the widow's weeds in which she was wont to array
herself when about to leave the seclusion of her own rooms, and donned a
simple white morning dress that was very becoming, her father thought.

"Excuse my wrapper, papa," she said, turning toward him a bright, sweet
face, as he entered; "I found my black dress oppressive this warm

"Yes," he said; "it is a most unwholesome dress, I think; and for that
reason and several others I should be extremely glad if you would give
it up entirely."

"Would you, my dear father?" she returned, tears springing to her eyes.

"I should indeed, if it would not involve too great a sacrifice of
feeling on your part. I have always thought white the most suitable and
becoming dress for you in the summer season, and so did your husband."

"Yes, papa, I remember that he did; but--I--I should be very loath to
give the least occasion for any one to say or think he was forgotten by
her he loved so dearly, or that she had ceased to mourn his loss."

"Loss, daughter dear?" he said, taking her in his arms to wipe away the
tears that were freely coursing down her cheeks, and caress her with
exceeding tenderness.

"No, papa, not lost, but only gone before," she answered, a lovely
smile suddenly irradiating her features; "nor does he seem far away. I
often feel that he is very near me still, though I can neither see nor
speak to him nor hear his loved voice," she went on, in a dreamy tone, a
far-away look in the soft brown eyes as she stood, with her head on her
father's shoulder, his arm encircling her waist.

Both were silent for some moments; then Elsie, lifting her eyes to her
father's face, asked, "Were you serious in what you said about my laying
aside mourning, papa?"

"Never more so," he answered. "It is a gloomy, unwholesome dress, and I
have grown very weary of seeing you wear it. It would be very gratifying
to me to see you exchange it for more cheerful attire."

"But black is considered the most suitable dress for old and elderly
ladies, papa; and I am a grandmother, you know."

"What of that?" he said, a trifle impatiently; "you do not look old, and
are, in fact, just in the prime of life. And it is not like you to be
concerned about what people may think or say. Usually your only inquiry
is, 'Is it right?' 'Is it what I ought to do?'"

"I fear that is a deserved reproof, papa," she said, with unaffected
humility; "and I shall be governed by your wishes in this matter, for
they have been law to me almost all my life (a law I have loved to
obey, dear father), and I know that if my husband were here he would
approve of my decision."

She could not entirely suppress a sigh as she spoke, nor keep the tears
from filling her eyes.

Her father saw and appreciated the sacrifice she would make for him.

"Thank you, my darling," he said. "It seems selfish in me to ask it of
you, but though partly for my own gratification, it is really still more
for your sake; I think the change will be for your health and

"And I have the highest opinion of my father's wisdom," she said, "and
should never, never think of selfishness as connected with him."

Mrs. Dinsmore came in at this moment.

"Ah, my dear," she said, "I was in search of you. What is to be done
about Bob and Betty Johnson? You know they will be coming home in a day
or two for their summer vacation."

"They can stay at Roselands with their cousins Calhoun and Arthur Conly;
or at the Oaks, if Horace and his family do not join us in the trip to

"Cannot Bob and Betty go with us, papa?" Elsie asked. "I have no doubt
it would be a very great treat to them."

"Our party promises to be very large," he replied; "but if you two
ladies are agreed to invite them I shall raise no objection."

"Shall we not, mamma?" Elsie asked, and Rose gave a hearty assent.

"Now, how much dressmaking has to be done before the family can be ready
for the trip?" asked Mr. Dinsmore.

"Very little," the ladies told him, Elsie adding, "At least if you are
willing to let me wear black dresses when it is too cool for white,
papa. Mamma, he has asked me to lay aside my mourning."

"I knew he intended to," Rose said, "and I think you are a dear good
daughter to do it."

"It is nothing new; she has always been the best of daughters," Mr.
Dinsmore remarked, with a tenderly affectionate look at Elsie. "And, my
dear child, I certainly shall not ask you to stay a day longer than
necessary in this hot place, merely to have new dresses made when you
have enough even of black ones. We must set sail as soon as possible.
Now, I must have a little business chat with you. Don't go, Rose; it is
nothing that either of us would care to have you hear."


"Where the broad ocean leans against the land."


Elsie felt somewhat apprehensive that this early laying aside of her
mourning for their father might not meet the approval of her older son
and daughters; but it gave them pleasure; one and all were delighted to
see her resume the dress of the happy days when he was with them.

Zoe, too, was very much pleased. "Mamma," she said, "you do look so
young and lovely in white; and it was so nice in you to begin wearing it
again on the anniversary of our wedding-day. Just think, it's a whole
year to-day since Edward and I were married. How fast time flies!"

"Yes," Elsie said; "it seems a very little while since I was as young
and light-hearted as you are now, and now I am a grandmother."

"But still happy; are you not, mamma? you always seem so to me."

"Yes, my child; I have a very peaceful, happy life. I miss my husband,
but I know the separation is only for a short time, and that he is
supremely blessed. And with my beloved father and dear children about
me, heart and hands are full--delightfully full--leaving no room for
sadness and repining." This little talk was on the veranda, as the two
stood there for a moment apart from the others. Zoe was looking quite
bride-like in a white India mull, much trimmed with rich lace, her fair
neck and arms adorned with a set of beautiful pearls, just presented her
by Edward in commemoration of the day.

She called Elsie's attention to them. "See, mamma, what my husband has
given me in memory of the day. Are they not magnificent?"

"It is a very fine set," Elsie answered, with a smile, glancing
admiringly at the jewels and from them to the blooming face of the
wearer. "A most suitable gift for his little wife."

"He's so good to me, mamma," Zoe said, with warmth. "I love him better
every day we live together, and couldn't think of leaving him behind
alone, when you all go off to Nantucket. I do hope he'll be able to find
somebody to take his place; but if he isn't I shall stay here with him."

"That is quite right, dear child; I am very glad you love him so
dearly," Elsie said, with a very pleased look; "but I hope your
affection will not be put to so severe a test; we have heard of a very
suitable person, though it is still uncertain whether his services can
be secured. We shall probably know to-morrow."

"Perhaps sooner than that," Mr. Dinsmore said, approaching them just in
time to hear his daughter's last sentence; "Edward has gone to have an
interview with him, and hopes for a definite reply to his proposition.
Ah, here he comes now!" as Edward was seen to turn in at the great gates
and come up the avenue at a gentle trot. It was too warm for a gallop.

As he drew near he took off his hat and waved it in triumph round his
head. "Success, good friends!" he cried, reining in his steed at the
veranda steps. Then, as he threw the reins to a servant and sprang to
the ground, "Zoe, my darling, you can go on with your packing; we may
confidently expect to be able to sail with the rest."

"Oh delightful!" she exclaimed, dancing about as gleefully as if she had
been a maiden of eight or ten instead of a woman just closing the first
year of her married life.

Everybody sympathized in her joy; everybody was glad that she and Edward
were to be of their party.

All the older ones were very busy for the next few days, no one finding
time for rest and quiet chat except the captain and Violet, who keenly
enjoyed a monopoly of each other's society during not a few hours of
every day; Mrs. Dinsmore and Elsie having undertaken to attend to all
that would naturally have fallen to Violet's share in making ready for
the summer's jaunt had she been in robust health. Bob and Betty Johnson,
to whom the Oaks had been home for many years, and who had just
graduated from school, came home in the midst of the bustle of
preparation, and were highly delighted by an invitation to join the
Nantucket party.

No untoward event occurred to cause disappointment or delay; all were
ready in due season, and the yacht set sail at the appointed time, with
a full list of passengers, carrying plenty of luggage, and with fair
winds and sunny skies.

They were favored with exceptionally fine weather all the way, and seas
so smooth that scarce a touch of sea-sickness was felt by any, from the
oldest to the youngest.

They entered Nantucket harbor one lovely summer morning, with a
delicious breeze blowing from the sea, the waves rippling and dancing in
the sunlight, and the pretty town seated like a queen on the surrounding
heights that slope gently up from the water.

They were all gathered on deck, eager for a first glimpse of the place.

Most of them spoke admiringly of it, but Zoe said, "It's pretty enough,
but too much of a town for me. I'm glad we are not to stay in it.
'Sconset is a smaller place, isn't it, captain?"

"Much smaller," he answered; "quite small enough to suit even so great a
lover of solitude as yourself, Mrs. Travilla."

"Oh, you needn't laugh at me," she retorted; "one needn't be a great
lover of solitude to care for no more society than is afforded by this
crowd. But I want to be close by the bounding sea, and this town is shut
off from that by its harbor."

"Where is the harbor, papa?" asked little Grace.

"All around us, my child; we are in it."

"Are we?" she asked, "I think it looks just like the sea; what's the
matter with it, Aunt Zoe?"

"Nothing, only it's too quiet; the great waves don't come rolling in and
breaking along the shore. I heard your father say so; it's here they
have the still bathing."

"Oh, yes, and papa is going to teach us to swim!" exclaimed Lulu; "I'm
so glad, for I like to learn how to do everything."

"That's right," her father said, with an approving smile; "learn all
you can, for 'knowledge is power.'"

They landed, the gentlemen presently secured a sufficient number of
hacks to comfortably accommodate the entire party, and after a cursory
view of the town, in a drive through several of its more important
streets, they started on the road to 'Sconset.

They found it, though a lonely, by no means an unpleasant, drive--a road
marked out only by rows of parallel ruts across wild moorlands, where
the ground was level or slightly rolling, with now and then some gentle
elevation, or a far-off glimpse of harbor or sea, or a lonely farmhouse.
The wastes were treeless, save for the presence of a few stunted
jack-pines; but these gave out a sweet scent, mingling pleasantly with
the smell of the salt-sea air; and there were wild roses and other
flowering shrubs, thistles and tiger-lilies and other wild flowers,
beautiful enough to tempt our travellers to alight occasionally to
gather them.

'Sconset was reached at length, three adjacent cottages found ready and
waiting for their occupancy, and they took possession.

The cottages stood on a high bluff overlooking miles of sea, between
which and the foot of the cliff stretched a low sandy beach a hundred
yards or more in width, and gained by flights of wooden stairs.

The cottages faced inland, and had each a little back yard, grassy, and
showing a few flowers, that reached to within a few yards of the edge of
the bluff. The houses were tiny, built low and strong, that they might
resist the fierce winds of winter in that exposed position, and shingled
all over to keep out the spray from the waves, which would penetrate any
other covering.

Dinner was engaged for our entire party at one of the hotels, of which
there were two; but as it yet wanted more than an hour of the time set
for the meal, all who were not too tired sallied forth to explore the
hamlet and its environs.

They found it to consist of about two hundred cottages, similar to those
they had engaged for the season, each in a little enclosure. They were
built along three narrow streets or lanes running parallel with the edge
of the bluff, and stood in groups of twos or threes, separated by narrow
cross-lanes, giving every one free access to the town pump, the only
source of fresh-water supply in the place.

The children were particularly interested in the cottage of Captain
Baxter, with its famous ship's figure-head in the yard.

Back of the original 'Sconset, on the slight ascent toward Nantucket
Town, stood a few more pretentious cottages, built as summer residences
by the rich men of the island, retired sea captains, and merchants; this
was the one broad street, and here were the two hotels, the Atlantic
House and the Ocean View House.

Then on the bluff south of the old village, called Sunset Heights, there
were some half dozen cottages; a few on the bluff north of it, also.

The town explored and dinner eaten, of course the next thing was to
repair to the beach to watch the rush and tumble of the restless waves,
fast chasing each other in, and the dash of the spray as they broke
along the shore.

There was little else to see, for the bathing hour was long past; but
that was quite enough.

Soon, however, nearly every one of the party began to feel unaccountably
sleepy. Some returned to the cottages for the indulgence of their desire
for slumber, and others, spreading cloaks and shawls upon the sand,
enjoyed a delicious rest, warmed by the sun and fanned by the sea

For a day or two they did little but sleep and eat, and sleep and eat
again, enjoying it immensely, too, and growing fat and strong.

After that they woke to new life, made inquiries in regard to all the
sights and amusements the island afforded, and began availing themselves
of their opportunities, as if it were the business of life.

When it was for a long drive to some notable point, all went together,
chartering several vehicles for their conveyance; at other times they
not unfrequently broke up into smaller parties, some preferring one sort
of sport, some another.

"How many of us are going to bathe to-day?" Mr. Dinsmore asked, the
second morning after their arrival.

"I for one, if you will bear me company and look out for my safety,"
said his wife.

"Most assuredly I will," he answered. "And you too, Elsie?" turning to
his daughter.

"Yes, sir," she said, "if you think you can be burdened with the care of

"No, mother," spoke up Edward, quickly; "you and Zoe will be my charge,
of course."

"Ridiculous, Ned! of course, Harold and I will take care of mamma,"
exclaimed Herbert. "You will have enough to do to look out for your
wife's safety."

(The yacht had touched at Cape May and taken the two college students
aboard there.)

"I shall be well taken care of," their mother said, laughingly, with an
affectionate glance from one to another of her three tall sons; "but I
should like one of you to take charge of Rosie, another of Walter; and,
in fact, I don't think I need anything for myself but a strong hold of
the rope to insure my safety."

"You shall have more!" exclaimed father and sons in a breath; "the surf
is heavy here, and we cannot risk your precious life."

Mr. Dinsmore added, "None of you ladies ought to stay in very long, and
we will take you in turn."

"Papa, may I go in?" asked Lulu, eagerly.

"Yes; I'll take you in," the captain answered; "but the waves are so
boisterous that I doubt if you will care to repeat the experiment. Max,
I see, is waiting his chance to ask the same question," he added, with a
fatherly smile directed to the boy; "you may go in too, of course, my
son, if you will promise to hold on to the rope. I cannot think that
otherwise you would be safe in that boiling surf."

"But I can swim, papa," said Max; "and won't you let me go with you out
beyond the surf, where the water is more quiet?"

"Why yes, you shall," the captain replied, with a look of pleasure; "I
did not know that you had learned to swim."

"I don't want to go in," said timid little Grace, as if half fearful it
might be required of her. "Mamma is not going, and can't I stay with
her, papa?"

"Certainly, daughter," was the kind reply. "I suppose you feel afraid of
those dashing waves, and I should never think of forcing you in among
them against your will."

Betty Johnson now announced her intention to join the bathers. "It's
the first chance I've ever had," she remarked, "and I shan't throw it
away. I'll hold on to the rope, and if I'm in any danger I suppose Bob,
or some of the rest of you, will come to my assistance?"

"Of course we will!" all the gentlemen said, her brother adding, "And if
there's a good chance, I'll take you over to Nantucket Town, where
there's still-bathing, and teach you to swim."

"Just what I should like," she said. "I have a great desire to add that
to the already large number of my accomplishments."

Miss Betty was a very lively, in fact, quite wild, young lady, whose
great desire was for fun and frolic; to have, as she expressed it, "a
jolly good time" wherever she went.

The captain drew out his watch. "About time to don the bathing-suits,"
he said; "I understand that eleven o'clock is the hour, and it wants but
fifteen minutes of it."

Grandma Elsie had kindly seen to it that each little girl--that is,
Captain Raymond's two and her own Rosie--was provided with a pretty,
neatly-fitting, and becoming bathing dress.

Violet helped Lulu to put her's on, and, surveying her with a smile of
gratified motherly pride, told her she looked very well in it, and that
she hoped she would enjoy her bath.

"Thank you," said Lulu; "but why don't you go in too, Mamma Vi?"

"Only because I don't feel strong enough to stand up against those heavy
waves," Violet answered. "But I am going down to the beach to watch you
all, and see that you don't drown," she added, sportively.

"Oh Lu, aren't you afraid to go in?" asked little Grace, half shuddering
at the very thought.

"Why no, Gracie; I've bathed in the sea before; I went in a good many
times last summer; don't you remember?"

"Yes; but the waves there weren't half so big and strong."

"No; but I'll have a rope and papa, too, to hold to; so why need I be
afraid?" laughed Lulu.

"Mamma is, I think," said Grace, looking doubtfully at her.

"Oh no, dear," said Violet; "I should not be at all afraid to go in if
I were as strong as usual; but being weak, I know that buffeting with
those great waves would do me more harm than good."

Their cottages being so near the beach, our party all assumed their
bathing suits before descending to it. They went down, this first time,
all in one company, forming quite a procession; Mr. and Mrs. Dinsmore
heading it, and Violet and Grace, as mere spectators, bringing up the

They, in common with others who had nothing to do but look on, found it
an amusing scene; there was a great variety of costume, some neat,
well-fitting, and modest; some quite immodestly scant; some bright and
new; some faded and old. There was, however, but little freshness and
beauty in any of them when they came out of the water.

Violet and Grace found a seat under an awning. Max came running up to

"Papa is going in with Lulu first," he said; "then he will bring her out
and take me with him for a swim beyond the breakers. I'll just wait here
with you till my turn comes."

"See, see, they're in the water!" cried Grace; "and oh, what a big, big
wave that is coming! There, it would have knocked Lulu down if papa
hadn't had fast hold of her."

"Yes; it knocked a good many others down," laughed Max; "just hear how
they are screeching and screaming."

"But laughing, too," said Violet, "as if they find it fine sport."

"Who is that man sitting on that bench nearest the water, and looking
just ready to run and help if anybody needs it?" asked Grace.

"Oh, that's Captain Gorham," said Max. "and to run and help if he's
needed is exactly what he's there for. And I presume he always does it;
for they say no bather was ever drowned here."

Ten or fifteen minutes later a little dripping figure left the water,
and came running toward them.

"Why, it's Lulu," Gracie said, as it drew near, calling out to Max that
papa was ready for him.

Max was off like a shot in the direction of the water, and Lulu shouted
to her sister, "Oh Gracie, it's such fun! I wish you had gone, too."

Violet hastened to throw a waterproof cloak about Lulu's shoulders, and
bade her hurry to the house, rub hard with a coarse towel, and put on
dry clothing.

"I will go with you," she added, "if you wish."

"Oh no, thank you, Mamma Vi," Lulu answered, in a lively, happy tone. "I
can do it all quite well myself, and it must be fun for you to sit here
and watch the bathers."

"Well, dear, rub till you are in a glow," Violet said, as the little
girl sped on her way.

"Oh mamma, see, see!" cried Grace, more than half frightened at the
sight; "papa has gone away, way out, and Maxie with him. Oh, aren't you
afraid they will drown?"

"No, Gracie dear; I think we may safely trust your father's prudence
and skill as a swimmer," Violet answered. "Ah, there come Grandma Rose
and my mother; but Zoe and Betty seem to be enjoying it too much to
leave yet."

"Mamma, let's stay here till our people all come out; papa and Maxie,
any way" Grace said, persuasively.

"Yes; we will if you wish," said Violet. "I was just thinking I must go
in to see how baby is doing; but here comes Dinah, bringing her to me."

There was no accident that day, and everybody was enthusiastic in praise
of the bathing. Zoe and Betty would have liked to stay in the water much
longer than their escorts deemed prudent, but yielded to their better

The next morning there was a division of their forces: the Dinsmores,
Mrs. Elsie Travilla, Rosie, and Walter, and the Raymonds taking an early
start for Nantucket Town, the others remaining behind to enjoy a
repetition of the surf bath at 'Sconset.

The Nantucket party drove directly to the bathing house of the town, and
the little girls took their first lesson in swimming. They all thought
it "very nice," even Grace soon forgetting her timidity in the quiet
water and with her father to take care of her.

After that they went about the town visiting places of note--the
Athenaeum, the oldest house, dating back more than a hundred years, no
longer habitable, but kept as a relic of olden times, so important that
a visit to it is a part of the regular curriculum of the summer
sojourner in Nantucket; then to the news-room, where they wrote their
names in the "Visitors' Book;" then to the stores to view, among other
things, the antique furniture and old crockery on exhibition there and
for sale.

Many of these stores, situate in wide, handsome streets, were quite
city-like in size and in their display of goods.

Dinner at one of the hotels was next in order; after that a delightful
sail on the harbor, then around Brant Point and over the bar out into
the sea.

Here the boat new before the wind, dancing and rocking on the waves to
the intense delight of the older children; but Gracie was afraid till
her father took her in his arms and held her fast, assuring her they
were in no danger.

As she had unbounded confidence in "papa's" word, and believed he knew
all about the sea, this quieted her fears and made the rest of the sail
as thoroughly enjoyable to her as it was to the others.

The drive back to 'Sconset, with the full moon shining on moor and sea,
was scarcely less delightful. They reached their cottage home full of
enthusiasm over the day's experiences, ready to do ample justice to a
substantial supper, and then for a long delicious night's sleep.


"And I have loved thee, Ocean!"

Captain Raymond, always an early riser, was out on the bluffs before the
sun rose, and in five minutes Max was by his side.

"Ah, my boy, I though you were sound asleep, and would be for an hour
yet," the captain remarked when they had exchanged an affectionate

"No, sir, I made up my mind last night that I'd be out in time to see
the sun rise right out of the sea," Max said; "and there he is, just
peeping above the waves. There, now he's fairly up I and see, papa, what
a golden glory he sheds upon the waters; they are almost too bright to
look at. Isn't it a fine sight?"

"Yes, well worth the sacrifice of an extra morning nap--at least once in
a while."

"You must have seen it a great many times, papa."

"Yes, a great many; but it never loses its attraction for me."

"Oh, look, look, papa!" cried Max; "there's a fisherman going out; he
has his dory down on the beach, and is just watching for the right wave
to launch it. I never can see the difference in the waves--why one is
better than half a dozen others that he lets pass. Can you, sir?"

"No," acknowledged the captain; "but let us watch now and try to make
out his secret."

They did watch closely for ten minutes or more, while wave after wave
came rushing in and broke along the beach, the fisherman's eyes all the
while intent upon them as he stood motionless beside his boat; then
suddenly seeming to see the right one--though to the captain and Max it
did not look different from many of its neglected predecessors--he gave
his dory a vigorous push that sent it out upon the top of that very
wave, leaped into the stern, seized his oars, and with a powerful stroke
sent the boat out beyond the breakers.

"Bravo!" cried Max, clapping his hands and laughing with delight; "see,
papa, how nicely he rides now on the long swells! How I should like to
be able to manage a boat like that. May I learn if I have the chance?"

"Yes," said his father; "I should like to have you a proficient in all
manly accomplishments, only don't be foolhardy and run useless risks. I
want my son to be brave, but not rash; ready to meet danger with
coolness and courage when duty calls, and to have the proper training
to enable him to do so intelligently, but not to rush recklessly into it
to no good end."

"Yes, papa," Max answered; "I mean to try to be just such a man as my
father is; but do you mean that I may take lessons in managing a boat on
the sea, if I can find somebody to teach me?"

"I do; I shall inquire about among the fishermen and see who is capable
and willing for the task. Come, let us go down to the beach; we shall
have abundance of time for a stroll before breakfast."

At that moment Lulu joined them with a gay good-morning to each; she was
in a happy mood. "Oh, what a lovely morning! what a delightful place
this is!" she cried. "Papa, can't we take a walk?"

"Yes, Max and I were about starting for one, and shall be pleased to
have your company."

"I'd like to go to Tom Never's Head, papa," said Max.

"Oh, so should I!" cried Lulu.

"I believe they call the distance from here about two miles," remarked
the captain reflectively; "but such a walk before breakfast in this
bracing air I presume will not damage children as strong and healthy as
these two of mine," regarding them with a fond, fatherly smile. "So come
along, we will try it."

He took Lulu's hand, and the three wended their way southward along
Sunset Heights, greatly enjoying the sight of the ocean, its waves
glittering and dancing in the brilliant sunlight, their booming sound as
they broke along the beach and the exhilarating breeze blowing fresh and
pure from them.

"This is a very dangerous coast," the captain remarked, "especially in
winter, when it is visited by fierce gales; a great many vessels have
been wrecked on Nantucket coast."

"Yes, papa," said Max; "I heard a story the other day of a ship that was
wrecked the night before Christmas, eight or ten years ago, on this
shore. Nobody knew that a ship was near until the next morning, when
pieces of wreck, floating barrels, and dead bodies were cast up on the

"They found that one man had got to land alive; they knew it because he
was quite a distance from the beach, though entirely dead when they
found him. You see there was just one farmhouse in sight from the scene
of the disaster, and they had alight that night because somebody was
sick; and they supposed the man saw the light and tried to reach it, but
was too much exhausted by fatigue and the dreadful cold, for it seemed
his clothes had all been torn off him by the waves; he was stark naked
when found, and lying on the ground, which showed that he had struggled
hard to get up after falling down upon it.

"I think they said the ship was called the Isaac Newton, was loaded with
barrels of coal-oil, and bound for Holland."

"What a terrible death!" Lulu said with a shudder, and clinging more
tightly to her father's hand; "every one drowned and may be half frozen
for hours before they died. Oh, papa, I wish you didn't belong to the
navy, but lived all the time on land! I am so afraid your ship will be
wrecked some time," she ended with a sob.

"It is not only upon the water that people die by what we call accident,
daughter," the captain answered; "many horrible deaths occur on
land--many to which drowning would in my opinion be far preferable.

"But you must remember that we are under God's care and protection
everywhere, on land and on sea; and that if we are His children no real
evil can befall us. I am very glad you love me, my child, but I would
not have you make yourself unhappy with useless fears on my account.
Trust the Lord for me and all whom you love."

They pressed onward and presently came upon a lovely lakelet near the
beach, as clear as crystal and with bushes with dark green foliage
growing on all sides but that toward the sea.

They stopped for a moment to gaze upon it with surprise and admiration,
then pushed on again till the top of the high bluff known as Tom Never's
Head was reached.

They stood upon its brink and looked off westward and northward over the
heaving, tumbling ocean, as far as the eye could reach to the line where
sea and sky seemed to meet, taking in long draughts of the pure,
invigorating air, and listening to the roar of the breakers below.

"What is that down there?" asked Lulu.

"Part of a wreck, evidently," answered her father; "it must have been
there a long while, it is so deeply imbedded in the sand."

"I wish I knew its story," said Lulu; "I hope everybody wasn't drowned
when it was lost."

"It must have happened years ago, before that life-saving station was
built," remarked Max.

"Life-saving station," repeated Lulu, turning to look in the direction
of his glance; "what's that?"

"Do you not know what that means?" asked her father. "It is high time
you did. Those small houses are built here and there all along our coast
by the general government, for the purpose of accommodating each a band
of surf-men, who are employed by the government to keep a lookout for
vessels in distress, and give them all the aid in their power.

"They are provided with lifeboats, buoys, and other necessary things to
enable them to do so successfully. If it were not too near breakfast
time I should take you over there to see their apparatus; but we must
defer it to some other day, which will be quite as well, for then we may
bring a larger party with us. Now for home," he added, again taking
Lulu's hand; "if your appetites are as keen as mine you will be glad to
get there and to the table."

"Two good hours to bathing-time," remarked Mr. Dinsmore, consulting his
watch as they rose from the breakfast table. "I propose that we utilize
them in a visit to Sankaty lighthouse."

All were well satisfied to do so, and presently they set off, some
driving, others walking, for the distance is not great, and even feeble
folk often find themselves able to take quite long tramps in the bracing
sea air.

Max and Lulu preferred to walk when they learned that their father
intended doing so; then Grace, though extremely fond of driving, begged
leave to join their party, and the captain finally granted her request,
thinking within himself that he could carry her if her strength gave

The little face grew radiant with delight.

"Oh, you are a nice, good papa!" she cried, giving him a hug and kiss,
for he was seated with her upon his knee.

"I am glad you think so," he said, laughingly, as he returned her
caress. "Well, as soon as I have helped your mamma into the carriage we
will start."

They set out presently, Grace holding fast to one of his hands while
Lulu had the other, and tripping gayly along by his side till, passing
out of the village, they struck into the narrow path leading to Sankaty;
then the little maid moved along more soberly, looking far away over the
rolling billows and watching the progress of some vessels in the offing.

They could hear the dash of the waves on the beach below, but could not
see it for the over-hanging cliffs, the path running some yards distant
from their brink.

"I want to see where the waves come up," said Lulu; "there's Max looking
down over the edge; can't we go and look too, papa?"

"Yes, with me along to take care of you," he said, turning from the path
and leading them seaward; "but don't venture alone, the ground might
crumble under your feet and you would have a terrible fall, going down
many feet right into the sea."

They had reached the brink. Grace, clinging tightly to her father's
hand, took one timid peep, then drew back in terror. "Oh, papa, how far
down it is!" she exclaimed. "Oh, let's get away, for fear the ground
will break and let us fall."

"Pooh! Gracie, don't be such a coward," said Lulu. "I shouldn't be
afraid even if papa hadn't hold of our hands."

"I should be afraid for you, Lulu, so venturesome as you are," said the
captain, drawing her a little farther back. "Max, my son, be careful."

"Yes, sir, I will. Papa, do you know how high this bluff is?"

"They say the bank is eighty-five feet high where the lighthouse stands,
and I presume it is about the same here. Now, children, we will walk

Grace's strength held out wonderfully; she insisted she was not at all
tired, even when the end of their walk was reached.

The other division of the party had arrived some minutes before, and
several were already making the ascent to the top of the lighthouse
tower; the rest were scattered, waiting their turn in the neat parlor of
the keeper's snug little home, or wandering over the grassy expanse
between it and the sea.

"There are Grandma Elsie and mamma in the house," cried Grace, catching
sight of them through a window.

"Yes," said her father, "we will go in there and wait our turn with
them," leading the way as he spoke. "Do you want to go up into the
tower, Gracie?"

"Oh no, no, papa!" she cried, "what would be the use? and I am afraid I
might fall."

"What, with your big strong father to hold you fast?" he asked
laughingly, sitting down and drawing her to a seat upon his knee; for
they had entered the parlor.

"It might tire you to hold me so hard; I'm getting so big now," she
answered naïvely, looking up into his face with a loving smile and
stealing an arm about his neck.

"Ah, no danger of that," he laughed. "Why, I believe I could hold even
your mamma or Lulu, and that against their will, without being greatly
exhausted by the exertion.

"My dear," turning to Violet, "shall I have the pleasure of helping you
up to the top of the tower?"

"Thank you, I think I shall not try it to-day," she answered; "they tell
me the steps are very steep and hard to climb."

"Ah, so I suppose, and I think you are wise not to attempt it."

"But I may, mayn't I, papa?" Lulu said. "You know I always like to go

"I fear it will be a hard climb for a girl of your size," he answered

"Oh, but I want to go, and I don't care if it is a hard climb," she
said coaxingly, coming close to his side and laying her hand on his
shoulder. "Please, papa, do say I may."

"Yes, since you are so desirous," he said, in an indulgent tone.

Max came hurrying in. "We can go up now, papa," he said; "the others
have come down."

Edward and Zoe were just behind the boy. "Oh, you ought all to go up,"
cried the latter; "the view's just splendid."

"Mother," said Edward, "the view is very fine, but there are sixty
steps, each a foot high; a pretty hard climb for a lady, I should think.
Will you go up? may I have the pleasure of helping you?"

"Yes," she answered; "I am quite strong and well, and think the view
will probably pay for the exertion."

They took the lead, the captain following with Lulu, and Max bringing up
the rear.

Having reached the top and viewed the great light (one of the finest on
the coast) from the interior, Elsie stepped outside, and holding fast to
Edward's hand made the entire circuit, enjoying the extended view on all

Stepping in again, she drew a long breath of relief. "I should not like
to try that in a strong wind," she said, "or at all if I were easily
made dizzy; no, nor in any case without a strong arm to cling to for
safety; for there is plenty of space to fall through between the iron
railing and the masonry."

"I should tremble to see you try it alone, mother," Edward said.

"It is a trifle dangerous," acknowledged the keeper.

"Yet safe enough for a sailor," laughed the captain, stepping out.

"Oh, papa, let me go too, please do!" pleaded Lulu.

"Why should you care to?" asked her father.

"To see the prospect, papa; oh, do let me! there can't be any danger
with you to hold me tight."

For answer he leaned down and helped her up the step, then led her
slowly round, giving her time to take in all the beauties of the scene,
taking care of Max too, who was slowly following.

"I presume you are a little careful whom you allow to make that round?"
the captain observed inquiringly to the keeper when again they stood

"Yes, and we have never had an accident; but I don't know but there was
a narrow escape from it the other day.

"Of course crowds of people come here almost every day while summer
visitors are on the island, and we can't always judge what kind they
are; but we know it is not an uncommon thing for people standing on the
brink of a precipice or any height to feel an uncontrollable inclination
to throw themselves down it, and therefore we are on the watch.

"Well, the other day I let a strange woman out there, but presently when
I saw her looking down over the edge and heard her mutter to herself,
'Shall I know him when I see him? shall I know him when I see him?' I
pulled her inside in a hurry."

"You thought she was deranged and about to commit suicide by
precipitating herself to the ground?" Edward said inquiringly.

"Exactly, sir," returned the keeper.

All of their number who wished to do so having visited the top of the
tower, our party prepared to leave.

"Are you going to walk back, papa? Mayn't I go with you?" pleaded Grace.

"No, daughter, we must not try your strength too far," he said, lifting
her into the carriage where Grandma Elsie and Violet were already
seated. "I am going on a mile further to Sachacha Pond, ladies," he
remarked; "will you drive there, or directly home?"

"There, if there is time to go and return before the bathing hour," they

"Quite. I think," he replied, and the carriage moved on, he with Max
and Lulu, and several of the young gentlemen of the company following on

Sachacha Pond they found to be a pretty sheet of water only slightly
salt, a mile long and three quarters of a mile wide, separated from the
ocean by a long narrow strip of sandy beach. No stream enters it, but it
is the reservoir of the rainfall from the low-lying hills sloping down
to its shores.

Quidnet--a hamlet of perhaps a half dozen houses--stands on its banks.

It is to this pond people go to fish for perch; calling it fresh-water
fishing; here too they "bob" for eels.

Our party had not come to fish this time, yet had an errand aside from a
desire to see the spot--namely, to make arrangements for going sharking
the next day.

Driving and walking on to Quidnet they soon found an old, experienced
mariner who possessed a suitable boat and was well pleased to undertake
the job of carrying their party out to the sharking grounds on the
shoals. He would need a crew of two men, easily to be found among his
neighbors, he said; he would also provide the necessary tackle. The bait
would be perch, which they would catch here in the pond before setting
out for the trip by sea to their destination--about a mile away.

Mr. Dinsmore, his three grandsons, and Bob Johnson were all to be of
the party. Max was longing to go too, but hardly thought he would be
allowed; he was hesitating whether to make the request when his father,
catching his eager, wistful look, suddenly asked, "Would you like to go,

"Oh, yes, papa, yes, indeed!" was the eager response, and the boy's
heart bounded with delight at the answer, in a kindly indulgent tone,
"Very well, you may."

Lulu, hearing it, cried out, "Oh, couldn't I go too, papa?"

"You? a little girl?" her father said, turning an astonished look upon
her; "absurd! no, of course you can't."

"I think I might," persisted Lulu; "I've heard that ladies go sometimes,
and I shouldn't be a bit afraid or get in anybody's way."

"You can't go, so let me hear no more about it," the captain answered
decidedly as they turned toward home, the arrangements for the morrow's
expedition being completed.

"Wouldn't Lulu like to ride?" Violet asked, speaking from the carriage
window; "she has already done a good deal of walking to-day."

The carriage stopped, and the captain picked Lulu up and put her in it
without waiting for her to reply, for he saw that she was sulking over
his refusal of her request.

She continued silent during the short drive to the cottage, and
scarcely spoke while hurriedly dressing for the surf-bath.

The contemplated sharking expedition was the chief topic of conversation
at the dinner-table, and it was quite evident that those who were going
looked forward to a good deal of sport.

The frown on Lulu's face grew darker as she listened. Why should not she
have a share in the fun as well as Max? she was sure she was quite as
brave, and not any more likely to be seasick; and papa ought to be as
willing to give enjoyment to his daughter as to his son.

She presently slipped away to the beach and sat down alone to brood over
it, nursing her ill-humor and missing much enjoyment which she might
have had because this--a very doubtful one at the best--was denied her.

Looking round after a while, and seeing her father sitting alone on a
bench at some little distance, she went to him and asked, "Why can't I
go with you to-morrow, papa? I don't see why I can't as well as Max."

"Max is a boy and you are a girl, which makes a vast difference whether
you see it or not," the captain answered. "But I told you to let me hear
no more about it. I am astonished at your assurance in approaching me
again on the subject."

Lulu was silent for a moment, then said complainingly, "And I suppose
I'll not be allowed to take my bath either?"

"I don't forbid you," the captain said kindly, putting his arm about her
and drawing her in between his knees; "provided you promise to keep fast
hold of the rope all the time you are in. With that, and Captain Gorham
keeping close watch, you will not be in much danger, I think; but I
should be much easier in mind--it would give me great satisfaction--if
my little girl would voluntarily relinquish the bath for this one day
that I shall not be here to take care of her, for possibly she might be
swept away, and it would be a terrible thing to me to lose her."

"I 'most wonder you don't say a good thing, papa, I'm so often naughty
and troublesome," she said, suddenly becoming humble and penitent.

"No, it would not be true; your naughtiness often pains me deeply, but
I must continue to love my own child in spite of it all," he responded,
bending down and imprinting a kiss upon her lips.

"And I love you, papa; indeed, indeed I do," she said, with her arm
round his neck, her cheek pressed close to his; "and I won't go in
to-morrow; I'm glad to promise not to if it will make you feel easier
and enjoy your day more."

"Thank you, my dear child," he said. "I have not the least doubt of
your affection."

Edward had spread a rug on the sand just high enough on the beach to be
out of reach of the incoming waves, and Zoe, with a book in her hand,
was half reclining upon it, resting on her elbow and gazing far out over
the waters.

"Well, Mrs. Travilla, for once I find you alone. What has become of your
other half?" said a lively voice at her side.

"Oh, is it you, Betty?" Zoe exclaimed, quickly turning her head and
glancing up at the speaker.

"No one else, I assure you," returned the lively girl, dropping down on
the sand and folding her hands in her lap. "Where did you say Ned is?"

"I didn't say; but he has gone to help mamma down with her shawls and so

"He's the best of sons as well as of husbands," remarked Betty; "but I'm
glad he's away for a moment just now, as I want a private word with you.
Don't you think it is just a trifle mean and selfish for all our
gentlemen to be going off on a pleasure excursion without so much as
asking if one of us would like to accompany them?"

"I hadn't thought anything about it," replied Zoe.

"Well, think now, if you please; wouldn't you go if you had an
invitation? Don't you want to go?"

"Yes, if it's the proper thing; I'd like to go everywhere with my
husband. I'll ask him about it. Here he comes, mamma with him."

She waited till the two were comfortably settled by her side, then said,
with her most insinuating smile, "I'd like to go sharking, Ned; won't you
take me along to-morrow?"

"Why, what an idea, little wife!" he exclaimed in surprise. "I really
hate to say no to any request of yours, but I do not think it would be
entirely safe for you. We are not going on the comparatively quiet
waters of the harbor, but out into the ocean itself, and that in a
whaleboat, and we may have very rough sailing; besides, it is not at all
impossible that a man-eating shark might get into the boat alive, and,
as I heard an old fisherman say yesterday, 'make ugly work.'"

"Then I don't want to go," Zoe said, "and I'd rather you wouldn't; just
suppose you should get a bite?"

"Oh, no danger!" laughed Edward; "a man is better able to take care of
himself than a woman is of herself."

"Pooh!" exclaimed Betty; "I don't believe any such thing, and I want to
go; I want to be able to say I've done and seen everything other summer
visitors do and see on this island."

"Only a foolish reason, is it not, Betty?" mildly remonstrated her
Cousin Elsie. "But you will have to ask my father's consent, as he is
your guardian."

"No use whatever," remarked Bob, who had joined them a moment before; "I
know uncle well enough to be able to tell you that beforehand. Aren't
you equally sure of the result of such an application, Ned?"


"Besides," pursued Bob, teasingly, "there wouldn't be room in the boat
for a fine lady like my sister Betty, with her flounces and furbelows;
also you'd likely get awfully sick with the rolling and pitching of the
boat, and leaning over the side for the purpose of depositing your
breakfast in the sea, tumble in among the sharks and give them one."

"Oh, you horrid fellow!" she exclaimed, half angrily; "I shouldn't do
anything of the kind; I should wear no furbelows, be no more likely to
an attack of sea-sickness than yourself, and could get out of the way of
a shark quite as nimbly as any one else."

"Well, go and ask uncle," he laughed.

Betty made no move to go; she knew as well as he how Mr. Dinsmore would
treat such a request.

The weather the next morning was all that could be desired for sharking,
and the gentlemen set off in due time, all in fine spirits.

They were absent all day, returning early in the evening quite elated
with their success.

Max had a wonderful tale to tell Lulu and Grace of "papa's" skill, the
number of sand-sharks and the tremendous "blue dog" or man-eater he had
taken. The captain was not half so proud of his success as was his
admiring son.

"I thought all the sharks were man-eaters," said Lulu.

"No, the sand-sharks are not."

"Did everybody catch a man-eater?"

"No; nobody but papa took a full-grown one. Grandpa Dinsmore and Uncle
Edward each caught a baby one, and all of them took big fellows of the
other kind. I suppose they are the most common, and it's a good thing,
because of course they are not nearly so dangerous."

"How many did you catch, Maxie?" asked Grace.

"I? Oh, I helped catch the perch for bait; but I didn't try for sharks,
for of course a boy wouldn't be strong enough to haul such big fellows
in. I tell you the men had a hard tug, especially with the blue-dog.

"The sand-sharks they killed when they'd got 'em close up to the gunwale
by pounding them on the nose with a club--a good many hard whacks it
took, too; but the blue-dog had to be stabbed with a lance; and I
should think it took considerable courage and skill to do it, with such
a big, strong, wicked-looking fellow. You just ought to have seen how he
rolled over and over in the water and lashed it into a foam with his
tail, how angry his eyes looked, and how he showed his sharp white
teeth. I thought once he'd be right in among us the next minute, but he
didn't; they got the lance down his throat just in time to put a stop to

"Oh, I'm so glad he didn't!" Grace said, drawing a long breath. "Do they
eat sharks, Maxie?"

"No, indeed; who'd want to eat a fish that maybe had grown fat on human

"What do they kill them for, then?"

"Oh, to rid the seas of them, I suppose, and because there is a valuable
oil in their livers. We saw our fellows towed ashore and cut open and
their livers taken out."


"There is none other name under heaven given among men whereby we must
be saved."--_Acts_ 4: 12.

It was down on the beach Max had been telling his story; the evening was
beautiful, warm enough to make the breeze from the sea extremely
enjoyable, and the whole family party were gathered there, some sitting
upon the benches or camp-chairs, others on rugs and shawls spread upon
the sand.

Max seemed to have finished what he had to say about the day's exploits,
and Gracie rose and went to her father's side.

He drew her to his knee with a slight caress. "What has my little girl
been doing all day?"

"Playing in the sand most of the time, papa. I'm so glad those horrid
sharks didn't get a chance to bite you or anybody to-day. Such big,
dreadful-looking creatures Maxie says they were."

"Not half so large as some I have seen in other parts of the world."

"Oh, papa, will you tell us about them? Shall I call Max and Lulu to
hear it?"

"Yes; if they wish to come, they may."

There was scarcely anything the children liked better than to hear the
captain tell of his experiences at sea, and in another moment his own
three. Rosie, Walter, and several of the older people were gathered
around him, expecting quite a treat.

"Quite an audience," he remarked, "and I'm afraid I shall disappoint you
all, for I have no yarn to spin, only a few items of information to give
in regard to other varieties of sharks than are to be found on this

"The white shark, found in the Mediterranean and the seas of many of the
warmer parts of the world, is the largest and the most feared of any of
the monsters of the deep. One has been caught which was thirty-seven
feet long. It has a hard skin, is grayish-brown above and whitish on the
under side. It has a large head and a big wide mouth armed with a
terrible apparatus of teeth--six rows in the upper jaw, and four in the

"Did you ever see one, papa?" asked Grace, shuddering.

"Yes, many a one. They will often follow a ship to feed on any animal
matter that may be thrown or fall overboard, and have not unfrequently
followed mine, to the no small disturbance of the sailors, who have a
superstitious belief that it augurs a death on board during the voyage."

"Do you believe it, captain?" queried little Walter.

"No, my boy, certainly not; how should a fish know what is about to
happen? Do you think God would give them a knowledge of the future which
He conceals from men? No, it is a very foolish idea which only an
ignorant, superstitious person could for a moment entertain. Sharks
follow the ships simply because of what is occasionally thrown into the
water. They are voracious creatures, and sometimes swallow articles
which even their stomachs cannot digest. A lady's work-box was found in
one, and the papers of a slave-ship in another."

"Why, how could he get them?" asked Walter.

"They had been thrown overboard," said the captain.

"Do those big sharks bite people?" pursued the child.

"Yes, indeed; they will not only bite off an arm or leg when an
opportunity offers, but have been known to swallow a man whole."

"A worse fate than that of the prophet Jonah," remarked Betty. "Do the
sailors ever attempt to catch them, captain?"

"Sometimes; using a piece of meat as bait, putting it on a very large
hook attached to a chain; for a shark's teeth find no difficulty in
going through a rope. But when they have hooked him and hauled him on
board they have need to be very careful to keep out of reach of both his
teeth and his tail; they usually rid themselves of danger from the
latter by a sailor springing forward and cutting it above the fin with a

"In the South Sea Islands they have a curious way of catching sharks by
setting a log of wood afloat with a rope attached, a noose at the end of
it; the sharks gather round the log, apparently out of curiosity, and
one or another is apt soon to get his head into the noose, and is
finally wearied out by the log."

"I think that's a good plan," said Grace, "because it doesn't put
anybody in danger of being bitten."

No one spoke again for a moment, then the silence was broken by the
sweet voice of Mrs. Elsie Travilla: "To-morrow is Sunday; does any one
know whether any service will be held here?"

"Yes," replied Mr. Dinsmore; "there will be preaching in the parlors of
one of the hotels, and I move that we attend in a body."

The motion was seconded and carried, and when the time came nearly every
one went. The service occupied an hour; after that almost everybody
sought the beach; but though some went into the surf--doubtless looking
upon it as a hygienic measure, therefore lawful even on the Lord's
day--there was not the usual boisterous fun and frolic.

Harold, by some manoeuvring, got his mother to himself for a time,
making a comfortable seat for her in the sand, and shading her from the
sun with an umbrella.

"Mamma," he said, "I want a good talk with you; there are some
questions, quite suitable for Sunday, that I want to ask. And see,"
holding them up to view, "I have brought my Bible and a small
concordance with me, for I know you always refer to the Law and to the
Testimony in deciding matters of faith and practice."

"Yes," she said, "God's Word is the only infallible rule of faith and
practice. All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is
profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in

"Yes, mamma, I have the reference here; Second Timothy, third chapter,
and sixteenth verse. And should not the next verse, 'That the man of God
may be perfect, thoroughly furnished unto all good works,' stir us up to
much careful study of the Bible?"

"Certainly, my dear boy; and, oh what cause for gratitude that we have
an infallible instructor and guide! But what did you want to ask me?"

"A question that was put to me by one of our fellows at college, and
which I was not prepared to answer. The substance of it was this: 'If
one who has lived for years in the service of God should be suddenly cut
off while committing some sin, would he not be saved, because of his
former good works?'"

"Is any son or daughter of Adam saved by good works?" she asked, with a
look and tone of surprise.

"No, mother, certainly not; how strange that I did not think of
answering him with that query. But he maintained that God was too just
to overlook--make no account of--years of holy living because of perhaps
a momentary fall into sin."

"We have nothing to hope from God's justice," she replied, "for it
wholly condemns us. 'There is none righteous, no, not one.... Therefore
by the deeds of the law there shall no flesh be justified in His sight.'

"But your friend's question is very plainly answered by the prophet
Ezekiel," opening her Bible as she spoke. "Here it is, in the eighteenth
chapter, twenty-fourth verse.

"'But when the righteous turneth away from his righteousness and
committeth iniquity, and doeth according to all the abominations that
the wicked man doeth, shall he live? All his righteousness that he hath
done shall not be mentioned: in his trespass that he hath trespassed,
and in his sin that he hath sinned, in them shall he die.'"

"Nothing could be plainer," Harold said. "I shall refer my friend to
that passage for his answer, and also remind him that no one can be
saved by works.

"Now, mamma, there is something else. I have become acquainted with a
young Jew who interests me greatly. He is gentlemanly, refined,
educated, very intelligent and devout, studying the Hebrew Scriptures
constantly, and looking for a Saviour yet to come.

"I have felt so sorry for him that I could not refrain from talking to
him of Jesus of Nazareth, and trying to convince him that He was and is
the true Messiah."

Elsie looked deeply interested. "And what was the result of your
efforts?" she asked.

"I have not succeeded in convincing him yet, mamma, but I think I have
raised doubts in his mind. I have called his attention to the prophecies
in his own Hebrew Scriptures in regard to both the character of the
Messiah and the time of His appearing, and shown him how exactly they
were all fulfilled in our Saviour. I think he cannot help seeing that it
is so, yet tries hard to shut his eyes to the truth.

"He tells me he believes Jesus was a good man and a great prophet, but
not the Messiah; only a human creature. To that I answer, 'He claimed
to be God, saying, "I and My Father are One;" "Verily, verily, I say
unto you, before Abraham was I am;" and allowed himself to be worshipped
as God; therefore either He was God or He was a wretched impostor, not
even a good man.'

"But, mamma, I have been asked by another, a professed Christian, 'Why
do you trouble yourself about the belief of a devout Jew? he is not
seeking salvation by works, but by faith; then is he not safe, even
though he looks for a Saviour yet to come?' How should you answer that
question, mamma?"

"With the eleventh and twelfth verses of the fourth chapter of Acts:
'This is the stone which was set at naught of you builders, which is
become the head of the corner. Neither is there salvation in any other;
for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we
must be saved.'

"That name is the name of Jesus of Nazareth, the crucified One. He is
the only Saviour. We speak--the Bible speaks of being saved by faith,
but faith is only the hand with which we lay hold on Christ.

"'A Saviour yet to come?' There is none; and will faith in a myth save
the soul? No; nor in any other than Him who is the Door, the Way, the
Truth, the Life.

"'He is mighty to save,' and He alone; He Himself said, 'No man cometh
unto the Father, but by Me.'

"And is it not for the very sin of rejecting their true Messiah, killing
Him and imprecating His blood upon them and on their children, that they
have been scattered among the nations and have become a hissing and a
byword to all people?"

"True, mamma, and yet are they not still God's own chosen people? Are
there not promises of their future restoration?"

"Yes, many, in both the Old Testament and the New. Zechariah tells us,
'They shall look upon Me whom they have pierced, and they shall mourn
for Him as one mourneth for his only son, and shall be in bitterness for
him, as one that is in bitterness for his first-born;' and Paul speaks of
a time when the veil that is upon their hearts shall be taken away, and
it shall turn to the Lord.

"Let me read you the first five verses of the sixty-second chapter of
Isaiah--they are so beautiful.

"'For Zion's sake will I not hold My peace, and for Jerusalem's sake I
will not rest, until the righteousness thereof go forth as brightness,
and the salvation thereof as a lamp that burneth.

"'And the Gentiles shall see thy righteousness, and all kings thy
glory; and thou shalt be called by a new name which the mouth of the
Lord shall name.

"'Thou shalt also be a crown of glory in the hand of the Lord, and a
royal diadem in the hand of thy God.

"'Thou shalt no more be termed Forsaken; neither shall thy land any more
be termed Desolate: but thou shalt be called Hephzibah, and thy land
Beulah: for the Lord delighted in thee, and thy land shall be married.

"'For as a young man marrieth a virgin, so shall thy sons marry thee:
and as the bridegroom rejoiceth over the bride, so shall thy God rejoice
over thee.'"

Mr. and Mrs. Dinsmore sat together not many paces distant, each with a
book; but hers was half closed while she gazed out over the sea.

"I am charmed with the quiet of this place," she remarked presently;
"never a scream of a locomotive to break it, no pavements to echo to the
footsteps of the passer-by, no sound of factory or mill, or rumble of
wheels, scarcely anything to be heard, even on week-days, but the
thunder of the surf and occasionally a human voice."

"Except the blast of Captain Baxter's tin horn announcing his arrival
with the mail, or warning you that he will be off for Nantucket in
precisely five minutes, so that if you have letters or errands for him
you must make all haste to hand them over," Mr. Dinsmore said, with a

"Ah, yes," she assented; "but with all that, is it not the quietest
place you ever were in?"

"I think it is; there is a delightful Sabbath stillness to-day. I cannot
say that I should desire to pass my life here, but a sojourn of some
weeks is a very pleasant and restful variety."

"I find it so," said his wife, "and feel a strong inclination to be down
here, close by the waves, almost all the time. If agreeable to the rest
of our party, let us pass the evening here in singing hymns."

"A very good suggestion," he responded, and Elsie and the others being
of the same opinion, it was duly carried out.


"Sudden they see from midst of all the main
The surging waters like a mountain rise,
And the great sea, puff'd up with proud disdain
To swell above the measure of his guise,
As threatening to devour all that his power despise."


What with bathing, driving, and wandering about on foot over the lovely
moors, time flew fast to our 'Sconseters.

It was their purpose to visit every point of interest on the island,
and to try all its typical amusements. They made frequent visits to
Nantucket Town, particularly that the children might take their swimming
lessons in the quiet water of its harbor; also repeated such drives and
rambles as they found exceptionably enjoyable.

Max wanted to try camping out for a few weeks in company with Harold and
Herbert Travilla and Bob Johnson, but preferred to wait until his father
should leave them, not feeling willing to miss the rare pleasure of his
society. And the other lads, quite fond of the captain themselves, did
not object to waiting.

In the mean time they went blue-fishing (trying it by both accepted
modes--the "heave and haul" from a rowboat or at anchor, and trolling
from a yacht under full sail), hunting, eel-bobbing, and perch-fishing.

The ladies sometimes went with them on their fishing excursions; Zoe and
Betty oftener than any of the others. Lulu went, too, whenever she was
permitted, which was usually when her father made one of the party.

"We haven't been on a 'squantum' yet," remarked Betty, one evening,
addressing the company in general; "suppose we try that to-morrow."

"Suppose you first tell us what a 'squantum' is," said Mrs. Dinsmore.

"Oh, Aunt Rose, don't you know that that is the Nantucket name for a

"I acknowledge my ignorance," laughed the older lady; "I did not know it
till this moment."

"Well, auntie, it's one of those typical things that every conscientious
summer visitor here feels called upon to do as a regular part of the
Nantucket curriculum. How many of us are agreed to go?" glancing about
from one to another.

Not a dissenting voice was raised, and Betty proceeded to unfold her
plans. Vehicles sufficient for the transportation of the whole party
were to be provided, baskets of provisions also; they would take an
early start, drive to some pleasant spot near the beach or one of the
ponds, and make a day of it--sailing, or rather rowing about the pond,
fishing in it, cooking and eating what they caught (fish were said to be
so delicious just out of the water and cooked over the coals in the open
air), and lounging on the grass, drinking in at the same time the sweet,
pure air and the beauties of nature as seen upon Nantucket moors and
hills, and in glimpses of the surrounding sea.

"Really, Betty, you grow quite eloquent," laughed her brother;
"Nantucket has inspired you."

"I think it sounds ever so nice," said little Grace. "Won't you go and
take us, papa?"

"Yes, if Mamma Vi will go along," he answered, with an affectionate look
at his young wife; "we can't go without her, can we, Gracie?"

"Oh, no, indeed! but you will go, mamma, won't you?"

"If your papa chooses to take me," Violet said, in a sprightly tone. "I
think it would be very pleasant, but I cannot either go or stay unless
he does; for I am quite resolved to spend every one of the few days he
will be here, close at his side."

"And as all the rest of us desire the pleasure of his company," said
her mother, "his decision must guide ours."

"There, now, captain," cried Betty, "you see it all rests with you; so
please say yes, and let us begin our preparations."

"Yes, Miss Betty; I certainly cannot be so gallant as to refuse such a
request from such a quarter, especially when I see that all interested
in the decision hope I will not."

That settled the matter. Preparations were at once set on foot: the
young men started in search of the necessary conveyances, the ladies
ordered the provisions, inquiries were made in regard to different
localities, and a spot on the banks of Sachacha Pond, where stood a
small deserted old house, was selected as their objective point.

They started directly after breakfast, and had a delightful drive over
the moors and fenceless fields, around the hills and tiny emerald lakes
bordered with beautiful wild shrubbery, bright with golden rod, wild
roses, and field lilies. Here and there among the heather grew creeping
mealberry vines, with bright red fruit-like beads, and huckleberry
bushes that tempted our pleasure-seekers to alight again and again to
gather and eat of their fruit.

Everybody was in most amiable mood, and the male members of the party
indulgently assisted the ladies, and lifted the children in and out
that they might gather floral treasures for themselves, or alighted to
gather for them again and again.

At length they reached their destination, left their conveyances, spread
an awning above the green grass that grew luxuriantly about the old
house, deposited their baskets of provisions and extra wraps underneath
it, put the horses into a barn near at hand, and strolled down to the

A whaleboat, large enough to hold the entire company, was presently
hired; all embarked; it moved slowly out into the lake; all who cared to
fish were supplied with tackle and bait, and the sport began.

Elsie, Violet, and Grace declined to take part in it, but Zoe, Betty,
and Lulu were very eager and excited, sending forth shouts of triumph or
of merriment as they drew one victim after another from the water; for
the fish seemed eager to take the bait, and were caught in such numbers
that soon the word was given that quite enough were now on hand, and the
boat was headed for the shore.

A fire was made in the sand, and while some broiled the fish and made
coffee, others spread a snowy cloth upon the grass, and placed on it
bread and butter, cold biscuits, sandwiches, pickles, cakes, jellies,
canned fruits, and other delicacies.

It was a feast fit for a king, and all the more enjoyable that the sea
air and pleasant exercise had sharpened the appetites of the fortunate

Then, the meal disposed of, how deliciously restful it was to lounge
upon the grass, chatting, singing, or silently musing with the sweet,
bracing air all about them, the pretty sheet of still water almost at
their feet, while away beyond it and the dividing strip of sand the
ocean waves tossed and rolled, showing here and there a white, slowly
moving sail.

So thoroughly did they enjoy it all that they lingered till the sun,
nearing the western horizon, reminded them that the day was waning.

The drive home was not the least enjoyable part of the day. They took it
in leisurely fashion, by a different route from the one they had taken
in the morning, and with frequent haltings to gather berries, mosses,
lichens, grasses, and strange beautiful flowers; or to gaze with
delighted eyes upon the bare brown hills purpling in the light of the
setting sun, and the rapidly darkening vales; Sankaty lighthouse, with
the sea rolling beyond, on the one hand, and on the other the quieter
waters of the harbor, with the white houses and spires of Nantucket Town
half encircling it.

They had enjoyed their "squantum," marred by no mishap, no untoward
event, so much that it was unanimously agreed to repeat the experiment,
merely substituting some other spot for the one visited that day.

But their next excursion was to Wanwinet, situate on a narrow neck of
land that, jutting out into the sea, forms the head of the harbor;
Nantucket Town standing at the opposite end, some half dozen miles away.

Summer visitors to the latter place usually go to Wanwinet by boat, up
the harbor, taking their choice between a sailboat and a tiny steamer
which plies regularly back and forth during the season; but our 'Sconset
party drove across the moors, sometimes losing their way among the
hills, dales, and ponds, but rather enjoying that as a prolongation of
the pleasure of the drive, and spite of the detention reached their
destination in good season to partake of the dinner of all obtainable
luxuries of the sea, served up in every possible form, which is usually
considered the roam object of a trip to Wanwinet.

They found the dinner--served in a large open pavilion, whence they
might gaze out over the dancing, glittering waves of the harbor, and
watch the white sails come and go, while eating--quite as good as they
had been led to expect.

After dinner they wandered along the beach, picking up shells and any
curious things they could find--now on the Atlantic side, now on the
shore of the harbor.

Then a boat was chartered for a sail of a couple of hours, and then
followed the drive home to 'Sconset by a different course from that of
the morning, and varied by the gradually fading light of the setting sun
and succeeding twilight casting weird shadows here and there among the
hills and vales.

The captain predicted a storm for the following day, and though the
others could see no sign of its approach, it was upon them before they
rose the next morning, raining heavily, while the wind blew a gale.

There was no getting out for sitting on the beach, bathing, or rambling
about, and they were at close quarters in the cottages.

They whiled away the time with books, games, and conversation.

They were speaking of the residents of the island--their correct speech,
intelligence, uprightness, and honesty.

"I wonder if there was ever a crime committed here?" Elsie said, half
inquiringly. "And if there is a jail on the island?"

"Yes, mother," Edward answered; "there is a jail, but so little use for
it that they think it hardly worth while to keep it in decent repair. I
heard that a man was once put in for petty theft, and that after being
there a few days he sent word to the authorities that if they didn't
repair it so that the sheep couldn't break in on him, he wouldn't stay."

There was a general laugh; then Edward resumed: "There has been one
murder on the island, as I have been informed. A mulatto woman was the
criminal, a white woman the victim, the motive revenge; the colored
woman was in debt to the white one, who kept a little store, and,
enraged at repeated duns, went to her house and beat her over the head
with some heavy weapon--I think I was told a whale's tooth.

"The victim lingered for some little time, but eventually died of her
wounds, and the other was tried for murder.

"It is said the sheriff was extremely uneasy lest she should be found
guilty of murder in the first degree, and he should have the unpleasant
job of hanging her; but the verdict was manslaughter, the sentence
imprisonment for life.

"So she was consigned to jail, but very soon allowed to go out
occasionally to do a day's work."

"Oh, Uncle Edward, is she alive now?" Gracie asked, with a look of

"Yes, I am told she is disabled by disease, and lives in the poorhouse.
But you need not be frightened, little girlie; she is not at all likely
to come to 'Sconset, and if she does we will take good care that she is
not allowed to harm you."

"And I don't suppose she'd want to either, unless we had done something
to make her angry," said Lulu.

"But we are going to Nantucket Town to stay a while when we leave
'Sconset," remarked Grace uneasily.

"But that woman will not come near you, daughter; you need, not have the
least fear of it," the captain said, drawing his little girl to his knee
with a tender caress.

"Ah," said Mr. Dinsmore, "I heard the other day of a curiosity at
Nantucket which we must try to see while there. I think the story
connected with it will particularly interest you ladies and the little

"Oh, grandpa, tell it!" cried Rosie; "please do; a story is just what we
want this dull day."

The others joined in the request, and Mr. Dinsmore kindly complied, all
gathering closely about him, anxious to catch every word.

"The story is this: Nearly a hundred years ago there lived in Nantucket
a sea-captain named Coffin, who had a little daughter of whom he was
very fond."

Gracie glanced up smilingly into her father's face and nestled closer to

"Just as I am of mine," said his answering look and smile as he drew
her closer still.

But Mr. Dinsmore's story was going on.

"It was Captain Coffin's custom to bring home some very desirable gift
to his little girl whenever he returned from a voyage. At one time, when
about to sail for the other side of the Atlantic, he said to her that he
was determined on this voyage to find and bring home to her something
that no other little girl ever had or ever could have."

"Oh, grandpa, what could that be?" exclaimed little Walter.

"Wait a moment and you shall hear," was the reply.

"What the captain brought on coming back was a wax baby, a very
life-like representation of an infant six months old. He said it was a
wax cast of the Dauphin of France, that poor unfortunate son of Louis
XVI. and Marie Antoinette; that he had found it in a convent, and paid
for it a sum of money so enormous that he would never tell any one, not
even his wife, how large it was."

"But it isn't in existence now, at this late day, surely?" Mrs. Dinsmore
remarked inquiringly, as her husband paused in his narrative.

"It is claimed that it is by those who have such a thing in possession,
and I presume they tell the truth. It has always been preserved with
extreme care as a great curiosity.

"The little girl to whom it was given by her father lived to grow up,
but has been dead many years. Shortly before her death she gave it to a
friend, and it has been in that family for over forty years."

"And is it on exhibition, papa?" asked Elsie.

"Only to such as are fortunate enough to get an introduction to the lady
owner through some friend of hers; so I understand; but photographs have
been taken and are for sale in the stores."

"Oh, I hope we will get to see it!" exclaimed Lulu eagerly.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'm bound to manage it somehow," said Betty.

"How much I should like to know what was really the true story of that
poor unfortunate child," said Elsie, reflectively, and sighing as she

"It--like the story of the Man in the Iron Mask--is a mystery that will
never be satisfactorily cleared up until the Judgment Day," remarked her

"Oh, do tell us about it," the children cried in eager chorus.

"All of you older ones have certainly some knowledge of the French
Revolution, in which Louis XVI. and his beautiful queen lost their
lives?" Mr. Dinsmore said, glancing about upon his grandchildren; "and
have not forgotten that two children survived them--one sometimes called
Louis XVII., as his father's lawful successor to the throne, and a
daughter older than the boy.

"These children remained in the hands of their cruel foes for some time
after the beheading of their royal parents. The girl was finally
restored to her mother's relatives, the royal family of Austria; but the
boy, who was most inhumanly treated by his jailer, was supposed to have
died in consequence of that brutal abuse, having first been reduced by
it to a state of extreme bodily and mental weakness.

"That story (of the death of the poor little dauphin, I mean, not
of the cruel treatment to which he was subjected) has, however, been
contradicted by another; and I suppose it will never be made certain in
this world which was the true account.

"The dauphin was born in 1785, his parents were beheaded in 1793; so
that he must have been about eight years old at the time of their death.

"In 1795 a French man and woman, directly from France, appeared in
Albany, New York, having in charge a girl and boy; the latter about
nine years old, and feeble in body and mind.

"The woman had also a number of articles of dress which she said had
belonged to Marie Antoinette, who had given them to her on the scaffold.

"That same year two Frenchmen came to Ticonderoga, visited the Indians
in that vicinity, and placed with them such a boy as the one seen at
Albany--of the same age, condition of mind and body, etc.

"He was adopted by an Iroquois chief named Williams, and given the name
of Eleazer Williams.

"He gradually recovered his health, and at length the shock of a sudden
fall into the lake so far restored his memory that he recollected some
scenes in his early life in the palaces of France. One thing he recalled
was being with a richly dressed lady whom he addressed as 'mamma.'

"Some time later--I cannot now recall the exact date--a Frenchman died
in New Orleans (Beranger was his name), who confessed on his death-bed
that he had brought the dauphin to this country and placed him with the
Indians of Northern New York. He stated that he had taken an oath of
secrecy, for the protection of the lad, but could not die without
confessing the truth."

"I'm inclined to think the story of the dauphin's death in France was
not true," remarked Betty.

"Didn't Beranger's confession arouse inquiry, grandpa?" asked Zoe. "And
did Eleazer Williams hear of it?"

"I think I may say yes to both your queries," Mr. Dinsmore answered.
"Eleazer's story was published in the newspapers some years ago, and I
remember he was spoken of as a very good Christian man, a missionary
among the Indians; it was brought out in book form also under the title
'The Lost Prince: A Life of Eleazer Williams.'

"Eleazer himself stated that in 1848 he had an interview, on board a
steamer from Buffalo, with the Prince de Joinville, who then told him he
was the son of Louis XVI. and Marie Antoinette, and tried to induce him
to sign away his right to the throne of France, and that he refused to
do so.

"In his published statement he said he thought the Prince would not deny
having made that communication. But the Prince did deny that, though he
acknowledged that the interview had taken place."

"Did Eleazer ever try to get the throne, grandpa?" asked Max.

"No, he never urged his claim; and I dare say was happier as an obscure
Indian missionary than he would have been as King of France. He died at
the age of seventy."

"Poor Marie Antoinette!" sighed Elsie; "I never could read her story
without tears, and the very thought of her sorrows and sufferings makes
my heart ache."

"I don't think I ever read it," said Zoe, "though I have a general idea
what it was."

"We have Abbott's life of her at Ion," said Elsie. "I'll get it for you
when we go home."

Harold stepped to the window. "It is raining very little now, if at
all," he said, "and the sea must be in a fine rage; let us go and have a
look at it"

"Oh, yes, let's go!" cried Betty, springing to her feet; "but I'm afraid
we've missed the finest of it, for the wind isn't blowing half so hard
as it was an hour ago."

"Don't be discouraged," said Captain Raymond, sportively; "the waves are
often higher than ever after the wind has subsided."

"Oh, papa, may I go too?" Grace said, in a pleading tone.

"Yes; if you put on your waterproof cloak and overshoes it will not hurt
you to be out for a short time," answered the indulgent father. "Lulu,
don't go without yours."

All were eager for the sight; there was a moment of hasty preparation,
and they trooped out and stood upon the edge of the high bank at the
back of their cottages gazing upon the sea in its, to most of them, new
and terrible aspect; from shore to horizon it was one mass of seething,
boiling waters; far out in the distance the huge waves reared their
great foam-crested fronts and rushed furiously toward the shore, rapidly
chasing each other in till with a tremendous crash and roar they broke
upon the beach, sending up showers of spray, and depositing great flakes
of foam which the wind sent scudding over the sand; and each, as it
retreated, was instantly followed by another and another in unbroken,
endless succession.

Half a mile or more south of 'Sconset there is a shoal (locally called
"the rips") where wind and tide occasionally, coming in opposition,
cause a fierce battle of the waves, a sight well worth a good deal of
exertion to behold.

"Wind and tide are having it out on the rips," the captain presently
remarked. "Let us go down to the beach and get the best view we can of
the conflict."

"Papa, may we go too?" asked Lulu, as the older people hastily made a
move toward the stairway that led to the beach; "oh, do please let us!"

Grace did not speak, but her eyes lifted to his, pleaded as earnestly as
Lulu's tongue. He hesitated for an instant, then stooped, took Grace in
his arms, and saying to Lulu, "Yes, come along; it is too grand a sight
for me to let you miss it," hurried after the others.

Violet had not come out with the rest, her attention being taken up
with her babe just at that time, and he would give her the sight
afterward on taking the children in.

On they went over the wet sands--Mr. Dinsmore and his wife, Edward and
his, Betty holding on to Harold's arm, Rose and Walter helped along by
Herbert and Bob.

To Max Raymond's great content and a little to the discomfiture of her
sons, who so delighted in waiting upon and in every way caring for her,
Elsie had chosen him for her companion and escort, and with Lulu they
hastened after the others and just ahead of the captain and Grace, who
brought up the rear.

The thunder of the surf prevented any attempt at conversation, but now
and then there was a little scream, ending with a shout of laughter from
one or another of the feminine part of the procession, as they were
overtaken by the edge of a wave and their shoes filled with the foam,
their skirts wetted by it. Not a very serious matter, as all had learned
ere this, as salt water does not cause one to take cold.

Arrived at the spot from where the very best view of the conflict could
be had, they stood long gazing upon it, awestruck and fascinated by the
terrific grandeur of the scene. I can best describe it in the words of a
fellow-author far more gifted in that line than I.

"Yonder comes shoreward a great wave, towering above all its brethren.
Onward it comes, swift as a race-horse, graceful as a great ship,
bearing right down upon us. It strikes 'The Rips,' and is there itself
struck by a wave approaching from another direction. The two converge in
their advance, and are dashed together--embrace each other like two
angry giants, each striving to mount upon the shoulder of the other and
crush its antagonist with its ponderous bulk. Swift as thought they
mount higher and higher, in fierce, mad struggle, until their force is
expended; their tops quiver, tremble, and burst into one great mass of
white, gleaming foam; and the whole body of the united wave, with a
mighty bound, hurls itself upon the shore and is broken into a flood of
seething waters--crushed to death in its own fury.

"All over the shoal the waves leap up in pinnacles, in volcanic points,
sharp as stalagmites, and in this form run hither and yon in all
possible directions, colliding with and crashing against others of equal
fury and greatness--a very carnival of wild and drunken waves; the
waters hurled upward in huge masses of white. Sometimes they unite more
gently, and together sweep grandly and gracefully along parallel with
the shore; and the cavernous hollows stretch out from the shore so that
you look into the trough of the sea and realize what a terrible depth
it is. The roar, meanwhile, is horrible. You are stunned by it as by the
roar of a great waterfall. You see a wave of unusual magnitude rolling
in from far beyond the wild revelry of waters on 'The Rips.' It leaps
into the arena as if fresh and eager for the fray, clutches another
Bacchanal like itself, and the two towering floods rush swiftly toward
the shore. Instinctively you run backward to escape what seems an
impending destruction. Very likely a sheet of foam is dashed all around
you, shoe-deep, but you are safe--only the foam hisses away in impotent
rage. The sea has its bounds; 'hitherto shalt thou come, but no

[Footnote A: A. Judd Northrup, in "Sconset Cottage Life."]


  She is peevish, sullen, froward,
Proud, disobedient, stubborn, lacking duty;
Neither regarding that she is my child,
Nor fearing me as If I were her father.


A day or two of bright, breezy weather had succeeded the storm, and
another "squantum" had been arranged for; it was to be a more
pretentious affair than the former one, other summer visitors uniting
with our party; and a different spot had been selected for it.

By Violet's direction the maid had laid out, the night before, the
dresses the two little girls were to wear to the picnic, and they
appeared at the breakfast-table already attired in them; for the start
was to be made shortly after the conclusion of the meal.

The material of the dresses was fine, they were neatly fitting and
prettily trimmed, but rather dark in color and with high necks and long
sleeves; altogether suitable for the occasion, and far from unbecoming;
indeed, as the captain glanced at the two neat little figures, seated
one on each side of him, he felt the risings of fatherly pride in their
attractiveness of appearance.

And even exacting, discontented Lulu was well enough pleased with her
mamma's choice for her till, upon leaving the table and running out for
a moment into the street to see if the carriages were in sight, she came
upon a girl about her own age, who was to be of the company, very gayly
apparelled in thin white tarletan and pink ribbons,

"Good-morning, Sadie," said Lulu. "What a nice day for the 'squantum,'
isn't it?"

"Yes; and it's most time to start, and you're not dressed yet, are you?"
glancing a trifle scornfully from her own gay plumage to Lulu's plainer

The latter flushed hotly but made no reply. "I don't see anything of the
carriages yet," was all she said; then darting into the cottage occupied
by their family, she rushed to her trunk, and throwing it open, hastily
took from it a white muslin, coral ribbons and sash, and with headlong
speed tore off her plain colored dress and arrayed herself in them.

She would not have had time but for an unexpected delay in the arrival
of the carriage which was to convey her parents, brother and sister and
herself to the "squantum" ground.

As it was, she came rushing out at almost the last moment, just as the
captain was handing his wife into the vehicle.

Max met her before she had reached the outer door. "Lu, Mamma Vi says
you will need a wrap before we get back; probably even going, and you're
to bring one along."

"I sha'n't need any such thing! and I'm not going to be bothered with
it!" cried Lulu, in a tone of angry impatience, hurrying on toward the
entrance as she spoke.

"Whew! what have you been doing to yourself?" exclaimed Max, suddenly
noting the change of attire, while Grace, standing in the doorway,
turned toward them with a simultaneous exclamation, "Why, Lulu--" then
broke off, lost in astonishment at her sister's audacity.

"Hush, both of you! can't you keep quiet?" snapped Lulu, turning from
one to the other; then as her father's tall form darkened the doorway,
and a glance up into his face showed her that it was very grave and
stern, she shrank back abashed, frightened by the sudden conviction that
he had overheard her impertinent reply to her mamma's message, and
perhaps noticed the change in her dress.

He regarded her for a moment in silence, while she hung her head in
shame and affright; then he spoke in tones of grave displeasure, "You
will stay at home to-day, Lulu; we have no room for disrespectful,
disobedient children--"

"Papa," she interrupted, half pleadingly, half angrily, "I haven't been
disobedient or disrespectful to you."

"It is quite the same," he said; "I require you to be obedient and
respectful to your mamma; and impertinence to her is something I will by
no means allow or fail to punish whenever I know of it. Sorry as I am to
deprive you of an anticipated pleasure, I repeat that you must stay at
home; and go immediately to your room and resume the dress she directed
you to wear to-day."

So saying he took Grace's hand and led her to the carriage, Max
following after one regretful look at Lulu's sorely disappointed face.

Grace, clinging about her father's neck as he lifted her up, pleaded for
her sister. "Oh, papa, do please let her go; she hasn't been naughty for
a long while, and I'm sure she's sorry and will be good."

"Hush, hush, darling!" he said, wiping the tears from her eyes, then
placing her by Violet's side.

"What is wrong?" inquired the latter with concern; "is Gracie not
feeling well?"

"Never mind, my love," the captain answered, assuming a cheerful tone;
"there is nothing wrong except that Lulu has displeased me, and I have
told her she cannot go with us to-day."

"Oh, I am sorry!" Violet said, looking really pained; "we shall all miss
her. I should be glad, Levis, if you could forgive her, for--"

"No, do not ask it," he said hastily; adding, with a smile of ardent
affection into the azure eyes gazing so pleadingly into his; "I can
scarcely bear to say no to you, dearest, but I have passed sentence upon
the offender and cannot revoke it."

The carriage drove off; the others had already gone, and Lulu was left
alone in the house, the one maid-servant left behind having already
wandered off to the beach.

"There!" cried Lulu, stamping her foot with passion, then dropping into
a chair, "I say it's just too bad! She isn't old enough to be my mother,
and I won't have her for one; I sha'n't mind her! Papa had no business
to marry her. He hardly cares for anybody else now, and he ought to love
me better than he does her; for she isn't a bit of relation to him,
while I'm his own child.

"And I sha'n't wear dowdy, old-womanish dresses to please her, along
with other girls of my size that are dressed up in their best. I'd
rather stay at home than be mortified that way, and I just wish I had
told him so."

She was in so rebellious a mood that instead of at once changing her
dress in obedience to her father's command, she presently rose from her
chair, walked out at the front door and paraded through the village
streets in her finery, saying to herself, "I'll let people see that I
have some decent clothes to wear."

Returning after a little, she was much surprised to find Betty Johnson
stretched full length on a lounge with a paper-covered novel in her
hand, which she seemed to be devouring with great avidity.

"Why, Betty!" she exclaimed, "are you here? I thought you went with the
rest to the 'squantum.'"

"Just what I thought in regard to your highness," returned Betty,
glancing up from her book with a laugh. "I stayed at home to enjoy my
book and the bath. What kept you?"

"Papa," answered Lulu with a frown; "he wouldn't let me go."

"Because you put on that dress, I presume," laughed Betty. "Well, it's
not very suitable, that's a fact. But I had no idea that the captain was
such a connoisseur in matters of that sort."

"He isn't! he doesn't know or care if it wasn't for Mamma Vi," burst out
Lulu vehemently. "And she's no business to dictate about my dress
either. I'm old enough to judge and decide for myself."

"Really, it is a great pity that one so wise should be compelled to
submit to dictation," observed Betty with exasperating irony.

Lulu, returning a furious look, which her tormentor feigned not to see,
then marching into the adjoining room, gave tardy obedience to her
father's orders anent the dress.

"Are you going in this morning?" asked Betty, when Lulu had returned to
the little parlor.

"I don't know; papa didn't say whether I might or not."

"Then I should take the benefit of the doubt and follow my own
inclination in the matter. It's ten now; the bathing hour is eleven; I
shall be done my book by that time, and we'll go in together if you

"I'll see about it," Lulu said, walking away.

She went down to the beach and easily whiled away an hour watching the
waves and the people, and digging in the sand. When she saw the others
going to the bath-houses she hastened back to her temporary home.

As she entered Betty was tossing aside her book. "So here you are!" she
said, yawning and stretching herself. "Are you going in?"

"Yes; if papa is angry I'll tell him he should have forbidden me if he
didn't want me to do it."

They donned their bathing-suits and went in with the crowd; but though
no mishap befell them and they came out safely again, Lulu found that
for some reason her bath was not half so enjoyable as usual.

She and Betty dined at the hotel where the family had frequently taken
their meals, then they strolled down to the beach and seated themselves
on a bench under an awning.

After a while Betty proposed taking a walk.

"Where to?" asked Lulu.

"To Sankaty Lighthouse."

"Well, I'm agreed; it's a nice walk; you can look out over the sea all
the way," said Lulu, getting up. But a sudden thought seemed to strike
her; she paused and hesitated.

"Well, what's the matter?" queried Betty.

"Nothing; only papa told me I was to stay at home to-day."

"Oh, nonsense! what a little goose!" exclaimed Betty; "of course that
only meant you were not to go to the 'squantum'; so come along."

Lulu was by no means sure that that was really all her father meant, but
she wanted the walk, so suffered herself to be persuaded, and they went.

Betty had been a wild, ungovernable girl at school, glorying in
contempt for rules and daring "larks." She had not improved in that
respect, and so far from being properly ashamed of her wild pranks and
sometimes really disgraceful frolics, liked to describe them, and was
charmed to find in Lulu a deeply interested listener.

It was thus they amused themselves as they strolled slowly along the
bluff toward Sankaty.

When they reached there a number of carriages were standing about near
the entrance, several visitors were in the tower, and others were
waiting their turn.

"Let us go up too," Betty said to her little companion; "the view must
be finer to-day than it was when we were here before, for the atmosphere
is clearer."

"I'm afraid papa wouldn't like me to," objected Lulu; "he seemed to
think the other time that I needed him to take care of me," she added
with a laugh, as if it were quite absurd that one so old and wise as
herself should be supposed to need such protection.

"Pooh!" said Betty, "don't be a baby; I can take care of myself and you
too. Come, I'm going up and round outside too; and I dare you to do the

Poor proud Lulu was one of the silly people who are not brave enough to
refuse to do a wrong or unwise thing if anybody dares them to do it.

"I'm not a bit afraid, Miss Johnson; you need not think that," she
said, bridling; "and I can take care of myself. I'll go."

"Come on then; we'll follow close behind that gentleman, and the keeper
won't suppose we are alone," returned Betty, leading the way.

Lulu found the steep stairs very hard to climb without the help of her
father's hand, and reached the top quite out of breath.

Betty too was panting. But they presently recovered themselves. Betty
stepped outside just behind the gentleman who had preceded them up the
stairs, and Lulu climbed quickly after her, frightened enough at the
perilous undertaking, yet determined to prove that she was equal to it.

But she had advanced only a few steps when a sudden rush of wind caught
her skirts and nearly took her off her feet.

Both she and Betty uttered a cry of affright, and at the same instant
Lulu felt herself seized from behind and dragged forcibly back and
within the window from which she had just emerged.

It was the face of a stranger that met her gaze as she looked up with
frightened eyes.

"Child," he said, "that was a narrow escape; don't try it again. Where
are your parents or guardians, that you were permitted to step out there
with no one to take care of you?"

Lulu blushed and hung her head in silence. Betty, who had followed her
in as fast as she could, generously took all the blame upon herself.

"Don't scold her, sir," she said; "it was all my doing. I brought her
here without the knowledge of her parents, and dared her to go out

"You did?" he exclaimed, turning a severe look upon the young girl (he
was a middle-aged man of stern aspect). "Suppose I had not been near
enough to catch her, and she had been precipitated to the ground from
that great height--how would you have felt?"

"I could never have forgiven myself or had another happy moment while I
lived," Betty said, in half tremulous tones, "I can never thank you
enough, sir, for saving her," she added, warmly.

"No, nor I," said the keeper. "I should always have felt that I was to
blame for letting her go out; but you were close behind, sir, and the
other gentleman before, and I took you to be all one party, and of
course thought you would take care of the little girl."

"She has had quite a severe shock," the gentleman remarked, again
looking at Lulu, who was very pale and trembling like a leaf. "You had
better wait and let me help you down the stairs. I shall be ready in a
very few moments."

Betty thanked him and said they would wait.

While they did so she tried to jest and laugh with Lulu; but the little
girl was in no mood for such things; she felt sick and dizzy at the
thought of the danger she had escaped but a moment ago. She made no
reply to Betty's remarks, and indeed seemed scarcely to hear them.

She was quite silent, too, while being helped down the stairs by the
kind stranger, but thanked him prettily as they separated.

"You are heartily welcome," he said; "but if you will take my advice you
will never go needlessly into such danger again."

With that he shook hands with her, bowed to Betty, and moved away.

"Will you go in and rest awhile, Lu?" asked Betty.

"No, thank you; I'm not tired; and I'd rather be close by the sea. Tell
me another of your stories, won't you? to help me forget how near I came
to falling."

Betty good-naturedly complied, but found Lulu a less interested listener
than before.

The "squantum" party were late in returning, and when they arrived Betty
and Lulu were in bed; but the door between the room where Lulu lay and
the parlor, or sitting-room, as it was indifferently called, was ajar,
and she could hear all that was said there.

"Where is Lulu?" her father asked of the maid-servant who had been left

"Gone to bed, sir," was the answer.

Then the captain stepped to the chamber door, pushed it wider open, and
came to the bedside.

Lulu pretended to be asleep, keeping her eyes tight shut, but all the
time feeling that he was standing there and looking down at her.

He sighed slightly, turned away, and went from the room; then she buried
her face in the pillows and cried softly but quite bitterly.

"He might have kissed me," she said to herself; "he would if he loved me
as much as he used to before he got married."

Then his sigh seemed to echo in her heart, and she grew remorseful over
the thought that her misconduct had grieved as well as displeased him.

And how much more grieved and displeased he would be if he knew how she
had disregarded his wishes and commands during his absence that day!

And soon he would be ordered away again, perhaps to the other side of
the world; in danger from the treacherous deep and maybe from savages,
too, in some of those far-away places where his vessel would touch; and
so the separation might be for years or forever in this world; and if
she continued to be the bad girl she could not help acknowledging to
herself she now was, how dared she hope to be with her Christian father
in another life? She had no doubt that he was a Christian; it was
evident from his daily walk and conversation; and she was equally
certain that she herself was not.

And what a kind, affectionate father he had always been to her; she grew
more and more remorseful as she thought of it; and if he had been beside
her at that moment would certainly have confessed all the wrong-doing of
the day and asked forgiveness.

But he was probably in bed now; all was darkness and silence in the
house; so she lay still, and presently forgot all vexing thought in
sound, refreshing sleep.

When she awoke again the morning sun was shining brightly, and her mood
had changed.

The wrong-doings of the previous day were the merest trifles, and it
would really be quite ridiculous to go and confess them to her father;
she supposed, indeed was quite sure, that ha would be better pleased
with her if she made some acknowledgment of sorrow for the fault for
which he had punished her; but the very thought of doing so was so
galling to her pride that she was stubbornly determined not to do
anything of the kind.

She was thinking it all over while dressing, and trying hard to believe
herself a very ill-used, instead of naughty, child. It was a burning
shame that she had been scolded and left behind for such a trifling
fault; but she would let "papa" and everybody else see that she didn't
care; she wouldn't ask one word about what kind of a time they had had
(she hoped it hadn't been so very nice); and she would show papa, too,
that she could do very well without caresses and endearments from him.

Glancing from the window, she saw him out on the bluff back of the
cottage; but though her toilet was now finished, she did not, as usual,
run out to put her hand in his, and with a glad good-morning hold up her
face for a kiss.

She went quietly to the dooryard looking upon the village street, and
peeped into the window of the room where Grace was dressing with a
little help from Agnes, their mamma's maid.

"Oh, Lu, good-morning," cried the little girl. "I was so sorry you
weren't with us yesterday at the 'squantum;' we had ever such a nice
time; only I missed you very much."

"Your sympathy was wasted, Grace," returned Lulu, with a grand air. "I
had a very pleasant time at home."

"Dar now, you's done finished, Miss Gracie," said Agnes, turning to
leave the room; then she laughed to herself as she went, "Miss Lu she
needn't think she don't 'ceive nobody wid dem grand airs ob hers; 'spect
we all knows she been glad nuff to go ef de cap'n didn't tole her she
got for to stay behin'."

Grace ran out and joined her sister at the door. "Oh, Lu, you would have
enjoyed it if you had been with us," she said, embracing her. "But we
are going to have a drive this morning. We're to start as soon as
breakfast is over, and only come back in time for the bath; and papa
says you can go too if you want to, and are a good girl; and you--"

"I don't want to," said Lulu, with a cold, offended air. "I like to be
by myself on the beach; I enjoyed it very much yesterday, and shall
enjoy it to-day; I don't need anybody's company."

Her conscience gave her a twinge as she spoke, reminding her that she
had passed but little of her day alone on the beach.

Grace gazed at her with wide-open eyes, lost in astonishment at her
strange mood; but hearing their father's step within the house, turned
about and ran to meet him and claim her morning kiss.

"Where is your sister?" he asked when he had given it.

"The little one is asleep, papa," she answered gayly; "the other one is
at the door there."

He smiled. "Tell her to come in," he said; "we are going to have

Lulu obeyed the summons, but took a seat near the door, without so much
as glancing toward her father.

When the short service was over Grace seated herself upon his knee, and
Max stood close beside him, both laughing and talking right merrily; but
Lulu sat where she was, gazing in moody silence into the street.

At length, in a pause in the talk, the captain said, in a kindly tone,
"One of my little girls seems to have forgotten to bid me good-morning."

"Good-morning, papa," muttered Lulu, sullenly, her face still averted.

"Good-morning, Lucilla," he said; and she knew by his tone and use of
her full name that he was by no means pleased with her behavior.

At that moment they were summoned to breakfast.

Lulu took her place with the others and ate in silence, scarce lifting
her eyes from her plate, while everybody else was full of cheerful chat.

A carriage was at the door when they left the table.

"Make haste, children," the captain said, "so that we may have time for
a long drive before the bathing hour."

Max and Grace moved promptly to obey, but Lulu stood still.

"I spoke to you, Lulu, as well as to the others," her father said, in
his usual kindly tone; "you may go with us, if you wish."

"I don't care to, papa," she answered, turning away.

"Very well, I shall not compel you; you may do just as you please about
it," he returned. "Stay at home if you prefer it. You may go down to the
beach if you choose, but nowhere else."

"Yes, sir," she muttered, and walked out of the room, wondering in a
half-frightened way if he knew or suspected where she had been the day

In fact, he did neither; he believed Lulu a more obedient child than she
was, and had no idea that she had not done exactly as he bade her.

This time she was so far obedient that she went nowhere except to the
beach, but while wandering about there she was nursing unkind and
rebellious thoughts and feelings; trying hard to convince herself that
her father loved her less than he did his other children, and was more
inclined to be severe with her than with them. In her heart of hearts
she believed no such thing, but pretending to herself that she did, she
continued her unlovely behavior all that day and the next, sulking
alone most of the time; doing whatever she was bidden, but with a sullen
air, seldom speaking unless she was spoken to, never hanging lovingly
about her father, as had been her wont, but rather seeming to avoid
being near him whenever she could.

It pained him deeply to see her indulging so evil a temper, but he
thought best to appear not to notice it. He did not offer her the
caresses she evidently tried to avoid, and seldom addressed her; but
when he did speak to her it was in his accustomed kind, fatherly tones,
and it was her own fault if she did not share in every pleasure provided
for the others.

In the afternoon of the second day they were all gathered upon the beach
as usual, when a young girl, who seemed to be a new-comer in 'Sconset,
drew near and accosted Betty as an old acquaintance.

"Why, Anna Eastman, who would have expected to see you here?" cried
Betty, in accents of pleased surprise, springing up to embrace the

Then she introduced her to Elsie, Violet, and Captain Raymond, who
happened to be sitting near, as an old school friend.

"And you didn't know I was on the island?" remarked Miss Eastman
laughingly to Betty, when the introductions were over.

"I hadn't the least idea of it. When did you arrive?"

"Several days since--last Monday; and this is Friday. By the way, I saw
you on Tuesday, though you did not see me."

"How and where?" asked Betty in surprise, not remembering at the moment
how she had spent that day.

"At Sankaty Lighthouse; I was in a carriage out on the green in front of
the lighthouse, and saw you and that little girl yonder (nodding in
Lulu's direction) come out on the top of the tower; then a puff of wind
took the child's skirts, and I fairly screamed with fright, expecting to
see her fall and be crushed to death; but somebody jerked her back
within the window just in time to save her. Weren't you terribly
frightened, dear?" she asked, addressing Lulu.

"Of course I was," Lulu answered in an ungracious tone; then rose and
sauntered away along the beach. "What did she tell it for, hateful
thing!" she muttered to herself; "now papa knows it, and what will he
say and do to me?"

She had not ventured to look at him; if she had she would have seen his
face grow suddenly pale, then assume an expression of mingled sternness
and pain.

He presently rose and followed her, though she did not know it till he
had reached her side and she felt him take her hand in his. He sat
down, making her sit by his side.

"Is this true that I hear of you, Lulu?" he asked.

"Yes, papa," she answered in a low, unwilling tone, hanging her head as
she spoke, for she dared not look him in the face.

"I did not think one of my children would be so disobedient," he said,
in pained accents.

"Papa, you never said I shouldn't go to Sankaty Lighthouse," she

"I never gave you leave to go, and I have told you positively, more than
once, that you must not go to any distance from the house without
express permission. Also I am sure you could not help understanding,
from what was said when I took you to the lighthouse, that I would be
very far from willing that you should go up into the tower, and
especially outside, unless I were with you to take care of you. Besides,
what were my orders to you just as I was leaving the house that

"You told me to change my dress immediately and to stay at home."

"Did you obey the first order?"

Lulu was silent for a moment; then as her father was evidently waiting
for an answer, she muttered, "I changed my dress after a while."

"That was not obeying; I told you to do it immediately," he said in a
tone of severity, "What did you do in the mean time?"

"I don't want to tell you," she muttered.

"You must; and you are not to say you don't want to do what I bid you.
What were you doing?"

"Walking round the town."

"Breaking two of your father's commands at once. What next? give me a
full account of the manner in which you spent the day."

"I came in soon and changed my dress; then went to the beach till the
bathing hour; then Betty and I went in together; then we had our dinner
at the hotel and came back to the beach for a little while; then we went
to Sankaty."

"Filling up the whole day with repeated acts of disobedience," he said.

"Papa, you didn't say I mustn't go in to bathe, or that I shouldn't take
a walk."

"I told you to stay at home, and you disobeyed that order again and
again. And you have been behaving very badly ever since, showing a most
unamiable temper. I have overlooked it, hoping to see a change for the
better in your conduct without my resorting to punishment; but I think
the time has now come when I must try that with you."

He paused for some moments. Wondering at his silence, she at length
ventured a timid look up into his face.

It was so full of pain and distress that her heart smote her, and she
was seized with a sudden fury at herself as the guilty cause of his

"Lulu," he said, with a sigh that was almost a groan, "what am I to do
with you?"

"Whip me, papa," she burst out; "I deserve it. You've never tried that
yet, and maybe it would make me a better girl, I almost wish you would,
papa," she went on in her vehement way; "I could beat myself for being
so bad and hurting you so."

He made no answer to that, but presently said in moved tones, "What if I
had come back that night to find the dear little daughter I had left a
few hours before in full health and strength, lying a crushed and
mangled corpse? killed without a moment's time to repent of her
disobedience to her father's known wishes and commands? Could I have
hoped to have you restored to me even in another world, my child?"

"No, papa," she said, half under her breath; "I know I wasn't fit to go
to heaven, and that I'm not fit now; but would you have been really very
sorry to lose such a bad, troublesome child?"

"Knowing that, as you yourself acknowledge, you were not fit for
heaven, it would have been the heaviest blow I have ever had," he said.
"My daughter, you are fully capable of understanding the way of
salvation, therefore are an accountable being, and, so long as you
neglect it, in danger of eternal death. I shall never be easy about you
till I have good reason to believe that you have given your heart to the
Lord Jesus, and devoted yourself entirely to His blessed service."

He ceased speaking, gave her a few moments for silent reflection, then
setting her on her feet, rose, took her hand, and led her back toward
the village.

"Are you going to punish me, papa?" she asked presently, in a
half-frightened tone.

"I shall take that matter into consideration," was all he said, and she
knew from his grave accents that she was in some danger of receiving
what she felt to be her deserts.


"The rod and reproof give wisdom: but a child left to himself bringeth
his mother to shame."--_Prov_. 29: 15.

Lulu hated suspense; it seemed to her worse than the worst certainty; so
when they had gone a few steps farther she said, hesitating and blushing
very deeply, "Papa, if you are going to punish me as--as I--said I 'most
wished you would, please don't let Mamma Vi or anybody know it, and--"

"Certainly not; it shall be a secret between our two selves," he said as
she broke off without finishing her sentence; "if we can manage it," he
added a little doubtfully.

"They all go down to the beach every evening, you know, papa," she
suggested in a timid, half-hesitating way, and trembling as she spoke.

"Yes, that would give us a chance; but I have not said positively that I
intend to punish you in that way."

"No, sir; but--oh, do please say certainly that you will or you won't."

The look he gave her as she raised her eyes half fearfully to his face
was very kind and affectionate, though grave and judicial. "I am not
angry with you," he said, "in the sense of being in a passion or out of
patience--not in the least; but I feel it to be my duty to do all I
possibly can to help you to be a better child, and noticing, as I have
said, for the last two or three days what a wilful, wicked temper you
were indulging, I have been considering very seriously whether I ought
not to try the very remedy you have yourself suggested, and I am afraid
I ought indeed. Do you still think, as you told me a while ago, that
this sort of punishment might be a help to you in trying to be good?"

Lulu hesitated a moment, then said impetuously, and as if determined to
own the truth though it were to pass sentence upon herself, "Yes, papa,
honestly I do; though I don't want you to do it one bit. But," she
added, "I sha'n't love you any less if you whip me ever so hard, because
I shall know you don't like to do it, and wouldn't except for the reason
you've given."

"No, indeed, I should not," he said; "but you are to stay behind
to-night when the others go to the beach."

"Yes, papa, I will," she answered submissively, but with a perceptible
tremble in her voice.

Grace and Max were coming to meet them, so there was no opportunity to
talk any more on the subject, and she walked on in silence by her
father's side, trying hard to act and look as if nothing was amiss with
her, clinging fast to the hand in which he had taken hers, while Grace
took possession of the other.

"You ought to have three hands, papa," laughed Max a little ruefully.

"Four," corrected Grace; "for some day little Elsie will be wanting

"I shall have to manage it by taking you in turn," the captain said,
looking down upon them with a fatherly smile.

Violet and some of the other members of their party were still seated
where they had left them on the benches under the awning just out of
reach of the waves, and thither the captain and his children bent their

Sitting down by his wife's side, he drew Grace to his knee and Lulu
close to his other side, keeping an arm round each while chatting
pleasantly with his family and friends.

Lulu was very silent, constantly asking herself, and with no little
uneasiness, what he really intended to do with her when, according to
his direction, she should stay behind with him after tea while the
others returned to the beach.

One thing she was determined on--that she would if possible obey the
order without attracting any one's notice. Everybody must have seen how
badly she had been behaving, but the thought of that was not half so
galling to her pride as the danger of suspicion being aroused that
punishment had been meted out to her on account of it.

Max watched her curiously, and took an opportunity, on their return to
the house, to say privately to her, "I'm glad you've turned over a new
leaf, Lu, and begun to behave decently to papa; I've wondered over and
over again in the last few days that he didn't take you in hand in a way
to convince you that he wasn't to be trifled with. It's my opinion that
if you'd been a boy you'd have got a trouncing long before this."

"Indeed!" she cried, with an angry toss of her head; "I'm glad I'm not a
boy if I couldn't be one without using such vulgar words."

"Oh, that isn't such a very bad word," returned Max, laughing; "but I
can tell you, from sad experience, that the _thing_ is bad enough
sometimes; I'd be quaking in my shoes if I thought papa had any reason
to consider me deserving of one."

"I don't see what you mean by talking so to me," exclaimed Lulu,
passionately; "but I think you are a Pharisee--making yourself out so
much better than I am!"

The call to supper interrupted them just there, and perhaps saved them
from a down-right quarrel.

Lulu had no appetite for the meal, and it seemed to her that the others
would never have done eating; then that they lingered unusually long
about the house before starting for their accustomed evening
rendezvous--the beach; for she was on thorns all the time.

At last some one made a move, and catching a look from her father which
she alone saw or understood, she slipped unobserved into her bedroom and
waited there with a fast beating heart.

She heard him say to Violet, "Don't wait for me, my love; I have a
little matter to attend to here, and will follow you in the course of
half an hour."

"Anything I can help you with?" Violet asked.

"Oh, no, thank you," he said, "I need no assistance."

"A business letter to write, I presume," she returned laughingly. "Well,
don't make it too long, for I grudge every moment of your time."

With that she followed the others, and all was quiet except for the
captain's measured tread, for he was slowly pacing the room to and fro.

Impatient, impetuous Lulu did not know how to endure the suspense; she
seemed to herself like a criminal awaiting execution. Softly she opened
the door and stepped out in front of her father, stopping him in his

"Papa," she said, with pale, trembling lips, looking beseechingly up
into his face, "whatever you are going to do to me, won't you please do
it at once and let me have it over?"

He took her hand and, sitting down, drew her to his side, putting his
arm around her.

"My little daughter," he said very gravely, but not unkindly, "my
responsibility in regard to your training weighs very heavily on my
mind; it is plain to me that you will make either a very good and useful
woman, or one who will be a curse to herself and others; for you are too
energetic and impulsive, too full of strong feeling to be lukewarm and
indifferent in anything.

"You are forming your character now for time and for eternity, and I
must do whatever lies in my power to help you to form it aright; for
good and not for evil. You inherit a sinful nature from me, and have
very strong passions which must be conquered or they will prove your
ruin. I fear you do not see the great sinfulness of their indulgence,
and that it may be that I am partly to blame for that in having passed
too lightly over such exhibitions of them as have come under my notice:
in short, that perhaps if I had been more justly severe with your
faults you would have been more thoroughly convinced of their
heinousness and striven harder and with greater success to conquer them.

"Therefore, after much thought and deliberation, and much prayer for
guidance and direction, I have fully decided that I ought to punish you
severely for the repeated acts of disobedience you have been guilty of
in the last few days, and the constant exhibition of ill-temper.

"It pains me exceedingly to do it, but I must not consider my own
feelings where my dear child's best interests are concerned."

"Is it because I asked you to do it, papa?" she inquired. "I never
thought you would when I said it."

"No; I have been thinking seriously on the subject ever since you
behaved so badly the day of the 'squantum,' and had very nearly decided
the question just as I have fully decided it now. I know you are an
honest child, even when the truth is against you; tell me, do you not
yourself think that I am right?"

"Yes, sir," she answered, low and tremulously, after a moment's struggle
with herself. "Oh, please do it at once, so it will be over soon!"

"I will," he said, rising and leading her into the inner room; "you
shall not have the torture of anticipation a moment longer."

Though the punishment was severe beyond Lulu's worst anticipations, she
bore it without outcry or entreaty, feeling that she richly deserved it,
and determined that no one who might be within hearing should learn from
any sound she uttered what was going on. Tears and now and then a
half-suppressed sob were the only evidences of suffering that she
allowed herself to give.

Her father was astonished at her fortitude, and more than ever convinced
that she had in her the elements of a noble character.

The punishment over, he took her in his arms, laying her head against
his breast. Both were silent, her tears falling like rain.

At length, with a heart-broken sob, "You hurt me terribly, papa," she
said; "I didn't think you would ever want to hurt me so."

"I did not want to," he answered in moved tones; "it was sorely against
my inclination, I cannot tell you how gladly I should have borne twice
the pain for you if so I could have made you a good girl. I know you
have sometimes troubled yourself with foolish fears that you had less
than your fair share of my affection; but I have not a child that is
nearer or dearer to me than you are, my darling. I love you very much."

"I'm so glad, papa; I 'most wonder you can," she sobbed; "and I love
you dearly, dearly; I know I've not been acting like it lately, but I
do, and just as much now as before. Oh, papa, you don't know how hard it
is for me to be good!"

"I think I do," he said; "for I am naturally quite as bad as you are,
having a violent temper, which would most certainly have been my ruin
had I not been forced to learn to control it; indeed I fear it is from
me you get your temper.

"I had a good Christian mother," he went on, "who was very faithful in
her efforts to train her children up aright. My fits of passion gave her
great concern and anxiety. I can see now how troubled and distressed she
used to look.

"Usually she would shut me up in a room by myself until I had had time
to cool down, then come to me, talk very seriously and kindly of the
danger and sinfulness of such indulgence of temper, telling me there was
no knowing what dreadful deed I might some day be led to commit in my
fury, if I did not learn to rule my own spirit; and that therefore for
my own sake she must punish me to teach me self-control. She would then
chastise me, often quite severely, and leave me to myself again to
reflect upon the matter. Thus she finally succeeded in so convincing me
of the great guilt and danger of giving rein to my fiery temper and the
necessity of gaining the mastery over it, that I fought hard to do so,
and with God's help have, I think, gained the victory.

"It is the remembrance of all this, and how thankful I am to my mother
now for her faithfulness, that has determined me to be equally faithful
to my own dear little daughter, though unfortunately I lack the
opportunity for the same constant watchfulness over my children."

"Oh, papa, if you only could be with us all the time!" she sighed. "But
I never thought you had a temper. I've seen some people fly at their
naughty children in a great passion and beat them hard; I should think
if you had such a bad temper as you say, you'd have treated me so many a

"Very likely I should if your grandmother had not taught me to control
it," he said; "you may thank her that you have as good a father as you

"I think I have the best in the world," she said, putting her arm round
his neck; "and now that it's all over, papa, I'm glad you did punish me
just so hard; for I don't feel half so mean, because it seems as if I
have sort of paid for my naughtiness toward you."

"Yes, toward me; the account is settled between us; but remember that
you cannot so atone for your sin against God; nothing but the blood of
Christ can avail to blot out that account against you, and you must ask
to be forgiven for His sake alone. We will kneel down and ask it now."

Violet glanced again and again toward the cottages on the bluff,
wondering and a trifle impatient at her husband's long delay, but at
length saw him approaching, leading Lulu by the hand.

There was unusual gravity, amounting almost to sternness, in his face,
and Lulu's wore a more subdued expression than she had ever seen upon
it, while traces of tears were evident upon her cheeks,

"He has been talking very seriously to her in regard to the ill-temper
she has shown during the past few days," Violet said to herself. "Poor
wayward child! I hope she will take the lesson to heart, and give him
less trouble and anxiety in future."

He kept Lulu close at his side all the evening, and she seemed well
content to stay there, her head on his shoulder, his arm around her
waist, while she listened silently to the talk going on around her or to
the booming of the waves upon the beach not many yards away.

When it was time for the children to retire, he took her and Grace to
the house. At the door he bent down and kissed Grace good-night,
saying, "I shall not wait to see you in your bed, but shall come in to
look at you before I go to mine."

"May I have a kiss too, papa?" Lulu asked in a wishful, half-tremulous
voice, as though a trifle uncertain whether her request would be

"Yes, my dear little daughter, as many as you wish," he replied, taking
her in his arms and bestowing them with hearty good-will and affection.

"I'm sorry--oh, very sorry for all my naughtiness, papa," she whispered
in his ear while clinging about his neck.

"It is all forgiven now," he said, "and I trust will never be repeated."

Lulu was very good, submissive, and obedient during the remainder of her
father's stay among them.

She was greatly distressed when, two weeks later, orders came for him to
join his ship the following day. She clung to him with devoted,
remorseful affection and distress in prospect of the impending
separation, while he treated her with even more than his wonted
kindness, drawing her often caressingly to his knee, and his voice
taking on a very tender tone whenever he spoke to her.

It was in the evening he left them, for he was to drive over to
Nantucket Town and pass the night there in order to take the early boat
leaving for the mainland the next morning.

Mr. Dinsmore went with him, intending to go to Boston for a few days,
perhaps on to New York also, then return to Siasconset.

Harold, Herbert, Bob, and Max set out that same evening for their
camping ground; so that Mr. Edward Travilla was the only man of the
party left to take care of the women and children.

However, they would all have felt safe enough in that very quiet spot,
or anywhere on the island, without any such protection.

Lulu went to bed that night full of remorseful regret that through her
own wilfulness she had lost many hours of her father's prized society,
besides grieving and displeasing him.

Oh, if she could but go back and live the last few weeks over, how
differently she would behave! She would not give him the least cause to
be displeased with or troubled about her.

As often before, she felt a great disgust at herself, and a longing
desire to be good and gentle like Gracie, who never seemed to have the
slightest inclination to be quick-tempered or rebellious.

"She's so sweet and dear!" murmured Lulu half aloud, and reaching out a
hand to softly touch the little sister sleeping quietly by her side; "I
should think papa would love her ten times better than me; but he says
he doesn't, and he always tells the truth. I wish I'd been made like
Gracie; but I'm ever so glad he can love me in spite of all my badness.
Oh, I am determined to be good the next time he's at home, so that he
will enjoy his visit more. It was a burning shame in me to spoil this
one so; I'd like to beat you for it, Lulu Raymond, and I'm glad he
didn't let you escape."

Violet and her mother were passing the night together, and lying side by
side talked to each other in loving confidence of such things as lay
nearest their hearts. Naturally Vi's thoughts were full of the husband
from whom she had just parted--for how long?--it might be months or

"Mamma," she said, "the more I am with him and study his character, the
more I honor and trust and love him. It is the one trial of my otherwise
exceptionally happy life, that we must pass so much of our time apart,
and that he has such a child as Lulu to mar his enjoyment of--"

"Oh, dear daughter," interrupted Elsie, "do not allow yourself to feel
otherwise than very kindly toward your husband's child; Lulu has some
very noble traits, and I trust you will try to think of them rather than
of her faults, serious as they may seem to you."

"Yes, mamma, there are some things about her that are very lovable, and
I really have a strong affection for her, even aside from the fact that
she is his child; yet when she behaves in a way that distresses him I
can hardly help wishing that she belonged to some one else.

"You surely must have noticed how badly she behaved for two or three
days. He never spoke to me about it, tried not to let me see that it
interfered with his enjoyment (for he knew that that would spoil mine),
but for all that I knew his heart was often heavy over her misconduct.

"Yet she certainly does love her father. How she clung to him after she
had heard that he must leave us so soon, with a remorseful affection, it
seemed to me."

"Yes, and though she shed but few tears in parting from him, I could see
that she was almost heart-broken. She is a strange child, but if she
takes the right turn, will assuredly make a noble, useful woman."

"I hope so, mamma; and that will, I know, repay him for all his care and
anxiety on her account. No father could be fonder of his children or
more willing to do or endure anything for their sake. Of course I do not
mean anything wrong; he would not do wrong himself or suffer wrong-doing
in them; for his greatest desire is to see them truly good, real
Christians. I hope my darling, as she grows older, will be altogether a
comfort and blessing to him."

"As her mother has been to me, and always was to her father," Elsie
responded in loving tones.

"Thank you, mamma," Violet said with emotion; "oh, if I had been an
undutiful daughter and given pain and anxiety to my best of fathers, how
my heart would ache at the remembrance, now that he is gone. And I feel
deep pity for Lulu when I think what sorrow she is preparing for herself
in case she outlives her father, as in the course of nature she is
likely to do."

"Yes, poor child!" sighed Elsie; "and doubtless she is even now enduring
the reproaches of conscience aggravated by the fear that she may not see
her father very soon again.

"She and Gracie, to say nothing of my dear Vi, will be feeling lonely
to-morrow, and Edward, Zoe, and I have planned various little
excursions, by land and water, to give occupation to your thoughts and
pleasantly while away the time."

"You are always so kind, dearest mamma," said Violet; "always thinking
of others and planning for their enjoyment."

"Oh, how lonely it does seem without papa! our dear, dear papa!" was
Gracie's waking exclamation. "I wish he could live at home all the time
like other children's fathers do! When will he come again, Lulu?"

"I don't know, Gracie; I don't believe anybody knows," returned Lulu
sorrowfully. "But you have no occasion to feel half as badly about it as

"Why not?" cried Grace, a little indignantly, even her gentle nature
aroused at the apparent insinuation that he was more to Lulu than to
herself; "you don't love him a bit better than I do."

"Maybe not; but Mamma Vi is more to you than she is to me; though that
wasn't what I was thinking of. I was only thinking that you had been a
good child to him all the time he has been at home, while I was so very,
very naughty that--"

Lulu broke off suddenly and went on with, her dressing in silence.

"That what?" asked Grace.

"That I grieved him very much and spoiled half his pleasure," Lulu said
in a choking voice. Then turning suddenly toward her sister, her face
flushing hotly, her eyes full of tears, bitterly ashamed of what she was
moved to tell, yet with a heart aching so for sympathy that she hardly
knew how to keep it back, "Gracie, if I tell you something will you
never, _never, never_ breathe a single word of it to a living soul?"

Grace, who was seated on the floor putting on her shoes and stockings,
looked up at her sister in silent astonishment.

"Come, answer," exclaimed Lulu impetuously; "do you promise? I know if
you make a promise you'll keep it. But I won't tell you without, for I
wouldn't have Mamma Vi, or Max, or anybody else but you know, for all
the world."

"Not papa?"

"Oh, Gracie, papa knows; it's a secret between him and me--only--only I
have a right to tell you if I choose."

"I'm glad he knows, because I couldn't promise not to tell him if he
asked me and said I must. Yes, I promise, Lulu. What is it?"

Lulu had finished her dressing, and dropping down on the carpet beside
Grace she began, half averting her face and speaking in low, hurried
tones. "You remember that morning we were all going to the 'squantum' I
changed my dress and put on a white one, and because of that, and
something I said to Max that papa overheard, he said I must stay at
home; and he ordered me to take off that dress immediately. Well, I
disobeyed him; I walked round the town in the dress before I took it
off, and instead of staying at home I went in to bathe, and took a walk
in the afternoon with Betty Johnson to Sankaty Lighthouse, and went up
in the tower and outside too."

"Oh, Lulu!" cried Grace, "how could you dare to do so?"

"I did, anyway," said Lulu; "and you know I was very ill-tempered for
two days afterward; so when papa knew it all he thought he ought to
punish me, and he did."


"Oh, Grace! don't you know? can't you guess? It was when he and I stayed
back while all the rest went to the beach, that evening after Betty's
friend told of seeing me at Sankaty."

Grace drew a long breath. "Oh, Lu," she said pityingly, putting her arms
lovingly about her sister, "I'm so sorry for you! How could you bear it?
Did he hurt you very much?"

"Oh, yes, terribly; but I'm glad he did it (though I wouldn't for
anything let anybody know it but you), because I'd feel so mean if I
hadn't paid somehow for my badness. Papa was so good and kind to me--he
always is--and I had been behaving so hatefully to him.

"And he wasn't in a bit of a passion with me. I believe, as he told me,
he did hate to punish me, and only did it to help me to learn to conquer
my temper."

"And to be obedient, too?"

"Yes; the punishment was for that too, he said. But now don't you think
I have reason to feel worse about his going away just now than you?"

"Yes," admitted Grace; "I'd feel ever so badly if I'd done anything to
make dear papa sad and troubled; and I think I should be frightened to
death if he was going to whip me."

"No, you wouldn't," said Lulu, "for you would know papa wouldn't hurt
you any more than he thought necessary for your own good. Now let me
help you dress, for it must be near breakfast time."

"Oh, thank you; yes, I'll have to hurry. Do you love papa as well as
ever, Lu?"

"Better," returned Lulu, emphatically; "it seems odd, but I do. I
shouldn't though if I thought he took pleasure in beating me, or
punishing me in any way."

"I don't b'lieve he likes to punish any of us," said Grace.

"I _know_ he doesn't," said Lulu. "And it isn't any odder that I should
love him in spite of his punishments, than that he should love me in
spite of all my naughtiness. Yes, I do think, Gracie, we have the best
father in the world."

"'Course we have," responded Grace; "but then we don't have him half the
time; he's 'most always on his ship," she added tearfully.

"Are you ready for breakfast, dears?" asked a sweet voice at the door.

"Yes, Grandma Elsie," they answered, hastening to claim the good-morning
kiss she was always ready to bestow.

Lulu's heartache had found some relief in her confidence to her sister,
and she showed a pleasanter and more cheerful face at the table than
Violet expected to see her wear.

It grew brighter still when she learned that they were all to have a
long, delightful drive over the hills and moors, starting almost
immediately upon the conclusion of the meal.

The weather was charming, everybody in most amiable mood, and spite of
the pain of the recent parting from him whom they so dearly loved, that
would occasionally make itself felt in the hearts of wife and children,
the little trip was an enjoyable one to all.

Just as they drew up at the cottage door on their return, a blast of
Captain Baxter's tin horn announced his arrival with the mail, and
Edward, waiting only to assist the ladies and children to alight,
hurried off to learn if they had any interest in the contents of the


"Be not too ready to condemn
   The wrongs thy brothers may have done;
 Ere ye too harshly censure them
   For human faults, ask, 'Have I none?'"

--_Miss Eliza Cook_.

The little girls took up their station at the front door to watch for
"Uncle Edward's" return.

Gracie presently cried out joyfully, "Oh, he's coming with a whole
handful of letters! I wonder if one is from papa."

"I'm afraid not," said Lulu; "he would hardly write last night, leaving
us so late as he did, and hardly have time before the leaving of the
early boat this morning."

The last word had scarcely left her lips when Edward reached her side
and put a letter into her hand--a letter directed to her, and
unmistakably in her father's handwriting.

"One for you, too, Vi," he said gayly, tossing it into her lap through
the open window.

"Excuse the unceremonious delivery, sister mine. Where are grandma and
mamma? I have a letter for each of them."

"Here," answered his mother's voice from within the room; then as she
took the missives from his hand, "Ah, I knew papa would not forget
either mamma or me."

"Where's my share, Ned?" asked Zoe, issuing from the inner room, where
she had been engaged in taking off her hat and smoothing her fair

"Your share? Well, really I don't know; unless you'll accept the
mail-carrier as such," he returned sportively.

"Captain Baxter?" she asked in mock astonishment. "I'd rather have a
letter by half."

"But you can't have either," he returned, laughing; "you can have the
postman who delivered the letters here--nothing more; yours is 'Hobson's

Lulu, receiving her letter with a half-smothered exclamation of intense,
joyful surprise, ran swiftly away with it to the beach, never stopping
till she had gained a spot beyond and away from the crowd, where no
prying eye would watch her movements or note if the perusal of her
treasure caused any emotion.

There, seated upon the sand, she broke open the envelope with fingers
trembling with eagerness. It contained only a few lines in Captain
Raymond's bold chirography, but they breathed such fatherly love and
tenderness as brought the tears in showers from Lulu's eyes--tears of
intense joy and filial love. She hastily wiped them away and read the
sweet words again and again; then kissing the paper over and over,
placed it in her bosom, rose up, and slowly wended her way back toward
the house, with a lighter, happier heart than she had known for some

She had not gone far when Grace came tripping over the sands to meet
her, her face sparkling with delight as she held up a note to view,
exclaiming, "See, Lu! papa did not forget me; it came inside of mamma's

"Oh, Gracie, I am glad," said Lulu; "but it would be very strange for
papa to remember the bad child and not the good one, wouldn't it?" she
concluded, between a sigh and a smile.

"I'm not always good," said Grace; "you know I did something very, very
bad last winter one time--something you would never do. I b'lieve you'd
speak the truth if you knew you'd be killed for it."

"You dear little thing!" exclaimed Lulu, throwing her arm round Grace
and giving her a hearty kiss; "it's very good in you to say it; but papa
says I'm an honest child and own the truth even when it's against me."

"Yes; you said you told him how you had disobeyed him; and If it had
been I, I wouldn't have ever said a word about it for fear he'd punish

"Well, you can't help being timid; and if I were as timid as you are,
no doubt I'd be afraid to own up too; and I didn't confess till after
that Miss Eastman had told on me," said Lulu. "Now let's sit down on the
sand, and if you'll show me your letter, I'll show you mine."

Grace was more than willing, and they busied themselves with the
letters, reading and rereading, and with loving talk about their absent
father, till summoned to the supper-table.

Lulu was very fond of being on the beach, playing in the sand, wandering
hither and thither, or just sitting gazing dreamily out over the waves;
and her father had allowed her to do so, only stipulating that she
should not go out of sight or into any place that looked at all

"I'm going down to the beach," she said to Grace, when they had left the
table that evening; "won't you go too?"

"Not yet," said Grace; "baby is awake, and looks so sweet that I'd
rather stay and play with her a little while first."

"She does look pretty and sweet," assented Lulu, glancing toward the
babe, cooing in its nurse's arms, "but we can see enough of her after we
go home to Ion, and haven't the sea any more. I'll go now, and you can
come and join me when you are ready."

Leaving the house, Lulu turned southward toward Sunset Heights, and
strolled slowly on, gazing seaward for the most part, and drinking in
with delight the delicious breeze as it came sweeping on from no one
knows where, tearing the crests of the waves and scattering the spray
hither and yon.

The tide was rising, and it was keen enjoyment to watch the great
billows chasing each other in and dashing higher and higher on the sands
below. Then the sun drew near his setting, and the sea, reflecting the
gorgeous coloring of the clouds, changed every moment from one lovely
hue to another.

Lulu walked on and on, wilfully refusing to think how great might be the
distance she was putting between herself and home, and at length sat
down, the better to enjoy the lovely panorama of cloud and sea which
still continued to enrapture her with its ever-changing beauty.

By and by the colors began to fade and give place to a silvery gray,
which gradually deepened and spread till the whole sky was fast growing
black with clouds that even to her inexperienced eye portended a storm.

She started up and sent a sweeping glance around on every side. Could it
be possible that she was so far from the tiny 'Sconset cottage that at
present she called home? Here were Tom Never's Head and the life-saving
station almost close at hand; she had heard papa say they were a good
two miles from 'Sconset, so she must be very nearly that distance from
home, all alone too, and with night and a storm fast coming on.

"Oh me! I've been disobedient again," she said aloud, as she set off for
home at her most rapid pace; "what would papa say? It wasn't exactly
intentional this time, but I should not have been so careless."

Alarmed at the prospect of being overtaken by darkness and tempest alone
out in the wild, she used her best efforts to move with speed; but she
could scarcely see to pick her steps or take a perfectly direct course,
and now and again she was startled by the flutter of an affrighted
night-bird across her path as she wandered among the sand dunes, toiling
over the yielding soil, the booming of the waves and the melancholy
cadences of the wind as it rose and fell filling her ears.

She was a brave child, entirely free from superstitious fears, and
having learned that the island harbored no burglars or murderers, and
that there was no wild beast upon it, her only fear was of being
overtaken by the storm or lost on the moors, unable to find her way till

But, gaining the top of a sand-hill, the star-like gleam of Sankaty
Light greeted her delighted eyes, and with a joyful exclamation, "Oh,
now I can find the way!" she sprang forward with renewed energy, soon
found the path to the village, pursued it with quickened steps and light
heart, although the rain was now pouring down, accompanied with
occasional flashes of lightning and peals of thunder, and in a few
moments pushed open the door of the cottage and stepped into the
astonished presence of the ladies of the party.

She had not been missed till the approach of the storm drove them all
within doors; then perceiving that the little girl was not among them,
the question passed from one to another, "Where is Lulu?"

No one could say where; Grace remembered that she had gone out intending
to take a stroll along the beach, but did not mention in which

"And she has never been known to stay out so late; and--and the tide is
coming in," cried Violet, sinking pale and trembling into a chair. "Oh,
mamma, if she is drowned, how shall I answer to my husband for taking so
little care of his child?"

"My dear daughter, don't borrow trouble," Elsie said cheerfully, though
her own cheek had grown very pale; "it was in my care he left her, not
in yours."

"Don't fret, Vi," Edward said; "I don't believe she's drowned; she has
more sense than to go where the tide would reach her; but I'll go at
once to look for her, and engage others in the search also."

He started for the door.

"She may be out on the moors, Ned," called Zoe, running after him with
his waterproof coat. "Here, put this on."

"No time to wait for that," he said.

"But you must take time," she returned, catching hold of him and
throwing it over his shoulders; "men have to obey their wives once in
awhile; Lu's not drowning; don't you believe it; and she may as well get
a wetting as you."

Grace, hiding her head in Violet's lap, was sobbing bitterly, the latter
stroking her hair in a soothing way, but too full of grief and alarm
herself to speak any comforting words.

"Don't cry, Gracie; and, Vi, don't look so distressed," said Betty.
"Lulu, like myself, is one of those people that need never be worried
about--the bad pennies that always turn up again."

"Then she isn't fit for heaven," remarked Rosie in an undertone not
meant for her sister's ear; "but I don't believe," she added in a louder
key, "that there is anything worse the matter than too long a walk for
her to get back in good season."

"That is my opinion, Vi," said Mrs. Dinsmore; and Elsie added, "Mine

No one spoke again for a moment, and in the silence the heavy boom, boom
of the surf on the beach below came distinctly to their ears. Then there
was a vivid flash of lightning and a terrific thunder crash, followed
instantly by a heavy down-pour of rain.

"And she is out in all this!" exclaimed Violet in tones of deep
distress. "Dear child, if I only had her here safe in my arms, or if her
father were here to look after her!"

"And punish her," added Rosie. "It's my humble opinion that if ever a
girl of her age needed a good whipping, she does."

"Rosie," said her mother, with unwonted severity, "I cannot allow you to
talk in that way. Lulu's faults are different from yours, but perhaps no
worse; for while she is passionate and not sufficiently amenable to
authority, you are showing yourself both uncharitable and Pharisaical."

"Well, mamma," Rosie answered, blushing deeply at the reproof, "I cannot
help feeling angry with her for giving poor Vi so much unnecessary worry
and distress of mind. And I am sure her father must have felt troubled
and mortified by the way she behaved for two or three days while he was

"But he loves her very dearly," said Violet; "so dearly that to lose
her in this way would surely break his heart."

"But I tell you he is not going to lose her in this way," said Betty in
a lively tone; "don't you be a bit afraid of it."

But Violet could not share the comfortable assurance; to her it seemed
more than likely Lulu had been too venturesome, and that a swiftly
incoming wave had carried her off her feet and swept her in its recoil
into the boiling sea.

"I shall never see the dear child again!" was her anguished thought;
"and oh, what news to write to her father! He will not blame me, I know,
but oh, I cannot help blaming myself that I did not miss her sooner and
send some one to search for and bring her back."

Elsie read her daughter's distress in her speaking countenance, and
sitting down by her side tried to cheer her with loving, hopeful words.

"Dear Vi," she said, "I have a strong impression that the child is not
lost, and will be here presently. But whatever has happened, or may
happen, stay your heart, dear one, upon your God; trust Him for the
child, for your husband, and for yourself. You know that troubles do not
spring out of the ground, and to His children He gives help and
deliverance out of all He sends them.

"'God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.' 'He
shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea in seven there shall no evil
touch thee.'"

There was perhaps not more than a half hour of this trying suspense
between Edward's departure in search of the missing child and her sudden
appearance in their midst: sudden it seemed because the roar of the sea
and howling of the storm drowned all other sounds from without, and
prevented any echo of approaching footsteps.

"Lulu!" they all cried in varied tones of surprise and relief, as they
started up and gathered about her dripping figure.

"Where have you been?"

"How wet you are!"

"Oh, dear child, I am so glad and thankful to see you; I have been
terribly frightened about you!" This last from Violet.

"I--I didn't mean to be out so late or to go so far," stammered Lulu.
"And I didn't see the storm coming up in time, and it caught and
hindered me. Please, Mamma Vi, and Grandma Elsie, don't be angry about
it. I won't do so again."

"We won't stop to talk about it now," Elsie said, answering for Violet
and herself; "your clothes must be changed instantly, for you are as wet
as if you had been in the sea; and that with fresh water, so that there
is great danger of your taking cold."

"I should think the best plan would be for her to be rubbed with a
coarse towel till reaction sets in fully and then put directly to bed,"
said Mrs. Dinsmore. "If that is done we may hope to find her as well in
the morning as if she had not had this exposure to the storm."

Lulu made no objection nor resistance, being only too glad to escape so
easily. Still she was not quite sure that some punishment might not be
in store for her on the morrow. And she had an uncomfortable impression
that were it not for her father's absence it might not be a very light

When she was snugly in bed, Grandma Elsie came to her, bringing with her
own hands a great tumbler of hot lemonade.

"Drink this, Lulu," she said, in her own sweet voice and with a loving
look that made the little girl heartily ashamed of having given so much
trouble and anxiety; "it will be very good for you, I think, as well as

"Thank you, ma'am," Lulu said, tasting it; "it is delicious, so strong
of both lemon and sugar."

"I am glad you like it; drink it all if you can," Elsie said.

When Lulu had drained the tumbler it was carried away by Agnes, and
Grandma Elsie, sitting down beside the bed, asked, "Are you sleepy, my
child? If you are we will defer our talk till to-morrow morning; if not,
we will have it now."

"I'm not sleepy," Lulu answered, blushing and averting her face, adding
to herself, "I suppose it's got to come, and I'd rather have it over."

"You know, my child, that in the absence of your father and mine you are
my care and I am responsible for you, while you are accountable to me
for your good or bad behavior. Such being the case, it is now my duty to
ask you to give an account of your whereabouts and doings in the hours
that you were absent from us this evening."

Lulu replied by an exact statement of the truth, pleading in excuse for
her escapade her father's permission to stroll about the beach, even
alone, her enjoyment of the exercise of walking along the bluff, and her
absorbing interest in the changing beauty of sky and sea--all which
tended to render her oblivious of time and space, so that on being
suddenly reminded of them she found herself much farther from home than
she had supposed.

"Was it not merely within certain limits you were given permission to
ramble about the beach?" Elsie asked gently.

"Yes, ma'am; papa said I was not to go far, and I did not intend to;
indeed, indeed, Grandma Elsie, I had not the least intention of
disobeying, but forgot everything in the pleasure of the walk and the
beautiful sights."

"Do you think that is sufficient excuse, and ought to be accepted as
fully exonerating you from blame in regard to this matter?"

"I don't think people can help forgetting sometimes," Lulu replied, a
trifle sullenly.

"I remember that in dealing with me as a child my father would never
take forgetfulness of his orders as any excuse for disobedience; and
though it seemed hard then, I have since thought he was right, because
the forgetfulness is almost always the result of not having deemed the
matter of sufficient importance to duly charge the memory with it.

"In the Bible God both warns us against forgetting and bids us remember:

"'Remember all the commandments of the Lord, and do them.'

"'Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.'

"'Beware lest thou forget the Lord.'

"'The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget

"You see that God does not accept forgetfulness as a sufficient excuse,
or any excuse for sin."

"Then you won't, of course," muttered Lulu, carefully avoiding looking
into the kind face bending over her; "how am I to be punished? I don't
feel as if anybody has a _right_ to punish me but papa," she added, with
a flash of indignant anger.

"I heartily wish he were here to attend to it," was the response, in a
kindly pitying tone. "But since, unfortunately, he is not, and my
father, too, is absent, the unpleasant duty devolves upon me. I have not
had time to fully consider the matter, but have no thought of being very
severe with you; and perhaps if you knew all the anxiety and sore
distress suffered on your account this evening--particularly by your
mamma and little sister--you would be sufficiently punished already."

"Did Mamma Vi care?" Lulu asked, in a half-incredulous tone.

"My child, she was almost distracted," Elsie said. "She loves you for
both your own and your father's sake. Besides, as she repeated again and
again, she was sorely distressed on his account, knowing his love for
you to be so great that to lose you would well-nigh break his heart."

A flash of joy illumined Lulu's face at this new testimony to her
father's love for her, but passed away as suddenly as it came.

"I do feel punished in hearing that you were all so troubled about me,
Grandma Elsie," she said, "and I mean to be very, very careful not to
cause such anxiety again. Please tell Mamma Vi I am sorry to have given
her pain; but she shouldn't care anything about such a naughty girl."

"That, my child, she cannot help," Elsie said; "she loves your father
far too well not to love you for his sake."

After a little more kindly admonitory talk she went away, leaving a
tender, motherly kiss upon the little girl's lips.

At the door Grace met her with a request for a good-night kiss, which
was promptly granted.

"Good-night, dear little one; pleasant dreams and a happy awaking, if it
be God's will," Elsie said, bending down to touch her lips to the
rosebud mouth and let the small arms twine themselves around her neck.

"Good-night, dear Grandma Elsie," responded the child. "Oh, aren't you
ever so glad God brought our Lulu safely home to us?"

"I am indeed, dear; let us not forget to thank Him for it in our prayers

Lulu heard, and as Grace's arms went round her neck the next moment, and
the sweet lips, tremulous with emotion, touched her cheek,

"Were you so distressed about me, Gracie?" she asked with feeling. "Did
Mamma Vi care so very much that I might be drowned?"

"Yes, indeed, Lu, dear Lu; oh, what could I do without my dear sister?"

"You know you have another one now," Suggested Lulu.

"That doesn't make any difference," said Grace. "She's the darling baby
sister; you are the dear, dear big sister."

"Papa calls me his little girl," remarked Lulu, half musingly; "and
somehow I like to be little to him and big to you. Oh, Gracie, what do
you suppose he will say when he hears about to-night?--my being so bad;
and so soon after he went away, too."

"Oh, Lu, what made you?"

"Because I was careless; didn't think; and I begin to believe that it
was because I didn't choose to take the trouble," she sighed. "I'm
really afraid if papa were here I should get just the same sort of a
punishment he gave me before. Gracie, don't you ever, ever tell anybody
about that."

"No, Lu; I promised I wouldn't. But I should think you'd be punished
enough with all the wetting and the fright; for weren't you most scared
to death?"

"No; I was frightened, but not nearly so much as that. Not so much as I
should be if papa were to walk in just now; because he'd have to hear
all about it, and then he'd look so sorry and troubled, and punish me

"Then you wouldn't be glad to see papa if he came back?" Grace said, in
a reproachfully inquiring tone.

"Yes, I should," Lulu answered, promptly; "the punishment wouldn't last
long, you know; he and I would both get over it pretty soon, and then it
would be so delightful to have him with us again."

Lulu woke the next morning feeling no ill effects whatever from her
exposure to the storm.

Before she and Grace had quite finished their morning toilet Grandma
Elsie was at their door, asking if they were well. She stayed for a
little chat with them, and Lulu asked what her punishment was to be.

"Simply a prohibition of lonely rambles," Elsie answered, with a grave
but kindly look; "and I trust it will prove all-sufficient; you are to
keep near the rest of us for your own safety."


"He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him
 chasteneth him betimes."--_Prov_. 13: 24.

When the morning boat touched at Nantucket pier there were among the
throng which poured ashore two fine-looking gentlemen--one in the prime
of life, the other growing a little elderly--who sought out at once a
conveyance to 'Sconset.

The hackman had driven them before, and recognized them with evident
pleasure mingled with surprise.

"Glad to see you back again, capt'n," he remarked, addressing the
younger of his two passengers; "but it's kind of unexpected, isn't it? I
understood you'd gone to join your ship, expecting to sail directly for
foreign parts."

"Yes, that was all correct," returned Captain Raymond, gayly, for he it
was, in company with Mr. Dinsmore; "but orders are sometimes
countermanded, as they were in this instance, to my no small content."

"They'll be dreadful glad to see you at 'Sconset," was the next remark;
"surprised, too. By the way, sir, your folks had a fright last evening."

"A fright?" inquired both gentlemen in a breath, and exchanging a look
of concern.

"Yes, sirs; about one of your little girls, capt'n--the oldest one, I
understood it was. Seems she'd wandered off alone to Tom Never's Head,
or somewhere in that neighborhood, and was caught by the darkness and
storm, and didn't find her way home till the older folks had begun to
think she'd been swept away by the tide, which was coming in, to be
sure; but they thought it might have been the backward flow of a big
wave that had rushed up a little too quick for her, taking her off her
feet and hurrying her into the surf before she could struggle up again."

All the captain's gayety was gone, and his face wore a pained, troubled

"But she did reach home in safety at last?" he said, inquiringly.

"Oh, yes; all right except for a wetting, which probably did her no
harm. But now maybe I'm telling tales out of school," he added, with a
laugh. "I shouldn't like to get the little girl into trouble, so I hope
you'll not be too hard on her, capt'n. I dare say the fright has been
punishment enough to keep her from doing the like again."

"I wish it may have been," was all the captain said.

Then he fell into a revery so deep that he scarcely caught a word of a
brisk conversation, in regard to some of the points of interest on the
island, carried on between Mr. Dinsmore and the hackman.

Lulu was having an uncomfortable day. When she met the family at the
breakfast-table Grandma Rose seemed to regard her with cold displeasure;
"Mamma Vi" spoke gently and kindly; hoping she felt no injury from last
night's exposure, but looked wretchedly ill; and in answer to her
mother's inquiries admitted that she had been kept awake most of the
night by a violent headache, to which Rosie added, in an indignant tone,
and with an angry glance at Lulu:

"Brought on by anxiety in regard to a certain young miss who is always
misbehaving and causing a world of trouble to her best friends."

"Rose, Rose," Elsie said, reprovingly; "let me hear no more such
remarks, or I shall send you from the table."

Lulu had appeared in their midst, feeling humble and contrite, and had
been conscience-smitten at sight of her mamma's pale face; but the sneer
on Betty's face, the cold, averted looks of Edward and Zoe, and then
Rosie's taunt roused her quick temper to almost a white heat.

She rose, and pushing back her chair with some noise, turned to leave
the table at which she had but just seated herself.

"What is it, Lulu?" asked Grandma Elsie, in a tone of gentle kindliness.
"Sit still, my child, and ask for what you want."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Lulu. "I do not want anything but to go away.
I'd rather do without my breakfast than stay here to be insulted."

"Sit down, my child," repeated Elsie, as gently and kindly as before;
"Rosie will make no more unkind remarks; and we will all try to treat
you as we would wish to be treated were we in your place."

No one else spoke. Lulu resumed her seat and ate her breakfast, but with
little appetite or enjoyment; and on leaving the table tried to avoid
contact with any of those who had caused her offence.

"May I go down to the beach, Grandma Elsie?" she asked, in low,
constrained tones, and with her eyes upon the floor.

"If you will go directly there, to the seats under the awning which we
usually occupy, and not wander from them farther than they are from the
cliff," Elsie answered. "Promise me that you will keep within those
bounds, and I shall know I may trust you; for you are an honest child."

The cloud lifted slightly from Lulu's brow at those kindly words. She
gave the promise, and walked slowly away.

As she descended the stairway that led down the face of the cliff, she
saw that Edward and Zoe were sitting side by side on one of the benches
under the awning.

She did not fancy their company just now, and knew hers would not be
acceptable to them. She thought she would pass them and seat herself in
the sand a little farther on.

Edward was speaking as she came up behind them, and she heard him say,
"It was the most uncomfortable meal ever eaten in our family; and all
because of that ungovernable child."

Lulu flushed hotly, and stepping past turned and confronted him with
flashing eyes.

"I heard you, Uncle Edward," she said, "though I had no intention of
listening; and I say it is very unjust to blame me so when it was
Rosie's insulting tongue and other people's cold, contemptuous looks
that almost drove me wild."

"You are much too easily driven wild," he said. "It is high time you
learned to have some control over your temper. If I were your father I'd
teach it you, even if I must try the virtue of a rod again and again;
also you should learn proper submission to authority, if it had to be
taught in the same manner."

Lulu was too angry to speak for a moment; she stood silent, trembling
with passion, but at length burst out: "It's none of your business how
papa manages me, Mr. Travilla; and I'm very glad he's my father instead
of you!"

"You are a very saucy girl, Lulu Raymond," said Zoe, reddening with
anger on her husband's account, "and shamefully ungrateful for all Mr.
Travilla's kind exertions on your behalf last night."

"Hush, hush, Zoe; do not remind her of it," Edward said. "'A benefit
upbraided forfeits thanks.' I should have done quite the same for any
one supposed to be in danger and distress."

"What was it?" asked Lulu; "nobody told me he had done anything."

"He was out for hours in all that storm, hunting you," replied Zoe, with
a proudly admiring glance at her husband.

"I'm very much obliged," said Lulu, her voice softening. "And sorry you
suffered on my account," she added.

"I did not suffer anything worth mentioning," he responded; "but your
mamma was sorely distressed--thinking you might be in the sea--and, in
consequence, had a dreadful headache all night. And since such dire
consequences may follow upon your disregard for rules and lawful
authority, Lulu, I insist that you shall be more amenable to them.

"I believe you think that when your father and grandpa are both away you
can do pretty much as you please; but you shall not while I am about. I
won't have my mother's authority set at defiance by you or any one

"Who wants to set it at defiance?" demanded Lulu, wrathfully. "Not I, I
am sure. But I won't be ruled by you, for papa never said I should."

"I think I shall take down this conversation and report it to him,"
Edward said, only half in earnest.

Lulu turned quickly away, greatly disturbed by the threat, but resolved
that her alarm should not be perceived by either him or Zoe. Walking a
few yards from them, she sat down upon the sand and amused herself
digging in it, but with thoughts busied with the problem, "What will
papa say and do if that conversation is reported to him?"

A very little consideration of the question convinced her that if
present her father would say she had been extremely impertinent, punish
her for it, and make her apologize.

Presently a glance toward the cottages on the bluff showed her Violet
and Grace descending the stairway. She rose and hurried to meet them.

"Mamma Vi," she said, as soon as within hearing, "I am ever so sorry to
have frightened you so last night and given you a headache. But you
oughtn't to care whether such a naughty girl as I am is drowned or not."

"How can you talk so, Lulu dear?" Violet answered, putting an arm round
the child's waist and giving her a gentle kiss. "Do you think your Mamma
Vi has no real love for you? If so, you are much mistaken. I love you,
Lulu, for yourself, and dearly for your father's sake. Oh, I wish you
loved him well enough to try harder to be good in order to add to his
happiness; it would add to it more than anything else that I know of.
Your naughtiness does not deprive you of his fatherly affection, but it
does rob him of much enjoyment which he would otherwise have."

Lulu hung her head in silence, turned, and walked away full of
self-accusing and penitent thoughts. She was not crying; tears did not
come so readily to her eyes as to those of many children of her age, but
her heart was aching with remorseful love for her absent father.

"To think that I spoiled his visit home," she sighed to herself. "Oh, I
wish he could come back to have it over again, and I would try to be
good and not spoil his enjoyment in the very least!"

"Come back now?" something seemed to reply; "suppose he should; wouldn't
he punish you for your behavior since he left, only two days ago?"

"Yes," she sighed; "I haven't the least doubt that if he were here and
knew all he would punish me severely again; and I suppose he wouldn't be
long in the house before he would hear it all; yet for all that I should
be--oh, so glad if he could come back to stay a good while."

Last night's storm had spent itself in a few hours, and the morning was
bright and clear; yet a long drive planned for that day by our friends
was unanimously postponed, as several of them had lost sleep, and wanted
to make it up with a nap.

Violet sought her couch immediately after dinner, slept off the last
remains of her headache, and about the middle of the afternoon was
preparing to go down to the beach, where all the others were, except
Grace, who was seldom far from mamma's side, when the outer door opened,
and a step and voice were heard which she had not hoped to hear again
for months or years.

The next moment she was in her husband's arms, her head pillowed on his
breast, while his lips were pressed again and again to brow and cheek
and lips, and Grace's glad shout arose, in sweet, silvery tones, "Papa
has come back! Papa has come back! My dear, dear papa!"

"Can it be possible, my dear, dear husband?" cried Violet, lifting to
his a face radiant with happiness. "It seems too good to be true."

"Not quite so good as that," he said, with a joyous laugh, "But it is
quite a satisfaction to find that you are not sorry to see me."

"Of which you were terribly afraid, of course," she returned, gayly. "Do
tell me at once how long our powers of endurance of such uncongenial
society are to be taxed?"

"Ah, that is beyond my ability."

"Then we may hope for weeks or months?" she said, rapturously.

"Certainly we are not forbidden to hope," he answered, smiling tenderly
upon her.

"Oh, I am so glad!" she said, with a happy sigh, leaning her head on his
shoulder and gazing fondly up into his face, his right arm about her
waist, while Grace clung to the other hand, holding it lovingly between
her own and pressing her lips to it again and again.

"Ah, my darling little girl," he said presently, letting Violet go to
take Grace in his arms. "Are you glad to see papa back again so soon?"

"Oh, yes, indeed; nothing else could have made me so very, very glad!"
she cried, hugging him close, and giving and receiving many tender

"But how did it happen. Levis?" Violet was asking.

"Through some unlooked-for change in the plans and purposes of the
higher powers," he answered, lightly. "My orders were countermanded,
with no reasons given, and I may remain with my family till further
orders; and, as you say, we will hope it may be months before they are

"And you were glad to come back to us?" Violet said, inquiringly, but
with not a shade of doubt in her tones.

"Yes, yes indeed; I was full of joy till I heard that one of my children
had been disobeying me, bringing serious consequences upon herself and

His countenance had grown very grave and stern. "Where is Lulu?" he
asked, glancing about in search of her.

"Down on the beach with mamma and the rest," Violet answered.

"Can you give me a true and full account of her behavior since I have
been away?" he asked.

"My dear husband," Violet said, entreatingly, "please do not ask me."

"Pardon me, dearest," he returned. "I should not have asked you; Lulu
must tell me herself; thankful I am that many and serious as are her
faults, she is yet so honest and truthful that I can put full confidence
in her word and feel sure that she will not deceive me, even to save
herself from punishment."

"I think that is high praise, and that Lulu is deserving of it,"
remarked Violet, glad of an opportunity to speak a word in the child's

Captain Raymond gave her a pleased, grateful look. "You were going to
the beach, were you not?" he said. "Then please go on; I shall follow
after I have settled this matter with Lulu. There can be no comfort for
her or myself till it is settled. Gracie, go and tell your sister to
come here to me immediately."

"Do be as lenient as your sense of duty will allow, dear husband,"
whispered Violet in his ear, then hastened on her way.

Grace was lingering, gazing at him with wistful, tear-filled eves.

"What is it?" he asked, bending down to smooth her hair caressingly.
"You should go at once, little daughter, when papa bids."

"I would, papa, only--only I wanted to--to ask you not to punish Lulu
very hard."

"I am glad my little Gracie loves her sister," he said; "and you need
never doubt, my darling, that I dearly love both her and you. Go now
and give her my message."

All day long Lulu had kept herself as far apart from the others--her
sister excepted--as lay in her power. She was sitting now alone in the
sand, no one within several yards of her, her hands folded in her lap,
while she gazed far out to sea, her eyes following a sail in the distant

"Perhaps it is papa's ship," she was saying to herself. "Oh, how long
will it be before we see him again! And oh, how sorry he will be when he
hears about last night and this morning!"

At that instant she felt Grace's arms suddenly thrown round her, while
the sweet child voice exclaimed, in an ecstasy of delight, "Oh, Lu, he
_has_ come! he _has_, he _has_!"

"Who?" Lulu asked, with a start and tremble that reminded Grace of the
message she had to deliver, and that Lulu's pleasure at their father's
unexpected return could not be so unalloyed as her own; all which she
had forgotten for the moment in the rapture of delight she herself felt
at his coming.

"Papa, Lulu," she answered, sobering down, a good deal; "and I was 'most
forgetting that he sent me to tell you to come to him immediately."

"Did he?" Lulu asked, trembling more than before. "Does he know about
last night, Gracie? Did Mamma Vi tell him?"

"He knows 'bout it; somebody told him before he got to 'Sconset," said
Grace. "But mamma didn't tell him at all; he asked her, but she begged
him to please not ask her. Mamma doesn't ever tell tales on us, I'm

"No, I don't believe she does. But what did papa say then?"

"That you should tell him all about it yourself; you were an honest
child, serious as your faults were, and lie could trust you to own the
truth, even when you were to be punished for it. But, Lulu, you have to
go right up to the house; papa said 'immediately.'"

"Yes," Lulu replied, getting upon her feet very slowly, and looking a
good deal frightened; "did papa seem very angry?"

"I think he intends to punish you," Grace replied, in a sorrowful tone;
"but maybe he won't if you say you're sorry and won't do so any more.
But hurry, Lulu, or he may punish you for not obeying promptly."

"Is Mamma Vi there?" asked Lulu, still lingering.

"No; yonder she is; don't you see?" said Grace, nodding her head in the
direction of the awning under which nearly their whole party were now
seated: "there's nobody there but papa. Oh hurry, Lulu, or he will whip
you, I'm afraid."

"Don't you ever say that before anybody, Gracie," Lulu said, low and
tremulously; then turned and walked rapidly toward the stairway that led
up the bluff to the cottages.

At a window looking toward the bluff the captain stood, watching for
Lulu's coming.

"She is not yielding very prompt obedience to the order," he said to
himself; "but what wonder? The poor child doubtless dreads the
interview extremely; in fact, _I_ should be only too glad to escape it;
'tis no agreeable task to have to deal out justice to one's own child--a
child so lovable, in spite of her faults. How much easier to pass the
matter over slightly, merely administering a gentle reprimand! But no, I
cannot; 'twould be like healing slightly the festering sore that
threatens the citadel of life. I must be faithful to my God-given trust,
however trying to my feelings. Ah, there she is!" as a little figure
appeared at the top of the staircase and hurried across the intervening
space to the open doorway.

There she halted, trembling and with downcast eyes. It was a minute or
more before she ventured to lift them, and then it was a very timid
glance she sent in her father's direction.

He was looking at her with a very grave, rather stern, countenance, and
her eyes fell again, while still she shrank from approaching him.

"You are not very glad to see me, I think," he said, holding out his
hand, but with no relaxing of the sternness of his expression.

"Oh, papa, yes! yes, indeed I am!" she burst out, springing to his side
and putting her hand in his, "even though I suppose you are going to
punish me just as you did the last time."

He drew her to his knee, but without offering her the slightest caress.

"Won't you kiss me, papa?" she asked, with a little sob.

"I will; but you are not to take it as a token of favor; only of your
father's love that is never withdrawn from you, even when he is most
severe in the punishment of your faults," he answered, pressing his lips
again and again to forehead, cheeks, and lips. "What have you done that
you expect so severe a punishment?"

"Papa, you know, don't you?" she said, hiding her blushing face on his

"I choose to have you tell me; I want a full confession of all the
wrong-doing you have been guilty of since I left you the other day."

"I disobeyed you last night, papa, about taking a long walk by myself;
but it was because I forgot to notice how far I was going; at least, I
didn't notice," she stammered, remembering that she had wilfully
refrained from so doing.

"You forgot? forgot to pay attention to your father's commands? did not
think them of sufficient importance for you to take the trouble to
impress them upon your mind. I cannot accept that excuse as a good and
sufficient one.

"And, tell me honestly, are you not, as I strongly suspect, less careful
to obey your father's orders when he is away, so that you feel yourself
in a measure out of his reach, than when he is close at hand?"

"Papa, you ask such hard questions," she said.

"Hard to my little daughter only because of her own wrong-doing. But
hard or easy, they must be answered. Tell me the truth, would you not
have been more careful to keep within prescribed bounds last night if I
had been at home, or you had known that you would see me here to-day?"

"Yes, papa," she answered, in a low, unwilling tone. "I don't think
anybody else can have quite so much authority over me as you, and--and
so I do, I suppose, act a little more as if I could do as I please when
you are away."

"And that after I have explained to you again and again that in my
absence you are quite as much under the authority of the kind friends
with whom I have placed you as under mine when I am with you. I see
there is no effectual way to teach you the lesson but by punishing you
for disregarding it."

Then he made her give him a detailed account of her ramble of the night
before and its consequences.

When she had gone as far in the narrative as her safe arrival among the
alarmed household, he asked whether her Grandma Elsie inflicted any
punishment upon her.

"No, sir," answered Lulu, hanging her head and speaking in a sullen
tone. "I told her I didn't feel as if anybody had any right to punish me
but you."

"Lulu I did you dare to talk in that way to her?" exclaimed the captain.
"I hope she punished you for your impertinence; for if she did not I
certainly must."

"She lectured me then, and this morning told me my punishment was a
prohibition against wandering away from the rest more than just a few

"But, papa, they were all so unkind to me at breakfast--I mean all but
Grandma Elsie and Mamma Vi and Gracie. Betty looked sneering, and the
others so cold and distant, and Rosie said something very insulting
about my being a bad, troublesome child and frightening Mamma Vi into a

"Certainly no more than you deserved," her father said. "Did you bear
it with patience and humility, as you ought?"

"Do you mean that I must answer you, papa?"

"Most assuredly I do; tell me at once exactly what you did and said."

"I don't want to, papa," she said, half angrily.

"You are never to say that when I give you an order," he returned, in a
tone of severity; "never venture to do it again. Tell me, word for word,
as nearly as you can remember it, what reply you made to Rosie's taunt."

"Papa, I didn't say anything to her; I just got up and pushed back my
chair, and turned to leave the table. Then Grandma Elsie asked me what I
wanted, and I said I didn't want anything, but would rather go without
my breakfast than stay there to be insulted. Then she told me to sit
down and eat, and Rosie wouldn't make any more unkind speeches."

"Were they all pleasant to you after that?" he asked.

"No, papa; they haven't been pleasant to me at all to-day; and Uncle
Edward has said hateful things about me, and to me," she went on, her
cheek flushing and her eyes flashing with anger, half forgetting, in
the excitement of passion, to whom she was telling her story, and
showing her want of self-control.

"And I very much fear," he said, gravely, "that you were both passionate
and impertinent. Tell me just what passed."

"If I do you'll punish me, I know you will," she burst out. "Papa, don't
you think it's a little mean to make me tell on myself and then punish
me for what you find out in that way?"

"If my object was merely to give you pain, I think it would be mean
enough," he said, not at all unkindly; "but as I am seeking your best
interests--your truest happiness--in trying to gain full insight into
your character and conduct, meaning to discipline you only for your
highest good, I think it is not mean or unkind. From your unwillingness
to confess to me, I fear you must have been in a great passion and very
impertinent. Is it not so?"

"Papa, I didn't begin it; if I'd been let alone I shouldn't have got in
a passion or said anything saucy."

"Possibly not; but what is that virtue worth which cannot stand the
least trial? You must learn to rule your own spirit, not only when
everything goes smoothly with you, but under provocation; and in order
to help you to learn that lesson--or rather as a means toward teaching
it to you--I shall invariably punish any and every outbreak of temper
and every impertinence of yours that come under my notice when I am at
home. Now, tell me exactly what passed between your Uncle Edward and

Seeing there was no escape for her, Lulu complied, faithfully repeating
every word of the short colloquy at the beach when she went down there
directly after breakfast.

Her father listened in astonishment, his face growing sterner every

"Lucilla," he said, "you are certainly the most impertinent, insolent
child I ever saw! I don't wonder you were afraid to let me know the
whole truth in regard to this affair. I am ashamed of your conduct
toward both your Grandma Elsie and your Uncle Edward. You must apologize
to both of them, acknowledging that you have been extremely impertinent,
and asking forgiveness for it."

Lulu made no reply; her eyes were downcast, her face was flushed with
passion, and wore a stubborn look.

"I won't;" the words were on the tip of her tongue; she had almost
spoken them, but restrained herself just in time; her father's authority
was not to be defied, as she had learned to her cost a year ago.

He saw the struggle that was going on in her breast. "You must do it,"
he said; "you may write your apologies, though, if you prefer that to
speaking them."

He opened a writing-desk that stood on a table close at hand, and seated
her before it with paper, pen, and ink, and bade her write, at his

She did not dare refuse, and had really no very strong disinclination to
do so in regard to the first, which was addressed to Grandma Elsie--a
lady so gentle and kind that even proud Lulu was willing to humble
herself to her.

But when it came to Edward's turn her whole soul rose up in rebellion
against it. Yet she dared not say either "I won't" or "I don't want to."
But pausing, with the pen in her fingers:

"Papa," she began timidly, "please don't make me apologize to him; he
had no right to talk to me the way he did."

"I am not so sure of that," the captain said. "I don't blame him for
trying to uphold his mother's authority; and now I think of it, you are
to consider yourself under his control in the absence of your mamma and
the older persons to whom I have given authority over you. Begin at once
and write what I have told you to."

When the notes were written, signed, and folded he put them in his
pocket, turned and paced the floor.

Lulu, glancing timidly into his face, saw that it was pale and full of
pain, but very stern and determined.

"Papa, are you--are you going to punish me?" she asked, tremulously. "I
mean as you did the other day?"

"I think I must," he said, pausing beside her, "though it grieves me to
the very heart to do it; but you have been disobedient, passionate, and
very impertinent; it is quite impossible for me to let you slip. But you
may take your choice between that and being locked up in the bedroom
there for twenty-four hours, on bread and water. Which shall it be?"

"I'd rather take the first, papa," said Lulu, promptly, "because it will
be over in a few minutes, and nobody but ourselves need know anything
about it."

"I made sure you would choose the other," he said, in some surprise;
"yet I think your choice is wise. Come!"

"Oh, papa, I'm so frightened," she said, putting her trembling hand in
his; "you did hurt me so dreadfully the other time; must you be as
severe to-day?"

"My poor child, I am afraid I must," he said; "a slight punishment seems
to avail nothing in your case, and I must do all in my power to make you
a good, gentle, obedient child."

A few minutes later Captain Raymond joined the others on the beach, but
Lulu was not with him. She had been left behind in the bedroom, where
she must stay, he told her, until his return.

Everybody seemed glad to see him; but after greeting them all in turn,
he drew Violet to a seat a little apart from the others.

Grace followed, of course, keeping close to her father's side. "Where is
Lulu, papa?" she asked with a look of concern,

"Up at the house."

"Won't you let her come down here, papa? She loves so to be close down
by the waves."

"She may come after a little," he said, "but not just now." Then taking
two tiny notes from his pocket: "Here, Gracie," he said, "take this to
your Grandma Elsie and this to your Uncle Edward."

"Yes, sir; must I wait for an answer?"

"Oh, no," he replied, with a slight smile; "you may come right back to
your place by papa's side."

Elsie read the little missive handed her at a glance, rose up hastily,
and went to the captain with it in her hand, a troubled look on her

"My dear captain," she said, in a tone of gentle remonstrance, "why did
you do this? The child's offence against me was not a grave one in my
esteem, and I know that to one of her temperament it would be extremely
galling to be made to apologize. I wish you had not required it of her."

"I thought it for her good, mother," he answered; "and I think so still;
she is so strongly inclined to impertinence and insubordination that I
must do all in my power to train her to proper submission to lawful
authority and respect for superiors."

Edward joined them at that moment. He looked disturbed and chagrined.

"Really, captain," he said, "I am not at all sure that Lulu has not as
much right to an apology from me as I to this from her. I spoke to her
in anger, and with an assumption of authority to which I really had no
right, so that there was ample excuse for her not particularly
respectful language to me. I am sorry, therefore, she has had the pain
of apologizing."

"You are very kind to be so ready to over look her insolence," the
captain said; "but I cannot permit such exhibitions of temper, and must,
at whatever cost, teach her to rule her own spirit."

"Doubtless you are right," Edward said; "but I am concerned and
mortified to find that I have got her into such disgrace and trouble. I
must own I am quite attached to Lulu; she has some very noble and
lovable traits of character."

"She has indeed," said his mother; "she is so free from the least taint
of hypocrisy or deceit; so perfectly honest and truthful; so
warm-hearted, too; so diligent and energetic in anything she undertakes
to do--very painstaking and persevering--and a brave, womanly little

The captain's face brightened very much as he listened to these praises
of his child.

"I thank you heartily, mother and brother," he said; "for the child is
very dear to her father's heart, and praise of her is sweet to my ear. I
can see all these lovable traits, but feared that to other eyes than
mine they might be entirely obscured by the very grave faults joined
with them. But it is just like you both to look at the good rather than
the evil.

"And you have done so much for my children! I assure you I often think
of it with the feeling that you have laid me under obligations which I
can never repay."

"Ah, captain," Elsie said, laughingly, "you have a fashion of making a
great mountain out of a little mole-hill of kindness. Flattery is not
good for human nature, you know, so I shall leave you and go back to
papa, who has a wholesome way of telling me of my faults and failings."

"I really don't know where he finds them," returned Captain Raymond,
gallantly; but she was already out of hearing.

"Nor I," said Violet, replying to his last remark; "mamma seems to me
to be as nearly perfect as a human creature can be in this sinful

"Now don't feel troubled about it, Ned," Zoe was saying to her husband,
who was again at her side. "I think it was just right that she should be
made to apologize to you, for she was dreadfully saucy."

"Yes; but I provoked her, and I ought to be, and am, greatly ashamed of
it. I fear, too, that in so doing I have brought a severe punishment
upon her."

"Why should you think so?"

"Because I know that such a task could not fail to be exceedingly
unpalatable to one of her temperament; and don't you remember how long
she stood out against her father's authority last summer when he bade
her ask Vi's pardon for impertinence to her?"

"Yes; it took nearly a week of close confinement to make her do it; but
as he showed himself so determined in that instance, she probably saw
that it would be useless to attempt opposition to his will in this, and
so obeyed without being compelled by punishment."

"Well, I hope so," he said. "She surely ought to know by this time that
he is not one to be trifled with."

It seemed to Lulu a long time that she was left alone, shut up in the
little bedroom of the cottage, though it was in reality scarcely more
than half an hour. She was very glad when at last she heard her father's
step in the outer room, then his voice as he opened the door and asked,
"Would you like to take a walk with your papa, little girl?"

"Yes indeed, papa!" was her joyful reply.

"Then put on your hat and come."

She made all haste to obey.

"Is Gracie going too, papa? or anybody else?" she asked, putting her
hand confidingly into his.

"No; you and I are going alone this time; do you think you will find my
company sufficient for once?" he asked, smiling down at her.

"Oh yes, indeed, papa; I think it will be ever so nice to have you all
to myself; it's so seldom I can."

They took the path along the bluffs toward "Tom Never's Head."

When they had fairly left the village behind, so that no one could
overhear anything they might say to each other, the captain said, "I
want to have a talk with you, daughter, and we may as well take it out
here in the sweet fresh air, as shut up in the house."

"Oh, yes, papa; it is so much pleasanter! I can hardly bear to stay in
the house at all down here at the seashore; and it seemed a long while
that you left me alone there this afternoon."

"Yes, I suppose so: and I hope I shall not have occasion to do so again.
My child, did you ever consider what it is that makes you so rebellious,
so unwilling to submit to authority, and so ready to fly into a passion
and speak insolently to your superiors?"

"I don't quite understand you papa," she said. "I only know that I can't
bear to have people try to rule me who have no right."

"Sometimes you are not willing to be ruled even by your father; yet I
hardly suppose you would say he has no right?"

"Oh, no, papa; I know better than that," she said, blushing and hanging
her head; "I know you have the best right in the world."

"Yet sometimes you disobey me; at others obey in an angry, unwilling way
that shows you would rebel if you dared.

"And pride is at the bottom of it all. You think so highly of yourself
and your own wisdom that you cannot bear to be controlled or treated as
one not capable of guiding herself.

"But the Bible tells us that God hates pride. 'Every one that is proud
in heart is an abomination to the Lord; though hand join in hand, he
shall not be unpunished.'

"'Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall.'

"'Proud and haughty scorner is his name who dealeth in proud wrath.'

"Ah, my dear daughter, I am sorely troubled when I reflect how often you
deal in that. My great desire for you is that you may learn to rule your
own spirit; that you may become meek and lowly in heart, patient and
gentle like the Lord Jesus, 'who when He was reviled, reviled not again;
when He suffered, He threatened not; but committed Himself to Him that
judgeth righteously.' Do you never feel any desire to be like Him?"

"Yes, papa, sometimes; and I determine that I will; but the first thing
I know I'm in a passion again; and I get so discouraged that I think
I'll not try any more to be good; for I just can't."

"It is Satan who puts that thought in your heart," the captain said,
giving her a look of grave concern; "he knows that if he can persuade
you to cease to fight against the evil that is in your nature he is sure
to get possession of you at last.

"He is a most malignant spirit, and his delight is in destroying souls.
The Bible bids us, 'Be sober, be vigilant, because your adversary the
devil as a roaring lion walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.'

"We are all sinners by nature, and Satan, and many lesser evil spirits
under him, are constantly seeking our destruction; therefore we have a
warfare to wage if we would attain eternal life, and no one who refuses
or neglects to fight this good fight of faith will ever reach heaven;
nor will any one who attempts it without asking help from on high.

"So if you give up trying to be good you and I will have a sad time;
because it will be my duty to compel you to try. The Bible tells me,
'Withhold not correction from the child; for if thou beatest him with
the rod he shall not die. Thou shalt beat him with the rod, and shalt
deliver his soul from hell.'

"I must if possible deliver you from going to that awful place, and also
from the dreadful calamities indulgence of a furious temper sometimes
brings even in this life; even a woman has been known to commit murder
while under the influence of unbridled rage; and I have known of one who
lamed her own child for life in a fit of passion.

"Sometimes people become deranged simply from the indulgence of their
tempers. Do you think I should be a good and kind father if I allowed
you to go on in a path that leads to such dreadful ends here and

"No, sir," she said in an awed tone; "and I will try to control my

"I am glad to hear that resolve," he replied. "The Bible tells us, 'He
that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth his
spirit than he that taketh a city.'"

They were silent for a little while, then hanging her head and blushing,
"Papa," she asked, "what did you do with those notes you made me write?"

"Sent them to those to whom they were addressed. And they were very
kind, Lulu; much kinder than you deserved they should be; both your
Grandma Elsie and your Uncle Edward expressed regret that you had been
made to apologize, and spoke of you in affectionate terms."

"I'm glad,'" she said with a sigh of relief; "and I don't mean ever to
be at all impertinent to them again."

"I trust you will not indeed," he said.

"Papa, I think this is about where I was the other evening when I first
noticed that the storm was coming."

"A long way from home for a child of your age; especially alone and at
night. You must not indulge your propensity for wandering to a distance
from home by yourself. You are too young to understand the danger of it;
too young to be a guide to yourself, and must therefore be content to be
guided by older and wiser people.

"You said, a while ago, 'I just can't be good;' did you mean to assert
that you could not help being disobedient to me that evening?"

She hung her head and colored deeply. "It was so pleasant to walk along
looking at the beautiful, changing sea, papa," she said, "that I
couldn't bear to stop, and wouldn't let myself think how far I was

"Ah, just as I suspected; your could not was really would not; the
difficulty all in your will. You must learn to conquer your will when it
would take you in the wrong direction.

"We will turn and go back now, as it is not far from tea-time."

Lulu shrank from meeting the rest of their party, particularly Grandma
Elsie and Edward; but they all treated her so kindly that she was soon
at her ease among them again.


"I am rapt, and cannot
Cover the monstrous bulk of this ingratitude
With any size of words."


The next day they all set out soon after breakfast for a long drive,
taking the direction of the camping-ground of the lads, where they
called and greatly astonished Max with a sight of his father, whom he
supposed to be far out on the ocean.

The boy's delight fully equalled his surprise, and he was inclined to
return immediately to 'Sconset; but the captain advised him to stay a
little longer where he was; and he accordingly decided to do so; though
regretting the loss of even an hour of the society of the father who was
to him the best man in the world and the most gallant and capable
officer of the navy; in short, the impersonation of all that was good,
wise, and brave.

The 'Sconset cottages had been engaged only until the first of
September, but by that time our friends were so in love with life upon
the island that learning of some cottages on the cliffs, a little
north-west of Nantucket Town, which were just vacated and for rent, they
engaged two of them and at once moved in.

From their new abodes they had a fine view of the ocean on that side of
the island, and from their porches could watch the swift-sailing yachts
and other vessels passing to and fro.

The bathing-ground was reached by a succession of stairways built in the
face of the cliff. The surf was fine, and bathing less dangerous there
than at 'Sconset. Those of them who were fond of the sport found it most
enjoyable; but the captain took the children into the town almost every
day for a lesson in swimming, where the still bathing made it easy for

And now they took almost daily sails on the harbor, occasionally
venturing out into the ocean itself; pleasant drives also; visiting the
old windmill, the old graveyards, the soldiers' monument, and every
place of interest in the vicinity.

Besides these, there was a little trip to Martha's Vineyard, and several
were taken to various points on the adjacent shores of the mainland.

Much as they had enjoyed 'Sconset life, it now seemed very pleasant to
be again where they could pay frequent visits to libraries and stores,
go to church, and now and then attend a concert or lecture.

And there was a good deal of quiet pleasure to be found in rambles
about the streets and queer byways and lanes of the quaint old town,
looking at its odd houses and gardens, and perhaps catching a glimpse of
the life going on within.

They gained an entrance to some; one day it was to the home of an old
sea captain who had given up his former occupation and now wove baskets
of various sizes and shapes, all very neat, strong and substantial.

There was always something pleasant to do; sometimes it was to take the
cars on the little three-mile railroad to Surfside and pass an hour or
two there; again to visit the Athenaeum and examine its stores of
curiosities and treasures, mostly of the sea; or to select a book from
its library; or to spend an hour among the old china and antique
furniture offered for sale to summer visitors.

They were admitted to see the cast of the dauphin and bought photographs
of it, as well as of many of the scenes in and about the town, with
which to refresh their memories of the delightful old place when far
away, or to show to friends who had never had the pleasure of a visit to
its shores.

Violet spent many an enjoyable hour in sketching, finding no lack of
subjects worthy of her pencil; and those of the party who liked botany
found curious and interesting specimens among the flora of the island.

They had very delightful weather most of the time, but there was an
occasional rainy day when their employments and amusements must be such
as could be found within doors.

But even these days, with the aid of fancy-work, and drawing materials,
newspapers, magazines and books, conversation and games, were very far
from dull and wearisome; often one read aloud while the others listened.

One day Elsie brought out a story in manuscript.

"I have been thinking," she said, "that this might interest you all as
being a tale of actual occurrences during the time of the French
Revolution; as we have been thinking and talking so much of that in
connection with the story of the poor little dauphin."

"What is it? and who is the author?" asked her father.

"It is an historical story written by Betty's sister Molly," she
answered. "For the benefit of the children I will make a few preparatory
remarks," she added, lightly, and with a pleasant smile.

       *       *       *       *       *

"While France was torn by those terrible Internal convulsions, it was
also fighting the combined armies of other nations, particularly
Austria and Prussia, who were moved against it from sympathy with the
king, and a desire to reinstate him on his throne, and a sense of danger
to themselves if the disorganizing principles of the revolutionists
should spread into their territories.

"Piedmont was involved in this conflict. Perhaps you remember that it is
separated from Dauphiny, in France, by the Cottian Alps, and that among
the valleys on the Piedmontese side dwell the Waldenses or
Vaudois-evangelical Christians, who were for twelve hundred years
persecuted by the Church of Rome.

"Though their own sovereigns often joined in these persecutions, and the
laws of the land were always far more oppressive to them than to their
popish fellow-citizens, the Waldenses were ever loyal to king and
country and were sure to be called upon for their defence in time of

"In the spring of 1793--some three months after the beheading of King
Louis XVI.--and while the poor queen, the dauphin and the princesses,
his sister and aunt, still languished in their dreadful prisons--a
French army was attempting to enter Piedmont from Dauphiny, which they
could do only through the mountain-passes; and these all the able-bodied
Waldenses and some Swiss troops, under the command of General Godin, a
Swiss officer, were engaged in defending.

"It is among the homes of the Waldenses, thus left defenceless against
any plot their popish neighbors might hatch for their destruction, that
the scene of this story is laid.

"Now, papa, will you be so kind as to read it aloud?" she concluded,
handing it to him.

"With pleasure," he said, and all having gathered around to listen, he

       *       *       *       *       *

"On a lovely morning in the middle of May, 1793, a young girl and a
little lad might have been seen climbing the side of a mountain
overlooking the beautiful Valley of Luserna. They were Lucia and Henri
Vittoria, children of a brave Waldensian soldier then serving in the
army of his king, against the French, with whom their country was at

"Lucia had a sweet, innocent face, lighted up by a pair of large, soft,
dark eyes, and was altogether very fair to look upon. Her lithe, slender
figure bounded from rock to rock with movements as graceful and almost
as swift as those of a young gazelle.

"'Sister,' cried the lad half pantingly, 'how nimble and fleet of foot
you are to-day! I can scarce keep pace with you.'

"'Ah, Henri, it is because my heart is so light and glad!' she returned
with a silvery laugh, pausing for an instant that he might overtake her.

"'Yes,' he said, as he gained her side, 'the good news from my father
and Pierre, and Rudolph Goneto--that they are well and yet unharmed by
French sword or bullet--has filled all our hearts with joy. Is it not to
carry these glad tidings to Rudolph's mother we take this early walk?'

"'Yes; a most pleasant errand, Henri;' and the rose deepened on the
maiden's cheek, already glowing with health and exercise.

"They were now far above the valley, and another moment brought them to
their destination--a broad ledge of rock on which stood a cottage with
its grove of chestnut-trees, and a little patch of carefully cultivated

"Magdalen Goneto, the mother of Rudolph, a matron of placid countenance
and sweet and gentle dignity of mien had seen their approach and come
forth to meet them.

"She embraced Lucia with grave tenderness, bestowed a kind caress upon
Henri, and leading the way to her neat dwelling, seated them and herself
upon its porch, from which there was a magnificent view of the whole
extent of the valley.

"To the left, and close at hand, lay San Giovanni, with its pretty
villages, smiling vineyards, cornfields and verdant meadows sloping
gently away to the waters of the Pelice. On the opposite side of the
river, situate upon a slight eminence was the Roman Catholic town of
Luserna. To the right, almost at their feet, embowered amid beautiful
trees--chestnut, walnut, and mulberry--La Tour, the Waldensian capital
and home of Lucia and Henri, nestled among its vineyards and orchards.

"Farther up the vale might be seen Bobbi Villar, and many smaller
villages scattered amid the fields and vineyards, or hanging on the
slopes of the hills, while hamlets and single cottages clung here and
there to the rugged mountain-side, wherever a terrace, a little basin or
hollow afforded a spot susceptible of cultivation. Beyond all towered
the Cottian Alps, that form the barrier between Piedmont and Dauphiny,
their snowy pinnacles glittering in the rays of the newly risen sun.

"It was thither the able-bodied men of the valley had gone to defend the
passes against the French.

"Toward those lofty mountains Lucia's soft eyes turned with wistful,
questioning gaze; for there were father, brother, lover, hourly exposed
to all the dangers of war.

"Magdalen noted the look, and softly murmured, 'God, even the God of our
fathers, cover their heads in the day of battle!'

"'He will, I know He will,' said Lucia, turning to her friend with a
bright, sweet smile.

"'You bring me tidings, my child,' said Magdalen, taking the maiden's
hand in hers, 'good tidings, for your face is full of gladness!'

"'Yes, dear friend, your son is well,' Lucia answered with a modest,
ingenuous blush; 'my father also, and Pierre; we had word from them only
yesternight. But ah me!' she added with a sigh, 'what fearful scenes of
blood and carnage are yet enacted in Paris, the gay French capital! for
from thence also, the courier brought news. Blood, he says, flows like
water, and not content with having taken the life of their king, they
force the queen and the rest of the royal family to languish in prison;
and the guillotine is constantly at work dispatching its wretched
victims, whose only crime, in many instances, is that of wealth and
noble birth.'

"'Alas, poor wretches! alas poor king and queen!' cried Magdalen; 'and,
for ourselves, what danger, should such bloodthirsty ruffians force an
entrance into our valleys! The passes had needs be well guarded!'

"Lucia lingered not long with her friend, for home duties claimed her

"Magdalen went with them to the brow of the hill, and again embracing
Lucia, said in tender, joyous accents, 'Though we must now bid adieu,
dear child, when the war is over you will come to brighten Rudolph's
home and mine with your constant presence.'

"'Yes; such was the pledge he won from me ere we parted,' the maiden
answered with modest sincerity, a tender smile hovering about the full
red lips and a vivid color suffusing for an instant the delicately
rounded cheek.

"Then with an affectionate good-by, she tripped away down the rocky
path, Henri following.

"A glad flush still lingered on the sweet, girlish face, a dewy light
shone in the soft eyes. Her thoughts were full of Magdalen's parting
words and the picture they had called up of the happy married life
awaiting Rudolph and herself when he should return to the pursuits of

"And he at his post in those more distant mountains, thought of her and
his mother; safe, as he fondly trusted, in the homes his strong arm was
helping to defend against a foreign foe. The Vaudois, judging others by
themselves, were, notwithstanding their many past experiences of the
treacherous cruelty of Rome, strangely unsuspicious of their popish

"The descent was scarcely yet accomplished by our young friends, when
startled by the sound of heavy footsteps and gruff voices in their rear,
and casting a look behind them, they beheld, rapidly approaching by
another path which wound about the base of the mountain, two men of most
ruffianly aspect.

"A wild terror seized upon the maiden as for an instant she caught the
gaze of mingled malice and sensuality they bent upon her; and seizing
Henri's hand, she flew over the ground toward La Tour with the fleetness
of a hunted doe.

"For herself what had she not to fear! and for the child that he might
be slain or reserved for a fate esteemed by the Vaudois worse than
death, in being carried off to Pignerol and brought up in an idolatrous

"The men pursued, calling to her with oaths, curses, obscene words, and
jeering laughter.

"These but quickened her flight; she gained the bridge over the
Angrogna, sped across it, over the intervening ground, and through the
gate into the town; the footsteps of her pursuers echoing close behind.

"'Ah ha! escaped my embraces for the present, have you, my pretty
barbet?' cried one of the miscreants, following her with gloating, cruel
eyes as she sped onward up the street, feeling only comparatively safe
even there. 'Ah well, it but delays my pleasure a few hours. I know
where to find ye and shall pay my respects to-night.'

"'And I,' added his companion with a fierce laugh; 'to ye and many
another like ye. It's work quite to my taste Holy Mother Church has laid
out for us to-night, Andrea.'

"'Yes, yes, Giuseppe, we'll not quarrel with the work or the wages; all
the plunder we can lay hands on; to say naught of the pretty maids such
as yon, or the escape from the fires of purgatory.'

"They were wending their way to the convent of the Récollets as they
talked. Arrived at its gates they were immediately admitted, to find it
filled with cut-throats such as themselves, and soon learned that the
church also and the house of the curé were in like condition.

"'Good!' they cried, 'how many names in all?'

"'Seven hundred,' said one.

"'Eight hundred,' asserted another.

"'Well, well, be it which it may, we're strong enough for the work, all
the able-bodied barbetti being on the frontier,' cried Andrea,
exultingly, 'we'll make short shrift with the old men, women and

"'Yes; long live the holy Roman Church! Hurrah for the holy faith! Down
with the barbetti!' cried a chorus of voices. 'We'll have a second St.
Bartholomew in these valleys and rid them of the hated presence of the
cursed heretics.'

"'That we will,' responded Giuseppe. 'But what's the order of

"'All the faithful to meet at Luserna at sunset; the vesper bell of the
convent gives the signal shortly after, and we immediately spread
ourselves over the valley on a heretic hunt that from San Giovanni to
Bobbi shall leave not a soul alive to tell the tale.'

"While Magdalen and Lucia conversed in the cottage of the former, M.
Brianza, curé of Luserna, seated in the confessional, listened with
horror and indignation to a tale of intended wholesale rapine, murder,
and arson, which his penitent was unfolding.

"'I will have neither part nor lot in this thing,' said the priest to
himself, as he left the church a moment later; 'nay more, I shall warn
the intended victims of their danger.'

"Hurrying to his house, he instantly dispatched messengers in all haste
to San Giovanni and La Tour.

"About the same time, in the more remote town of Cavour, the fiendish
plot was revealed to Captain Odetti, an officer of the Piedmontese
militia, then enrolled to act against the French, with a request that he
would take part in its execution. Being a rigid Romanist it was
confidently expected that he would willingly do so.

"But as noble and humane a man as Luserna's good curé, he listened with
like horror and detestation, and mounting his horse, instantly set off
for La Tour to warn the helpless folk of the threatened calamity, and
assist in averting it, if that might yet be possible.

"He travelled post haste, for time pressed; the appointed hour for the
attack already drew so near that it was doubtful if even the most prompt
action could still avail.

"Pale and breathless with haste and terror, Lucia and Henri gained the
shelter of their home, and in reply to the anxious questioning of mother
and grandparents, told of the hot pursuit of the evil men who had chased
them into the town.

"Their story was heard with much concern, not only by the family, but
also by a young man who had entered nearly at the same moment with

"His right arm was in a sling; his face, thin and wan with suffering,
wore an expression of anxiety and alarm which deepened momentarily as
the narrative proceeded.

"'How is Bianca?' he asked, upon its conclusion, the quiet tone telling
nothing of the profound solicitude that filled his breast.

"'Much the same,' returned Sara Vittoria, the mother.

"'A little better, I think,' said a weak but cheerful voice from the
next room. 'Maurice, how is your poor arm? come and tell me.'

"He rose and complied with the request.

"Bianca, the elder sister of Lucia, had been for a year or more the
betrothed of Maurice Laborie. He found her lying pale and languid upon a

"'What is it, Maurice?' she asked, presently, noticing his troubled

"'I wish you were well, Bianca.'

"'Ah! I am more concerned about your wound.'

"His thoughts seemed far away. He rose hastily.

"'I must speak to your grandsire. I will be in again;' and he left the

"Marc Rozel, the father of Sara Vittoria, a venerable, white-haired
veteran who had seen his four-score years and ten, sat at the open door
of the cottage, leaning upon his staff, his eyes fixed thoughtfully upon
the towering heights of Mount Vandelin.

"'"As the mountains are round about Jerusalem, so the Lord is round
about His people from henceforth even forever,"' Maurice heard him
murmur as he drew near.

"There was comfort in the words, and the cloud of care partially lifted
from the brow of the young Vaudois. But accosting the aged saint with
deep respect, and bending down to speak close to his ear, he uttered a
few rapid sentences in an undertone.

"'There seems a threatening of danger, Father Rozel; evil-looking men,
such as Lucia and the lad were but now describing, have been seen coming
into the town for the last two or three days; till now, it is said, the
Romish church, the convent of Récollets, the house of the curé, and
several other Catholic houses are full of them. What errand think you
draws them hither just at this time, when nearly every able-bodied
Vaudois is absent on the frontier?' Rozel's face reflected somewhat of
the agitation and alarm in that of Maurice; but ere he could open his
lips to reply, a neighbor, a young woman with a child in her arms, came
rushing across the street, and calling to them in tones tremulous with
excitement and affright, told of the warning just brought by Brianza's

"Her face was white with terror, and she clasped her infant to her
breast with a look of agony, as she asked, 'Can it be, oh can it be that
we are all to be slain in our helplessness? Something must be done, and
that quickly. But what, alas! can we do? our husbands, brothers, fathers
are all at a distance, and the fatal hour draws near.'

"The tones of her voice and some of her words had reached the ears of
those within the cottage, and they now gathered about her in an
intensely excited, terrified group. Question and answer followed in
rapid succession till each knew all that she had heard.

"'Can it be possible?' cried Sara, 'can even popish cruelty,
ingratitude, and treachery go so far? are not our brave defenders theirs
also? keeping the passes against a common foe?'

"A mournful shake of the head from her aged father was the only reply,
save the sobs and cries of the frightened children.

"But at that instant a horseman came dashing up the street, suddenly
drew rein before their dwelling, and hastily dismounting, hurried toward

"'Captain Odetti!' exclaimed Rozel in some surprise.

"'Yes, Rozel, I come to warn you, though, alas! I fear I am too late to
prevent bloodshed,' said the officer, sending a pitying glance from one
to another of the terror-stricken group.

"'There is a conspiracy against you; the assassins are even now on foot;
but if I cannot save, I will perish with you. The honor of my religion
is at stake, and I must justify it by sharing your danger.'

"'Can it be that such designs are really entertained against us?' asked
Rozel, in trembling tones, glancing from one loved face to another with
a look of keenest anguish. 'On what pretext? I know of none.'

"'The late base and cowardly surrender of Fort Mirabouc.'

"'There was but one Vaudois present, and his voice was raised against

"'True, but what matters that to foes bent upon your destruction? some
one was to blame, and why not make a scapegoat of the hated Vaudois? But
let us not waste time in useless discussion. We must act.'

"The fearful tidings flew from house to house, and in the wildest terror
the feeble folk began to make what preparations they could for
self-defence; by Odetti's advice barricading the streets and houses,
collecting missiles to hurl down from the upper windows upon the heads
of the assassins, and at the same time dispatching messenger after
messenger to General Godin, the Swiss officer in command of the troops
on the frontier, telling of the danger and praying for instant aid.

"But he, alas! unable, in the nobility of his soul, to credit the
existence of a plot so atrocious, turned a deaf ear to their entreaties,
declaring his conviction that the alarm was groundless--a mere
panic--and that his troops could not be spared to go on so useless an

"As one courier after another returned with this same disheartening
report, the terror and despair were such as to beggar description.

"Lucia Vittoria, recalling, with many a shudder of wild affright, the
evil looks and fierce words and gestures of her pursuers of the morning,
resolved to defend her own, her mother's, and sister's honor to the last

"'The terrible excitement of the hour seemed to give her unnatural
strength for her task of lifting and carrying stones and fragments of
rock to be used in repelling the expected assault. Assisted by Henri and
every member of the family capable of the exertion, she toiled
unceasingly while anything yet remained to be done.

"In the midst of their exertions Magdalen Goneto suddenly appeared among

"'I have heard, and I come to live or die with you, dear friends,' she
said, and fell to work with the others.

"At length all was completed, and they could only await in dreadful
suspense the coming of events. They had continued to importune the
commandant, but with no better success than at first.

"In the closed and barricaded dwellings hearts were going up to God in
agonized prayer for help, for deliverance.

"In that of the Vittorias few words were spoken save as now and again
the voice of the aged Rozel or that of his venerable wife, his
daughter, or Magdalen Goneto, broke the awful silence with some promise
from the Book of books to those who trust in the Lord.

"Maurice, whose father and brothers were away with the army, torn with
anxiety for mother, sisters, and betrothed alike, persuaded the former
to follow Magdalen's example in repairing to the house of the Vittorias,
that such efforts as he was able to put forth in his crippled condition
might be made in their common defence.

"Freely would he shed the last drop of his blood to shield them from
harm, but, alas! what match was he for even one of the horde of
desperadoes that would soon be upon them? what could he do? how speedily
would he be overpowered! Help _must_ be obtained.

"He stole out through the garden to learn the latest news from the

"The fourteenth courier had just returned in sadness; the commandant was
still incredulous; still firm in his refusal to render aid.

"'We are then given up to the sword of the assassin!' groaned his

"'No, no, never! it must not be!' cried Maurice with sudden stern
determination, though there was a quiver of pain in his voice; and
sending a glance of mingled love and anguish toward the cottage that
sheltered those dearer to him than life, he set off at a brisk pace up
the valley.

"Love moved him to the task, and spite of weakness and pain, never
before had he trodden those steep and dangerous mountain paths with such

"Arrived and admitted to Godin's presence, he poured out his petition
with the vehemence of one who can take no denial, urging his suit with
all the eloquence of intense anxiety and deep conviction of the terrible
extremity of the feeble folk in the valley.

"Doubt began to creep into the mind of the brave officer. 'Might there
not be some truth in the story after all?' Yet he answered as before. 'A
mere panic. I cannot believe in a plot so atrocious. What! murder in
cold blood the innocent, helpless wives and children of the brave men
who are defending theirs from a common foe? No, no; human nature is not
so depraved!'"

"'So it was thought on the eve of the Sicilian Vespers; on the eve of
St. Bartholomew; at the time when Castracaro, when De La Trinite, when

"'Ah,' interrupted the general with a frown, 'but those were deeds of
days long gone by, and men are not now what they then were.'

"'Sir,' returned Maurice earnestly, 'for twelve hundred years the
she-wolf of Rome has ravaged our fold, slaying sheep and lambs
alike--sparing neither age nor sex; and, sir, it is her boast that she
never changes.

"'Nor are men incapable of the grossest injustice and cruelty even in
these days. Look at the fearful scenes of blood enacted even now in
France! General, the lives of thousands of his majesty's evangelical
subjects are trembling in the balance, and I do most solemnly assure you
that unless saved by your speedy interposition, or a direct miracle from
Heaven, they will this night fall victims to a sanguinary plot.

"'Ah, sir, what more can I say to convince, to move you? The assassins
are already assembling, the time wanes fast, and will you stretch forth
no hand to save their innocent, helpless victims?'

"The general was evidently moved by the appeal. 'Had I but sufficient
proof,' he muttered in an undertone of doubt and perplexity.

"Maurice caught eagerly at the word. 'Proof, general! would Odetti,
would Brianza have warned us, were the danger not imminent? And do not
the annals of your own Switzerland furnish examples of similar plots?'

"'True, too true! yet--'

"But at this moment the sixteenth courier came panting up to pour out,
in an agony of haste and fear, the same tale of contemplated wholesale
massacre, and the story reaching the ears of the Vaudois troops they
gathered about the general, imploring, _demanding_ to be sent instantly
to the aid of their menaced wives and children.

"General Godin's mind had been filled with conflicting emotions while
Maurice spoke; his humanity, his honor as a soldier, his duty to the
government, were struggling for the mastery.

"'Ought he to march without orders or even the knowledge of his
superiors? and that too with no more certain proof of the illegal
assembling of those who were said to be plotting against the peace and
safety of the Vaudois families?'

"Yet there was no time to reconnoitre ere the dire mischief might be
done. His humanity at last prevailed over more prudential
considerations. He commanded the brigade of Waldenses to march
instantly, and himself followed with another division.

"Bianca Vittoria had been carried to an upper room, where all the family
were now gathered about her bed.

"With unutterable anguish the mother looked upon her two lovely
daughters in the early bloom of womanhood, the babe sleeping upon her
breast, the little ones clinging to her skirts, her aged and infirm
parents, all apparently doomed to a speedy, violent death--and worse
than death. Her own danger was well-nigh forgotten in theirs.

"Utter silence reigned in that room and the adjoining one, at this time
occupied by Magdalen and the mother and sisters of Maurice; every ear
was strained to catch the sound of the approaching footsteps of the
assassins, or of the longed-for deliverers; a very short season would
now decide their fate. Oh, would help never come!

"Lucia, kneeling beside her sister's couch, clasping one thin, white
hand in hers, suddenly dropped it and sprang to her feet.

"'How fast it grows dark! and what was that?' as a heavy, rolling sound
reverberated among the mountains; 'artillery?' and her tones grew wild
with terror.

"'Thunder; the heavens are black with clouds,' said Magdalen, coming in
and speaking with the calmness of despair.

"A heavy clap nearly drowned her words, then followed crash on crash;
the rain came down in torrents--the wind, which had suddenly risen to
almost a hurricane, dashing it with fury against walls and windows; the
darkness became intense except as ever and anon the lurid glare of the
lightning lit up the scene for an instant, giving to each a momentary
glimpse of the pale, terror-stricken faces of the others.

"'Alas, alas, no help can reach us now!' moaned Sara, clasping her babe
closer to her breast, 'no troops can march over our fearful
mountain-passes in this terrific storm and thick darkness. _We must

"'Oh, God of our fathers, save us! let us not fall into the hands of
those ruffians, who--more to be feared than the wild beasts of the
forest--would rob us of honor and of life!' cried Lucia, falling upon
her knees again, and lifting hands and eyes to heaven.

"'Amen!' responded the trembling voice of Rozel. 'Lord, Thine hand is
not shortened that it cannot save, neither Thine ear heavy that it
cannot hear!'

"The scenes that followed what pen may portray! the wild anguish of some
expressed in incoherent words, shrieks of terror, and cries for help, as
they seemed to hear amid the roar of the elements the hurried footsteps
of the assassins, and to see in the lightning's flash the glitter of
their steel; the mute agony of others as in the calmness of despair they
crouched helplessly together awaiting the coming blow.

       *       *       *       *       *

"Meanwhile the fathers, husbands, sons, brothers were hastening
homeward, their brave hearts torn with anguish at thought of the
impossibility of arriving before the hour set for the murderers to begin
their fiendish work.

"There was no regular order of march, but each rushed onward at his
utmost speed, praying aloud to God for help to increase it, and calling
frantically to his fellows to 'hasten, _hasten_ to the rescue of all
they held most dear.'

"Alas for their hopes! the shades of evening were already falling, and
the storm presently came on in terrific violence, the darkness, the
blinding momentary glare of the lightning, the crashing thunder peals,
the driving, pouring rain and fierce wind greatly increasing the
difficulties and perils of their advance. God Himself seemed to be
against them.

"But urged on by fear and love for their helpless ones, and by parties
of distracted women and children sent forward from La Tour--some of
whom, in their terror and despair, asserted that the work of blood had
already begun--they pressed onward without a moment's pause, springing
from rock to rock, sliding down precipices, scaling giddy heights,
leaping chasms which at another time they would not have dared to
attempt, and tearing through the rushing, roaring mountain torrents
already greatly swollen by the rain.

"They reached the last of these, and dashing through it, were presently
in sight of La Tour, when the tolling of the vesper bell of the convent
of the Récollets--the preconcerted signal for the assassins to sally
forth--smote upon their ears.

"'Too late! too late!' cried Rudolph Goneto hoarsely.

"'But if too late to save, we will avenge!' responded a chorus of deep
voices, as with frantic haste they sped over the intervening space.

"The next moment the tramp of their feet and the clang of their arms
were heard in the streets of the town. Windows and doors flew open and
with cries and tears of joy and thankfulness, wives, children, and aged
parents gathered about them almost smothering them with caresses.

"The storm, which had seemed to seal their doom, had proved their
salvation--preventing some of the murderers from reaching the rendezvous
in season, and so terrifying the others that they dared not attempt the
deed alone; especially as it had already begun to be rumored that troops
were on the march to the threatened valley.

"Rudolph found himself encircled by his mother's arms, her kisses and
tears warm upon his cheek.

"He held her close, both hearts too full for speech. Then a single word
fell from the soldier's lips, 'Lucia?'


"Darting into the house, guided by some subtle instinct, he stood the
next moment in the upper room where she knelt by her sister's couch, the
two mingling their tears and thanksgivings together.

"All was darkness, but at sound of the well-known step Lucia sprang up
with a cry of joy. 'Saved!'

"Rudolph's emotions, as he held her to his heart, were too big for

"Some one entered with a light. It was Magdalen, and behind her came
Maurice, pale, haggard, and dripping with rain.

"Bianca's heart gave a joyous bound. He too was safe.

"But a tumult of voices from below--some stern, angry, threatening,
others sullen, dogged, defiant, or craven with abject terror--attracted
their attention.

"Magdalen set down the light and hurried away in the direction of the
sounds, Rudolph and Lucia following.

"A number of the Waldenses, sword in hand, and eyes flashing with
righteous indignation, were gathered about two of the would-be
assassins, caught by them almost on the threshold of the cottage.

"Their errand who could doubt? and Henri had recognized them as his and
Lucia's pursuers of the morning.

"She too knew them instantly, and clung pale with affright to Rudolph's
arm, while he could scarce restrain himself from rushing upon, and
running them through with his sword.

"'Spare us, sirs,' entreated Andrea, quaking with fear under the
wrathful glance of the father of the maidens, 'spare us; we have not
harmed you or yours.'

"'Nor plotted their destruction? Miserable wretch, ask not your life
upon the plea that it is not forfeit. Can I doubt what would have been
the fate of my wife and daughters had they fallen into your hands?'

"'But your religion teaches you to forgive.'

"'True; yet also to protect the helpless ones committed to my care.'

"'We will leave your valleys this hour; never to set foot in them

"'Ah! yet how far may we trust the word of one whose creed bids him keep
no faith with heretics?'

"'" Vengeance is Mine, I will repay."'

"It was the voice of the aged Rozel which broke the momentary silence.

"Vittoria sheathed his sword. Not his to usurp the prerogative of Him
who had that night given so signal deliverance to His 'Israel of the

"Is that all?" asked Lulu, drawing a long breath, as Mr. Dinsmore
refolded the manuscript and gave it back to his daughter.

"Yes," he said, "the author has told of the deliverance of the
imperilled ones, and that Vittoria refrained from taking vengeance upon
their cowardly foes; and so ends the story of that night of terror in
the valleys."

"But were all the Waldenses equally forbearing, grandpa?" asked Zoe.

"They were; in all the valleys not a drop of blood was shed; justly
exasperated though the Waldenses were, they contented themselves with
sending to the government a list of the names of the baffled

"But no notice was taken of it; the would-be murderers were never called
to account till they appeared before a greater than an earthly tribunal.

"But General Godin was presently superseded in his command and shortly
after dismissed the service. Two plain indications that the sympathy of
the government was with the assassins and not at all with their intended

"But is it true, sir?" asked Max.

"Yes; it is true that at that time, in those valleys, and under those
circumstances, such a plot was hatched and its carrying out prevented in
the exact way that this story relates."

"Mean, cowardly, wicked fellows they must have been to want to murder
the wives and children and burn and plunder the houses of the men that
were defending them and theirs from a common enemy!" exclaimed the boy,
his face flushing and eyes flashing with righteous indignation.

"Very true; but such are the lessons popery teaches and always has
taught; 'no faith with heretics,' no mercy to any who deny her dogmas;
and that anything is right and commendable which is done to destroy
those who do not acknowledge her authority and to increase her power;
one of her doctrines being that the end sanctifies the means!"

"But what did they mean when they said they were going to have a second
St. Bartholomew in the valleys?" asked Grace.

"Did you never hear of the massacre of St. Bartholomew, daughter?" her
father asked, stroking her hair caressingly as she sat upon his knee.

"No, papa; won't you tell me about it?"

"It occurred in France a little more than three hundred years ago; it
was a dreadful massacre of the Protestants to the number of from sixty
to a hundred thousand; and it was begun on the night of the twenty-third
of August; which the Papists call St. Bartholomew's Day.

"The Protestants were shot, stabbed, murdered in various ways, in their
beds, in the street, any where that they could be found; and for no
crime but being Protestants."

"And popery would do the very same now and here, had she the power,"
commented Mr. Dinsmore, "for it is her proudest boast that she never
changes. She teaches her own infallibility; and what she has done she
will do again if she can."

"What is infallibility, papa?" asked Grace. "To be infallible is to be
incapable of error or of making mistakes," he answered. "So popery
teaching that she has never done wrong or made a mistake justifies all
the horrible cruelties she practised in former times; and, in fact, she
occasionally tells us, through some of her bolder or less wary
followers, that what she has done she will do again as soon as she
attains the power."

"Which she never will in this free land," exclaimed Edward.

"Never, provided Columbia's sons are faithful to their trust;
remembering that 'eternal vigilance is the price of liberty,'" responded
his grandfather.

Grace was clinging tightly to her father, and her little face was pale
and wore a look of fright.

"What is it, darling?" he asked.

"O papa, will they come here some time and kill us?" she asked,

"Do not be frightened, my dear little one," he said, holding her close;
"you are in no danger from them."

"I don't believe all Roman Catholics would have Protestants persecuted
if they could," remarked Betty. "Do you, uncle?"

"No; I think there are some truly Christian people among them," he
answered; "some who have not yet heard and heeded the call, 'Come out of
her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye
receive not of her plagues.' We were talking, not of Papists, but of
Popery. Sincere hatred of the system is not incompatible with sincere
love to its deluded followers."


"My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O Lord; in the morning will I
direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up."--_Psalm_ 5:3.

It was early morning; Captain Raymond was pacing to and fro along the
top of the cliffs, now sending a glance seaward, and now toward the door
of the cottage which was his temporary home, as if expecting a companion
in his ramble.

Presently the door opened and Lulu stepped out upon the porch. One eager
look showed her father, and she bounded with joyful step to meet him.

"Good-morning, my dear papa," she cried, holding up her face for a kiss,
which he gave with hearty affection.

"Good-morning, my dear little early bird," he responded. "Come, I will
help you down the steps and we will pace the sands at the water's edge."

This was Lulu's time for having her father to herself, as she phrased
it. He was sure to be out at this early hour, if the weather would
permit, and she almost equally sure to join him: and as the others
liked to lie a little longer in bed, there was seldom any one to share
his society with her.

He led her down the long flights of stairs and across the level expanse
of sand, close to where the booming waves dashed up their spray.

For some moments the two stood hand in hand silently gazing upon sea and
sky, bright with the morning sunlight; then they turned and paced the
beach for a time, and then the captain led his little girl to a seat in
the porch of a bathing-house, from which they could still look far out
over the sea.

"Papa," she said, nestling close to his side, "I am very fond of being
down here all alone with you."

"Are you, daughter?" he said, bending down to caress her hair and cheek.
"Well, I dearly love to have my little girl by my side. How long have
you been up?"

"I can't tell exactly; because, you know, papa, there is no time-piece
in my room. But I wasn't long dressing; for I didn't want to lose a
minute of the time I might have out here with you."

"Did you do nothing but put on your clothes after leaving your bed?" he
asked, gravely.

"I washed my hands and face and smoothed my hair."

"And was that all?"

She glanced up at him in surprise at the deep gravity of his tone; then
suddenly comprehending what his questioning meant, hung her head, while
her cheek flushed hotly. "Yes, papa," she replied, in a low, abashed

"I am very, very sorry to hear it," he said. "If my little girl begins
the day without a prayer to God for help to do right, without thanking
Him for His kind care over her while she slept, she can hardly expect to
escape sins and sorrows which will make it anything but a happy day."

"Papa, I do 'most always say my prayers in the morning and at night; but
I didn't feel like doing it this time. Do you think people ought to pray
when they don't feel like it?"

"Yes; I think that is the very time when they most need to pray; they
need to ask God to take away the hardness of their hearts; the evil in
them that is hiding His love and their own needs; so that they have no
gratitude to express for all His great goodness and mercy to them, no
petitions to offer up for strength to resist temptation and to walk
steadily in His ways; no desire to confess their sins and plead for
pardon for Jesus' sake. Ah! that is certainly the time when we have most
urgent need to pray.

"Jesus taught that men (and in the Bible men stand for the whole human
race) 'ought always to pray and not to faint.' And we are commanded to
pray without ceasing."

"Papa, how can we do that?" she asked. "You know we have to be doing
other things sometimes."

"It does not mean that we are to be always on our knees," he said; "but
that we are to live so near to God, so loving Him, and so feeling our
constant dependence upon Him, that our hearts will be very often going
up to His throne in silent petition, praise or confession.

"And if we live in such union with Him we will highly prize the
privilege of drawing especially near to Him at certain seasons; we will
be glad to be alone with Him often, and will not forget or neglect to
retire to our closets night and morning for a little season of close
communion with our best and dearest Friend.

"You say you love to be alone with me, your earthly father; I trust the
time will come when you will love far better to be alone with your
heavenly Father. I must often be far away from you, but He is ever near;
I may be powerless to help you, though close at your side, but He is
almighty to save, to provide for, and to defend; and He never turns a
deaf ear to the cry of His children."

"Yes, papa; but oh I wish that you were always near me too," she said,
leaning her cheek affectionately against his arm. "I am very, very
sorry that ever I have been a trouble to you and spoiled your enjoyment
of your visits home."

"I know you are, daughter; but you have been very good of late. I have
rejoiced to see that you were really trying to rule your own spirit. So
far as I know, you have been entirely and cheerfully obedient to me, and
have not indulged in a single fit of passion or sullenness."

"Yes, papa; but I have been nearly in a passion two or three times; but
you gave me a look just in time to help me to resist it. But when you
are gone I shall not have that help."

"Then, my child, you must remember that your heavenly Father is looking
at you; that He bids you fight against the evil of your nature, and if
you seek it of Him, will give you strength to overcome. Here is a text
for you; I want you to remember it constantly; and to that end repeat it
often to yourself, 'Thou, God, seest me.'

"And do not forget that He sees not only the outward conduct but the
inmost thoughts and feelings of the heart."

A boy's glad shout and merry whistle mingled pleasantly with the sound
of the dashing of the waves, and Max came bounding over the sands toward
their sheltered nook.

"Good-morning, papa," he cried. "You too, Lulu. Ahead of me as usual, I

"Yes," the captain said, reaching out a hand to grasp the lad's and
gazing with fatherly affection and pride into the handsome young face
glowing with health and happiness, "she is the earliest young bird in
the family nest. However, she seeks her roost earlier than her brother
does his."

"Yes; and I am not so very late, am I, sir?"

"No, my boy, I do not suppose you have taken any more sleep than you
need for your health and growth; and I certainly would not have you do
with less."

"I know you wouldn't, papa; such a good, kind father as you are,"
responded Max. "I wouldn't swap fathers with any other boy," he added,
with a look of mingled fun and affection.

"Nor would I exchange my son for any other; not even a better one,"
returned the captain laughingly, tightening his clasp of the sturdy
brown hand he held.

"I haven't heard yet the story of yesterday's success in boating and
fishing; come sit down here by my side and let me have it."

Max obeyed, nothing loath, for he was becoming quite expert in both, and
always found in his father an interested listener to the story of his

He and the other lads had returned from their camping at the time of the
removal of the family party from 'Sconset to Nantucket Town.

On the conclusion of his narrative the captain pronounced it breakfast
time, and they returned to the house.

After breakfast, as nearly the whole party were gathered upon the porch,
discussing the question what should be the amusements of the day, a near
neighbor with whom they had some acquaintance, ran in to ask if they
would join a company who were going over to Shimmo to have a clam-bake.

"The name of the place is new to me," remarked Mr. Dinsmore. "Is it a
town, Mrs. Atwood?"

"Oh, no," replied the lady, "there is only one dwelling; a farmhouse
with its barns and other out-houses comprises the whole place. It is on
the shore of the harbor some miles beyond Nantucket Town. It is a
pleasant spot, and I think we shall have an enjoyable time; particularly
if I can persuade you all to go."

"A regular New England clam-bake!" said Elsie, "I should really like to
attend one, and am much obliged for your invitation, Mrs. Atwood; as we
all are, I am sure."

No one felt disposed to decline the invitation, and it was soon settled
that all would go.

The clam-bake was to occupy only the afternoon; so they would have time
to make all necessary arrangements, and for the customary surf and
still baths.

Mrs. Atwood had risen to take leave. "Ah," she said, "I was near
forgetting something I meant to say: we never dress for these
expeditions, but, on the contrary, wear the oldest and shabbiest dresses
we have; considering them altogether the most suitable to the occasion,
as then we need not be troubled if they should be wet with spray or
soiled by contact with seaweed, grass, or anything else."

"A very sensible custom," Mrs. Dinsmore responded, "and one which we
shall all probably follow."

Mrs. Atwood had hardly reached the gate when Lulu, turning to her father
with a very discontented face, exclaimed, "I don't want to wear a shabby
old dress! Must I, papa?"

"You will wear whatever your Grandma Elsie or mamma directs," he
answered, giving her a warning look. Then motioning her to come close to
his side, he whispered in her ear, "I see that you are inclined to be
ill-tempered and rebellious again, as I feared you would, when I learned
that you had begun the day without a prayer for help to do and feel
right. Go, now, to your room and ask it."

"You needn't fret, Lu; you don't own a dress that any little girl ought
to feel ashamed to wear," remarked Betty, as the child turned to obey.

"And we are all going to wear the very worst we have here with us, I
presume," added Zoe; "at least such is my intention."

"Provided your husband approves," whispered Edward sportively.

"Anyhow," she answered, drawing herself up in pretended offence; "can't
a woman do as she pleases even in such trifles?"

"Ah I but it is the privileges of a child-wife which are under
discussion now,"

"Now, sir, after that you shall just have the trouble of telling me what
to wear," said Zoe, rising from the couch where they had been sitting
side by side; "come along and choose."

Lulu was in the room where she slept, obeying her father's order so far
as outward actions went; but there was little more than lip-service in
the prayer she offered, for her thoughts were wandering upon the subject
of dress, and ways and means for obtaining permission to wear what she
wished that afternoon.

By the time she had finished "saying her prayers," she had also reached
a conclusion as to her best plan for securing the desired privilege.

Grandma Elsie was so very kind and gentle that there seemed more hope of
moving her than any one else; so to her she went, and, delighted to find
her comparatively alone, no one being near enough to overhear a
low-toned conversation, began at once:

"Grandma Elsie, I want to wear a white dress to the clam-bake; and I
think it would be suitable, because the weather is very warm, and white
will wash, so that it would not matter if I did get it soiled."

"My dear child, it is your father's place to decide what concerns his
children, when he is with them," Elsie said, drawing the little girl to
her and smoothing her hair with soft, caressing touch.

"Yes, ma'am; but he says you and Mamma Vi are to decide this. So if you
will only say I may wear the white dress, he will let me. Won't you,

"If your father is satisfied with your choice I shall certainly raise no
objection; nor will your mamma, I am quite sure."

"Oh, thank you, ma'am!" and Lulu ran off gleefully in search of her

She found him on the veranda, busied with the morning paper, and to her
satisfaction, he too was alone.

"What is it, daughter?" he asked, glancing from his paper to her
animated, eager face.

"About what I am to wear this afternoon, papa. I would like to wear the
white dress I had on yesterday evening, and Grandma Elsie does not
object, and says she knows Mamma Vi will not, if you say I may."

"Did she say she thought it a suitable dress?" he asked gravely.

Lulu hung her head. "No, sir; she didn't say that she did or she

"Go and ask her the question."

Lulu went back and asked it.

"No, my child, I do not," Elsie answered. "It is very unlikely that any
one else will be in white or anything at all dressy, and you will look
overdressed, which is in very bad taste; besides, though the weather
seems warm enough for such thin material here on shore, it will be a
great deal cooler on the water; and should the waves or spray come
dashing over us, you would find your dress clinging to you like a wet
rag--neither beauty nor comfort in it."

"I could wear a waterproof over it while we are sailing," said Lulu.

"Even that might not prove a perfect protection," Elsie replied. "I
think, my dear, you will do well to content yourself to wear your
travelling dress, which is of a light woollen material, neat without
being too dressy, and of a color that will not show every little soil.
And it is as good and handsome as the dress I shall wear or as Rosie,
and probably any one else, will have on."

"But you can choose for yourself, Grandma Elsie, and I wish I could."

"That is one of the privileges of older years," Elsie answered
pleasantly. "I was considerably older than you are before I was allowed
to select my own attire. But I repeat that I shall not raise the
slightest objection to your wearing anything your father is willing to
see on you."

Lulu's hopes were almost gone, but she would make one more effort.

She went to her father, and putting her arms round his neck, begged in
her most coaxing tones for the gratification of her wish.

"What did your Grandma Elsie say?" he asked.

Lulu faithfully, though with no little reluctance, repeated every word
Elsie had said to her on the subject.

"I entirely agree with her," said the captain; "so entirely that even
had she found no objection to urge against it, I should have forbidden
you to wear the dress."

Lulu heard him with a clouded brow; in fact, the expression of her face
was decidedly sullen. Her father observed it with sorrow and concern.

"Sit down here till I am ready to talk to you," he said, indicating a
chair close at his side.

Lulu obeyed, sitting quietly there while he finished his paper. Throwing
it aside at length, he took her hand and drew her in between his knees,
putting an arm about her waist.

"My little daughter," he said, in his usual kind tone, "I am afraid you
care too much for dress and finery. What I desire for you is that you
may 'be clothed with humility,' and have 'the ornament of a meek and
quiet spirit, which is, in the sight of God, of great price.'"

"I never can have that, papa, for it isn't a bit like me," she said,
with a sort of despairing impatience and disgust at herself.

"No, that is too true; it is not like you as you are by nature--the evil
nature inherited from me; but God is able to change that, to give you a
clean heart and renew within you a right spirit. Jesus is a Saviour from
sin (He saves none in their sins), and He is able to save to the
uttermost, able to take away the very last remains of the old corrupt
nature with which we were born.

"Oh, my child, seek His help to fight against it and to overcome! It
grieves me more than I can express to see you again showing an unlovely,
wilful temper."

"Oh, papa, don't be grieved," she said, throwing her arms round his neck
and pressing her lips to his cheek. "I will be good and wear whatever
I'm told; look pleasant about it too, for indeed I do love you too well
to want to grieve you and spoil your pleasure."

"Ah, that is my own dear little girl," he answered, returning her

The sullen expression had vanished from her face and it wore its
brightest look, yet it clouded again the next moment, but with sorrow,
not anger, as she sighed, "Oh! if you were always with us, papa, I think
I might grow good at last; but I need your help so much, and you are
gone more than half the time."

"Your heavenly Father is never gone, daughter, and will never turn a
deaf ear to a cry for strength to resist temptation to sin. He says, 'In
me is thine help.'

"And we are told, 'God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be
tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a
way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.'"

In the mean time Mrs. Dinsmore, who from choice took most of the
housekeeping cares, was ordering an early dinner and various baskets of
provisions for the picnic.

As the family sat down to the table, these last were being conveyed on
board a yacht lying at the little pier near the bathing-place below the
cliffs; and almost immediately upon finishing their meal, all, old and
young, trooped down the stairways, across the sandy beach, and were
themselves soon aboard the vessel.

Others of the company were already seated in it, and the rest following
a few minutes later, and the last basket of provisions being safely
stowed away in some safe corner of the craft, they set sail, dragging at
their stern a dory in which was a large quantity of clams in the shell.

It was a bright day, and a favorable breeze sent the yacht skimming over
the water at an exhilarating rate of speed. All hearts seemed light,
every face was bright, not excepting Lulu's, though she was attired in
the plain colored dress recommended by Grandma Elsie.

There was no greater display of finery than a knot of bright ribbon, on
the part of even the gayest young girl present. Betty wore a black
bunting--one of her school dresses--with a cardinal ribbon at the
throat; Zoe the brown woollen that had for her such mingled associations
of pain and pleasure, and looked wonderfully sweet and pretty in it,
Edward thought.

They sat side by side, and Betty, watching them furtively, said to
herself, "They are for all the world just like a pair of lovers yet,
though they have been married over a year."

Then turning her attention first to Violet and Captain Raymond, then
upon her Aunt and Uncle Dinsmore, she came to the same conclusion in
regard to them also.

"And it was just so with cousin Elsie and her husband," she mused. "I
can remember how devoted they were to each other. But she seems very
happy now, and she well may be, with father, sons and daughters all so
devoted to her. And she's so rich too; never has to consider how to make
one dollar do the work of two; a problem I am so often called upon to
solve. In fact, it is to her and uncle, Bob and I owe our education, and
pretty much everything we have.

"I don't envy her her money, but I do the love that has surrounded her
all her life. She never knew her own mother, to be sure, but her father
petted and fondled her as a child, and was father and mother both to
her, I've often heard her say; while mine died before I was born, and
mother lost her reason when I was a little thing."

But Betty was not much given to melancholy musing, or indeed to musing
of any kind; a passing sail presently attracted her attention and turned
her thoughts into a new channel.

And soon, the wind and tide being favorable, the yacht drew near her

There was no wharf, but the passengers were taken to the shore, a few at
a time, in the dory. It also landed provision baskets and the clams.

Those ladies and gentlemen to whom clam-bakes were a new experience
watched with interest the process of cooking the bivalves.

A pit of suitable size for the quantity to be prepared was made in the
sand, the bottom covered with stones; it was then heated by a fire
kindled in it, the brands were removed, seaweed spread over the stones,
the clams poured in, abundance of seaweed piled over and about them, a
piece of an old sail put over that, and they were left to bake or steam,
while another fire was kindled near by, and a large tin bucket, filled
with water, set on it to boil for making coffee.

While some busied themselves with these culinary operations, others
repaired to the dwelling, which stood some little distance back from the
beach, the ground sloping gently away from it to the water's edge.

The lady of the house met them at the door, and hospitably invited them
to come in and rest themselves in her parlor, or sit on the porch; and
understanding their errand to the locality, not only gave ready
permission for their table to be spread in the shade of her house, but
offered to lend anything they might require in the way of utensils.

Accepting her offer, they set to work, the men making a rough sort of
impromptu table with some boards, and the ladies spreading upon it the
contents of the provision baskets.

Mrs. Dinsmore, Elsie and the younger ladies of their party, offered to
assist in these labors, but were told that they were considered guests,
and must be content to look on or wander about and amuse themselves.

There was not much to be seen but grassy slopes destitute of tree or
shrub, and the harbor and open sea beyond.

They seated themselves upon the porch of the dwelling-house, while
Captain Raymond and the younger members of their family party wandered
here and there about the place.

There seemed to be some sport going on among the cooks--those engaged in
preparing the coffee.

Lulu hurried toward them to see what it was about, then came running
back to her father, who stood a little farther up the slope, with Grace
clinging to his hand.

"Oh!" she said with a face of disgust, "I don't mean to drink any of
that coffee; why, would you believe it, they stirred it with a poker?"

"Did they?" laughed the captain; "they might have done worse. I presume
that was used for lack of a long enough spoon. We must not be too
particular on such occasions as this."

"But you won't drink any of it, will you, papa?"

"I think it altogether likely I shall."

"Why, papa! coffee that was stirred with a dirty poker?"

"We will suppose the poker was not very dirty," he said, with a
good-humored smile; "probably there was nothing worse on it than a
little ashes, which, diffused through so large a quantity of liquid,
could harm no one."

"Must I drink it if they offer me a cup?"

"No; there need be no compulsion about it; indeed, I think it better for
a child of your age not to take coffee at all."

"But you never said I shouldn't, papa."

"No; because you had formed the habit in my absence, and, as I am not
sure that it is a positive injury to you, I have felt loath to deprive
you of the pleasure."

"You are so kind, papa," she said, slipping her hand into his and
looking up affectionately into his face. "But I will give up coffee if
you want me to. I like it, but I can do without it."

"I think milk is far more wholesome for you," he said, with a smile of
pleased approval. "I should like you to make that your ordinary beverage
at meals, but I do not forbid an occasional cup of coffee."

"Thank you, papa," she returned. "Grandma Elsie once told me that when
she was a little girl her father wouldn't allow her to drink coffee at
all, or to eat any kind of hot cakes or rich sweet cake; and oh I don't
know how many things that she liked he wouldn't let her have. I don't
think he was half as nice a father as ours; do you, Gracie?"

"'Course I don't, Lu; I just think we've got the very best in the whole
world," responded Grace, laying her cheek affectionately against the
hand that held hers in its strong, loving clasp.

"That is only because he is your own, my darlings," the captain said,
smiling down tenderly upon them.

A lady had drawn near, and now said, "Supper is ready, Captain Raymond;
will you bring your little girls and come to the table?"

"Thank you; we will do so with pleasure," he said, following her as she
led the way.

The table, covered with a snow-white cloth and heaped with tempting
viands, presented a very attractive appearance.

The clams were brought on after the most of the company were seated,
with their coffee and bread and butter before them. They were served hot
from the fire and the shell, in neat paper trays, and eaten with melted
butter. Eaten thus they make a dish fit for a king.

By the time that all appetites were satisfied, the sun was near his
setting, and it was thought best to return without delay.

On repairing to the beach, they found the tide so low that even the dory
could not come close to dry land; so the ladies and children were
carried through the water to the yacht. This gave occasion for some

"You must carry me, Ned, if I've got to be carried," said Zoe; "I'm not
going to let anybody else do it."

"No; nor am I," he returned, gayly, picking her up and striding forward.
"I claim it as my especial privilege."

Mr. Dinsmore followed with his wife, then Captain Raymond with his.

"Get in, Mr. Dinsmore," said the captain, as they deposited their
burdens; "there is no occasion for further exertion on your part; I'll
bring mother."

"No, sir," said Edward, hurrying shoreward again, "that's my task; you
have your children to take care of."

"Your mother is my child, Ned, and I think I shall take care of her,"
Mr. Dinsmore said, hastening back to the little crowd still at the
water's edge.

"We will have to let her decide which of us shall have the honor," said
the captain.

"That I won't," Mr. Dinsmore said, laughingly, stepping to his
daughter's side and taking her in his arms.

"Now, you two may take care of the younger ones," he added, with a
triumphant glance at his two rivals.

"Ah, Ned, we are completely outwitted," laughed the captain.

"Yes; with grandpa about one can't get half a chance to wait upon
mother. Betty, shall I have the honor and pleasure of conveying you
aboard of yonder vessel?"

"Yes, thank you; I see Harold and Herbert are taking Rosie and Walter,"
she said. "But I warn you that I am a good deal heavier than Zoe."

"Nevertheless, I think my strength will prove equal to the exertion," he
returned, as he lifted her from the ground.

Lulu and Grace stood together, hand in hand, Max on Gracie's other side.

"Take Gracie first, please, papa," said Lulu; "she is frightened, I

"Frightened?" he said, stooping to take her in his arms; "there is
nothing to be afraid of, darling. Do you think papa would leave you
behind or drop you into the water?"

"No; I know you wouldn't," she said, with a little nervous laugh, and
clinging tightly about his neck.

"Mayn't I wade out, papa?" Max called after him.

"Yes; but stay with your sister till I come for her."

"Where's my baby, Levis?" asked Violet, laughingly, as he set Grace down
by her side.

"The baby! Sure enough, where is it?" he exclaimed, with an anxious
glance toward the shore.

"Ah, there stands the nurse with it in her arms. You shall have it in
yours in a moment."

"Here's the baby, papa; please take her first; I don't mind waiting,"
said Lulu, as he stepped ashore again.

He gave her a pleased, approving look. "That is right; it will be but a
minute or two," he said, as he took the babe and turned away with it.

In a few minutes more, all the passengers were aboard, and they set
sail; but they had not gone far when it became evident that something
was amiss; they were making no progress.

"What is the matter?" asked several voices, and Violet looked
inquiringly at her husband.

"There is no cause for apprehension," he said; "we are aground, and may
possibly have to wait here for the turn of the tide; that's all."

"It's the lowest tide I ever saw," remarked the captain of the yacht;
"we'll have to lighten her; if some of the heaviest of you will get into
the dory, it will help."

Quite a number immediately volunteered to do so, among them Edward and
Zoe, Bob and Betty, Harold and Herbert. The dory was speedily filled,
and then, with a little more exertion the yacht was set afloat.

They moved out into deep water, and a gentle breeze wafted them
pleasantly toward their desired haven.

"Look at the sun, papa," Elsie said, gazing westward. "It has a very
peculiar appearance."

"Yes," he said, "it looks a good deal like a balloon; it's redness
obscured by that leaden-colored cloud. It is very near its setting; we
shall not get in till after dark."

"But that will not matter?"

"Oh, no; our captain is so thoroughly acquainted with his vessel, the
harbor and the wharf, that I have no doubt he would land us safely even
were it much darker than it will be."

Zoe and Edward, in the dory, were talking with a Nantucket lady, a Mrs.

"How do you like our island, and particularly our town?" she asked.

"Oh, ever so much!" said Zoe. "We have visited a good many
watering-places and sea-side resorts, but never one where there was so
much to see and to do; so many delightful ways of passing the time. I
think I shall vote for Nantucket again next year, when we are
considering where to pass the hot months."

"And I," said Edward, "echo my wife's sentiments on the subject under

"Your wife" the lady exclaimed, with a look of surprise.

"I took her to be your sister; you are both so very young in

"We are not very old," laughed Edward; "Zoe is but sixteen, but we have
been married a year."

"You have begun early; it is thought by some that early marriages are
apt to be the happiest, and I should think them likely to be, provided
the two are willing to conform their tastes and habits each to those of
the other. I trust you two have a long life of happiness before you."

"Thank you," they both said, Edward adding, "I think we are disposed to
accommodate ourselves to each other, and whether our lives be long or
short, our trials many or few, I trust we shall always find great
happiness in mutual sympathy, love and confidence."

The lady asked if they had seen all the places of interest on the
island, and in reply they named those they had seen.

"Have you been to Mrs. Mack's?" she asked.

"No, madam, we have not so much as heard of her existence," returned
Edward, sportively. "May I ask who and what she is?"

"Yes; she is the widow of a sea-captain, who has a collection of
curiosities which she keeps on exhibition, devoting the proceeds, so
she says, to benevolent purposes. She is an odd body; herself the
greatest curiosity she has to show, I think. You should visit her museum
by all means."

"We shall be happy to do so if you will kindly put us in the way of it,"
said Edward. "How shall we proceed in order to gain admittance?"

"If we can get up a party it will be easy enough; I shall then send her
word, and she will appoint the hour when she will receive us; she likes
to show her independence, and will not exhibit unless to a goodly

"I know of several visitors on the island who want to go, and if your
party will join with them there will be no difficulty."

"I think I can promise that we will," said Edward. "I will let you know
positively to-morrow morning."

"That will do nicely. Hark, they are singing aboard the yacht."

They listened in silence till the song was finished.

"I recognized most of the voices," Mrs. Fry remarked, "but two lovely
sopranos were quite new to me. Do you know the owners?" turning
smilingly to Edward.

"My mother and sister," he answered, with proud satisfaction.

"Naturally fine, and very highly cultivated," she said. "You must be
proud of them."

"I am," Edward admitted, with a happy laugh.

The sun was down and twilight had fairly begun. Grace, seated on her
father's knee, was gazing out over the harbor.

"See, papa, how many little lights close down to the water!" she said.

"Yes; they are lamps on the small boats that are sailing or rowing
about; they show them for safety from running into each other."

"And they look so pretty."

"Yes, so they do; and it is a sight one may have every evening from the
wharf. Shall I take you down there some evening and let you sit and
watch them as they come and go?"

"Oh, yes, do, papa; I think it would be so nice! And you would take Max
and Lulu too, wouldn't you?"

"If they should happen to want to go; there are benches on the wharf
where we can sit and have a good view. I think we will try it to-morrow
evening if nothing happens to prevent."

"Oh, I'm so glad! You are such a good, kind papa," she said,
delightedly, giving him a hug.

"The very best you have ever had, I suppose," he responded, with a
pleased laugh.

"Yes, indeed," she answered, naïvely, quite missing the point of his

On reaching home Edward and Zoe reported their conversation with the
lady in the dory, and asked, "Shall we not go?"

"I think so, by all means, since it is for benevolent objects," said

"Or anyhow, since we feel in duty bound to see all that is to be seen on
this island," said Captain Raymond.

No dissenting voice was raised, and when the next morning word came that
Mrs. Mack would exhibit that afternoon if a party were made up to
attend, they all agreed to go.

The distance was too great for ladies and children to walk, so carriages
were ordered. Captain Raymond and his family filled one.

"This is the street that oldest house is on," remarked Lulu, as they
turned a corner; "I mean that one we went to see; that has the big
horse-shoe on its chimney."

"What do they have that for, papa?" asked Grace.

"In old times when many people were ignorant and superstitious, it was
thought to be a protection from witches."

"Witches, papa? what are they?"

"I don't think there are any, really," he said, with a kindly smile into
the eagerly inquiring little face; "but in old times it was a very
common belief that there were people--generally some withered-up old
women--who had dealings with Satan, and were given power by him to
torment, or bring losses and various calamities upon any one whom they

"When you are a little older you shall hear more about it, and how that
foolish belief led to great crimes and cruelties inflicted upon many
innocent, harmless people. But now, while my Gracie is so young and
timid, I do not want her to know too much about such horrors."

"Yes, papa," she responded; "I won't try to know till you think I'm
quite old enough."

Several vehicles drew up at the same moment in front of Mrs. Mack's
door, and greetings and some introductions were exchanged on the
sidewalk and door-steps. Edward introduced his mother and Mrs. Fry to
each other, and the latter presented to them a Mrs. Glenn, who, she
said, was a native of Nantucket, but had only recently returned after an
absence of many years.

"Mrs. Mack knew me as a young girl," Mrs. Glenn remarked, "and I am
quite curious to see whether she will recognize me."

At that instant the door was opened in answer to their ring, and they
were invited to enter and walk into the parlor.

They found it comfortably furnished and neat as wax. Seating themselves
they waited patiently for some moments the coming of the lady of the

At length she made her appearance; a little old lady, neatly attired,
and with a pleasant countenance.

Mrs. Fry saluted her with a good-afternoon, adding, "I have brought some
friends with me to look at your curiosities. This lady," indicating Mrs.
Glenn, "you ought to know, as you were acquainted with her in her

"Do you know me, Mrs. Mack?" asked Mrs. Glenn, offering her hand.

"Yes, you look as natural as the pigs," was the rather startling reply;
accompanied, however, by a smile and cordial shake of the offered hand.

"Now, we'll take the money first to make sure of it," was the next
remark, addressed to the company in general.

"What is your admission fee?" asked Mr. Dinsmore, producing his

"Fifteen cents apiece."

"By no means exorbitant if your collection is worth seeing," he
returned, good-humoredly. "Never mind your purses, Elsie, Raymond, Ned,
I'll act as paymaster for the party."

The all-important business of collecting the entrance fees having been
duly attended to, Mrs. Mack led the way to an upper room where
minerals, shells, sharks' teeth, and various other curiosities and
relics were spread out upon tables and shelves, ranged along the sides
and in the centre of the apartment.

"Now," she said, "the first thing is to register your names. You must
all register. You begin," handing the book to Mr. Dinsmore, "you seem to
be the oldest."

"I presume I am," he said, dryly, taking the book and doing as he was
bidden. "Now, you, Raymond," passing it on to the captain, "we'll take
it for granted that you are next in age and importance."

"That's right, captain," laughed Betty, as he silently took the book and
wrote his name, "it wouldn't be at all polite to seem to think yourself
younger than any lady present."

"Of course not, Miss Betty; will you take your turn next?"

"Of course not, sir; do you mean to insinuate that I am older than Aunt
Rose?" she asked, passing the book on to Mrs. Dinsmore.

"Don't be too particular about going according to ages," said Mrs. Mack,
"it takes up too much time."

"You may write my name for me, Ned," said Zoe, when he took the book.

"Yes, write your sister's name for her; it'll do just as well," said
Mrs. Mack.

"But I'm not his sister," said Zoe.

"What, then? is he your lover?"

"No," Edward said, laughing, "we're husband and wife."

"You've begun young," she remarked, taking the book and passing it on;
"don't look as if you'd cut your wisdom teeth yet, either of you. When
the ladies have all registered, some of you grown folks had better do it
for the children."

Having seen all their names duly inscribed in her register, "Seat
yourselves," she said, waving her hand toward some benches and chairs.

Then, with the help of a half-grown girl, she set out a small circular
table, placed a box upon it, pushed up chairs and a bench or two, and
said, "Now, as many of you as can, come and sit round this table; the
others shall have their turn afterward."

When all the places were filled, she opened the box and took from it a
number of beautifully carved articles--napkin-rings, spoons, etc.

"Now, all take your turns in looking at this lovely carved work, while I
tell you its story," she said, "the story of how it came into my

"You see, my husband was a sea-captain, and upon one occasion, when he
was about setting sail for a long voyage, a young man, or lad--he was
hardly old enough to be called a man--came and asked to be taken as one
of the crew. He gave a name, but it wasn't his true name, inherited
from his father, as my husband afterward discovered. But not suspecting
anything wrong, he engaged the lad, and took him with him on the voyage.

"And the lad behaved well aboard the ship, and he used to carve
wonderfully well--as you may see by looking at these articles--just with
a jack-knife, and finally--keeping at it in his leisure moments--he made
all these articles, carving them out of sharks' teeth.

"You can see he must have had genius; hadn't he? and yet he'd run away
from home to go to sea, as my husband afterward had good reason to

She made a long story of it, spinning out her yarn until the first set
had examined the carved work to their satisfaction.

Then, "Reverse yourselves," she said, indicating by a wave of her hand,
that they were to give place at the table to the rest of the company.

When all had had an opportunity to examine the specimens of the lad's
skill, the young girl was ordered to restore them to the box, but first
to count them.

That last clause brought an amused smile to nearly every face in the
audience, but Lulu frowned, and muttered, "Just as if she thought we
would steal them!"

Next, Mrs. Mack began the circuit of the room, carrying a long slender
stick with which she pointed out those which she considered the most
interesting of her specimens or articles of virtu.

One of these last was a very large, very old-fashioned back-comb, having
a story with a moral attached, the latter recited in doggerel rhyme.

She had other stories, in connection with other articles, to tell in the
same way. In fact, so many and so long were they, that the listeners
grew weary and inattentive ere the exhibition was brought to a close.

The afternoon was waning when they left the house. As Captain Raymond
and his family drove into the heart of the town on their way home, their
attention was attracted by the loud ringing of a hand-bell, followed now
and again by noisy vociferation, in a discordant, man's voice.

"So the evening boat is in," remarked the captain.

"How do you know, papa?" asked Grace.

"By hearing the town-crier calling his papers; which could not have come
in any other way."

"What does he say, papa?" queried Lulu. "I have listened as intently as
possible many a time, but I never can make out more than a word or two,
sometimes not that."

"No more can I," he answered, with a smile; "it sounds to me like 'The
first news is um mum, and the second news is mum um mum, and the third
news is um um mum."

The children all laughed.

"Yonder he is, coming this way," said Max, leaning from the carriage

"Beckon to him," said the captain; "I want a paper."

Max obeyed; the carriage stopped, the crier drew near and handed up the
paper asked for.

"How much?" inquired the captain.

"Five cents, sir."

"Why, how is that? You asked me but three for yesterday's edition of
this same paper."

"More news in this one."

"Ah, you charge according to the amount of news, do you?" returned the
captain, laughing, and handing him a nickel.

"Yes, sir; I guess that's about the fair way," said the crier, hastily
regaining the sidewalk to renew the clang, clang of his bell and the "um
mum mum" of his announcement.


"Wave high your torches on each crag and cliff.
Let many lights blaze on our battlements;
Shout to them in the pauses of the storm,
And tell them there is hope."

--_Maturings "Bertram."_

The evening was cool, and our whole party were gathered in the parlor of
the cottage occupied by the Dinsmores and Travillas--games, fancy-work,
reading, and conversation making the time fly.

Edward and Zoe had drawn a little apart from the others, and were
conversing together in an undertone.

"Suppose we go out and promenade the veranda for a little," he said,
presently. "I will get you a wrap and that knit affair for your head
that I think so pretty and becoming."

"Crocheted," she corrected; "yes, I'm quite in the mood for a promenade
with my husband; and I'm sure the air outside must be delightful. But
you won't have to go farther than that stand in the corner for my

He brought them, wrapped the shawl carefully about her, and they went

Betty, looking after them, remarked aside to her Cousin Elsie, "How
lover-like they are still!"

"Yes," Elsie said, with a glad smile: "they are very fond of each other,
and it rejoices my heart to see it."

"And one might say exactly the same of the captain and Violet," pursued
Betty, in a lower tone, and glancing toward that couple, as they sat
side by side on the opposite sofa--Violet with her babe in her arms, the
captain clucking and whistling to it, while it cooed and laughed in his
face--Violet's ever-beautiful face more beautiful than its wont, with
its expression of exceeding love and happiness as her glance rested now
upon her husband and now upon her child.

"Yes," Elsie said again, watching them, with a joyous smile still
wreathing her lips and shining in her eyes; "and it is just so with my
dear Elsie and Lester. I am truly blest in seeing my children so well
mated and so truly happy."

"Zoe, little wife," Edward was saying, out on the veranda, "can you
spare me for a day or two?"

"Spare you, Ned? How do you mean?"

"I should like to join the boys--Bob, Harold, and Herbert--in a little
trip on a sailing vessel which leaves here early to-morrow morning and
will return on the evening of the next day or the next but one. I should
ask my little wife to go with us, but, unfortunately, the vessel has no
accommodations for ladies. What do you say, love? I shall not go without
your consent."

"Thank you, you dear boy, for saying that," she responded,
affectionately, squeezing the arm on which she leaned; "go if you want
to; I know I can't help missing the kindest and dearest husband in the
world, but I shall try to be happy in looking forward to the joy of
reunion on your return."

"That's a dear," he said, bending down to kiss the ruby lips. "It is a
great delight to meet after a short separation, and we should miss that
entirely if we never parted at all."

"But oh, Ned, if anything should happen to you!" she said, in a
quivering voice.

"Hush, hush, love," he answered, soothingly; "don't borrow trouble;
remember we are under the same protection on the sea as on the land, and
perhaps as safe on one as on the other."

"Yes; but when I am with you I share your danger, if there is any, and
that is what I wish; for oh, Ned, I couldn't live without you!"

"I hope you may never have to try it, my darling," he said, in tender
tones, "or I be called to endure the trial of having to live without
you; yet we can hardly hope to go together.

"But let us not vex ourselves with useless fears. We have the promise,
'As thy days, so shall thy strength be.' And we know that nothing can
befall us without the will of our Heavenly Father, whose love and
compassion are infinite. 'We know that all things work together for good
to them that love God.'"

"But if one is not at all sure of belonging to Him?" she said, in a
voice so low that he barely caught the words.

"Then the way is open to come to Him. He says, 'Come unto me.' 'Him that
cometh unto me, I will in no wise cast out.' The invitation is to you,
love, as truly as if addressed to you alone; as truly as if you could
hear His voice speaking the sweet words and see His kind eyes looking
directly at you.

"It is my ardent wish, my most earnest, constant prayer, that my beloved
wife may speedily learn to know, love, and trust in Him who is the Way,
the Truth, and the Life!"

"You are so good, Ned! I wish I were worthy of such a husband," she
murmured, half sighing as she spoke.

"Quite a mistake, Zoe," he replied, with unaffected humility; "to hear
you talk so makes me feel like a hypocrite. I haves no righteousness of
my own to plead, but, thanks be unto God, I may rejoice in the imputed
righteousness of Christ! And that may be yours, too, love, for the

"'Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it
shall be opened unto you.'

"They are the Master's own words; and He adds: 'For every one that
asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh
it shall be opened.'"

Meanwhile the contemplated trip of the young men was under discussion in
the parlor. "Dear me!" said Betty, who had just heard of it, "how much
fun men and boys do have! Don't you wish you were one of them, Lulu?"

"No, I don't," returned Lulu, promptly. "I'd like to be allowed to do
some of the things they do that we mustn't, but I don't want to be a

"That is right," said her father; "there are few things so unpleasant to
me as a masculine woman, who wishes herself a man and tries to ape the
stronger, coarser sex in dress and manners. I hope my girls will always
be content, and more than content, to be what God has made them."

"If you meant to hit me that time, captain," remarked Betty, in a lively
tone, "let me tell you it was a miserable failure, for I don't wish I
was a man, and never did. Coarse creatures, as you say--present company
always excepted--who would want to be one of them."

"I'd never have anything to do with one of them if I were in your place,
Bet," laughed her brother.

"Perhaps I shouldn't, only that they seem a sort of necessary evil," she
retorted. "But why don't you invite some of us ladies to go along?"

"Because you are _not_ necessary evils," returned her brother, with a
twinkle of fun in his eye.

"You should, one and all, have an invitation if we could make you
comfortable," said Harold, gallantly: "but the vessel has absolutely no
accommodations for ladies."

"Ah, then, you are excusable," returned Betty.

The young men left the next morning, after an early breakfast. Zoe and
Betty drove down to the wharf with them to see them off, and watched the
departing vessel till she disappeared from sight.

Zoe went home in tears, Betty doing her best to console her.

"Come, now, be a brave little woman; it's for only two or three days at
the farthest. Why, I'd never get married if I thought I shouldn't be
able to live so long without the fortunate man I bestowed my hand upon."

"Oh, you don't know anything about it, Betty!" sobbed Zoe. "Ned's all I
have in the world, and it's so lonesome without him! And then, how do I
know that he'll ever get back? A storm may come up and the vessel be

"That's just possible," said Betty, "and it's great folly to make
ourselves miserable over bare possibilities--things which may never

"Oh, you are a great deal too wise for me!" said Zoe, in disgust.

"Oh," cried Betty, "if it's a pleasure and comfort to you to be
miserable--to make yourself so by anticipating the worst--do so by all
means. I have heard of people who are never happy but when they are

"But I am not one of that sort," said Zoe, in an aggrieved tone. "I am
as happy as a lark when Ned is with me. Yes, and I'll show you that I
can be cheerful even without him."

She accordingly wiped her eyes, put on a smile, and began talking in a
sprightly way about the beauty of the sea as they looked upon it, with
its waves dancing and sparkling in the brilliant light of the morning

"What shall we do to-day?" queried Betty.

"Take a drive," said Zoe.

"Yes; I wish there was some new route or new place to go to."

"There's a pretty drive to the South Shore, that maybe you have not
tried yet," suggested the hackman.

"South Shore? That's another name for Surfside, isn't it?" asked Betty.

"It's another part of the same side of the island I refer to," he
answered. "It's a nice drive through the avenue of pines--a road the
lovers are fond of--and if the south wind blows, as it does this
morning, you have a fine surf to look at when you get there."

"If a drive is talked of to-day, let us propose this one, Zoe," said

"Yes; I dare say it is as pleasant as any we could take," assented Zoe.
"I wish Edward was here to go with us."

Elsie, with her usual thoughtfulness for others, had been considering
what could be done to prevent Zoe from feeling lonely in Edward's
absence. She saw the hack draw up at the door, and meeting the young
girls on the threshold with a bright face and pleasant smile: "You have
seen the boys off?" she said, half inquiringly. "The weather is so
favorable, that I think they can hardly fail to enjoy themselves

"Yes, mamma, I hope they will; but ah, a storm may come and wreck them
before they can get back," sighed Zoe, furtively wiping away a tear.

"Possibly; but we won't be so foolish as to make ourselves unhappy by
anticipating evils that may never come," was the cheery rejoinder. "The
Edna has a skilful captain, a good crew, and is doubtless entirely
seaworthy--at least so Edward assured me--and for the rest we must trust
in Providence.

"Come in, now, and let me give you each a cup of coffee. Your breakfast
with the boys was so early and so slight, that you may find appetite for
a supplement," she added, sportively, as she led the way into the cosey
little dining-room of the cottage, where they found a tempting repast
spread especially for them, the others having already taken their
morning meal.

"How nice in you, Cousin Elsie!" exclaimed Betty. "I wasn't expecting to
eat another breakfast, but I find a rapidly coming appetite; these
muffins and this coffee are so delicious."

"So they are," said Zoe. "I never knew anybody else quite so kindly
thoughtful as mamma."

"I think I know several," Elsie rejoined; "but it is very pleasant to be
so highly appreciated. Now, my dear girls, you will confer a favor if
you will tell me in what way I can make the day pass most pleasantly to

"Thank you, cousin. It is a delightful morning for a drive, I think,"
said Betty; then went on to repeat what their hackman had said of the
drive to the South Shore.

"It sounds pleasant. I think we will make up a party and try it," Elsie
said. "You would like it, Zoe?"

"Yes, mamma, better than anything I know of beside. The man says that
just there the beach has not been so thoroughly picked over for shells
and other curiosities, and we may be able to find some worth having."

No one had made any special plans for the day, so all were ready to fall
into this proposed by Zoe and Betty. Hacks were ordered--enough to hold
all of their party now at hand--and they started.

They found the drive all it had been represented. For some distance
their way lay along the bank of a long pond, pretty to look at and
interesting as connected with old times and ways of life on the island.
Their hackmen told them that formerly large flocks of sheep were raised
by the inhabitants, and this pond was one of the places where the sheep
were brought at a certain time of year to be washed and shorn. On
arriving at their destination, they found a long stretch of sandy beach,
with great thundering waves dashing upon it.

"Oh," cried Zoe and Betty, in delight, "it is like a bit of 'Sconset!"

"Look away yonder," said Lulu; "isn't that a fisherman's cart?"

"Yes," replied her father. "Suppose we go nearer and see what he is

"Oh, yes; do let us, papa!" cried Lulu, always ready to go everywhere
and see everything.

"You may run on with Max and Grace," he said; "some of us will follow

He turned and offered his arm to Violet. "It is heavy walking in this
deep sand; let me help you."

"Thank you; it is wearisome, and I am glad to have my husband's strong
arm to lean upon," she answered, smiling sweetly up into his eyes as she
accepted the offered aid.

The young girls and the children came running back to meet them. "He's
catching blue-fish," they announced; "he has a good many in his cart."

"Now, watch him, Mamma Vi; you haven't had a chance to see just such
fishing before," said Max. "See, he's whirling his drail; there! now he
has sent it far out into the water. Now he's hauling it in, and--oh yes,
a good big fish with it."

"What is a drail?" Violet asked.

"It is a hook with a long piece of lead above it covered with eel-skin,"
answered her husband.

"There it goes again!" she exclaimed. "It is a really interesting
sight, but rather hard work, I should think."

When tired of watching the fisherman, they wandered back and forth along
the beach in search of curiosities, picking up bits of sponge, rockweed,
seaweed, and a greater variety of shells than they had been able to find
on other parts of the shore which they had visited.

It was only when they had barely time enough left to reach home for a
late dinner that they were all willing to enter the carriages and be
driven away from the spot.

As they passed through the streets of the town, the crier was out with
his hand-bell.

"Oh yes! oh yes! all the windows to be taken out of the Athenaeum
to-day, and the Athenaeum to be elevated to-night."

After listening intently to several repetitions of the cry, they
succeeded in making it out.

"But what on earth does he mean?" exclaimed Betty.

"Ventilated, I presume," replied the captain. "There was an exhibition
there last night, and complaints were made that the room was close."

Toward evening of the next day our friends in the cliff cottages began
to look for the return of the Edna with the four young men of their
party. But night fell, and yet they had not arrived.

Elsie began to feel anxious, but tried not to allow her disturbance to
be perceived, especially by Zoe, who seemed restless and ill at ease,
going often out to the edge of the cliff and gazing long and intently
toward that quarter of the horizon where she had seen the Edna disappear
on the morning she sailed out of Nantucket harbor.

She sought her post of observation for the twentieth time just before
sunset, and remained there till it grew too dark to see much beyond the
line of breakers along the shore below.

Turning to re-enter the house, she found Captain Raymond standing by her

"O captain," she cried, "isn't it time the Edna was in?"

"I rather supposed they would be in a little earlier than this, but am
not at all surprised that they are not," he answered, in a cheery tone.
"Indeed, it is quite possible that they may not get in till to-morrow.
When they left it was uncertain that they would come back to-day. So, my
good sister, I think we have no cause for anxiety."

"Then I shall try not to be anxious," she said; "but it seems like a
month since I parted from Ned, and it's a sore disappointment not to see
him to-night. I don't know how Vi stands your long absences, captain."

"Don't you suppose it's about as hard for me as for her, considering
how charming she is?" he asked, lightly.

"Perhaps it is; but men don't live in their affections as women do; love
is only half the world to the most loving of them, I verily believe,
while it's all the world to us."

"There is some truth in that," he acknowledged; "we men are compelled to
give much time and thought to business, yet many of us are ardent lovers
or affectionate husbands. I, for one, am extremely fond of wife and

"Yes, I am sure of it, and quite as sure that Ned is very fond of me."

"There isn't a doubt of it. I think I have never seen a happier couple
than you seem to be, or than Leland and his Elsie; yet Violet and I will
not yield the palm to either of you."

"And was there ever such a mother-in-law as mamma?" said Zoe. "I don't
remember my own mother very distinctly, but I do not believe I could
have loved her much better than I do Edward's mother."

"Words would fail me in an attempt to describe all her excellences," he
responded. "Well, Lulu, what is it?" as the child came running toward

"Tea is ready, papa, and Grandma Rose says 'please come to it.'"

Shortly after leaving the table, the captain, noticing that Zoe seemed
anxious and sad, offered to go into the town and inquire if anything had
been seen or heard of the Edna.

"Oh, thank you," she said, brightening; "but won't you take me along?"

"Certainly, if you think you will not find the walk too long and

"Not a bit," she returned, hastily donning hat and shawl.

"Have you any objection to my company, Levis?" Violet asked, with
sportive look and tone.

"My love, I shall be delighted, if you feel equal to the exertion," he
answered, with a look of pleasure that said more than the words.

"Quite," she said. "Max, I know you like to wait on me; will you please
bring my hat and shawl from the bedroom there?"

"Yes, indeed, with pleasure, Mamma Vi," the boy answered, with alacrity,
as he hastened to obey.

"Three won't make as agreeable a number for travelling the sidewalks as
four, and I ought to be looking out for Bob," remarked Betty; "so if
anybody will ask me to go along perhaps I may consent."

"Yes, do come," said Zoe. "I'll take you for my escort."

"And we will walk decorously behind the captain and Vi, feeling no fear
because under the protection of his wing," added the lively Betty. "But
do you think, sir, you have the strength and ability to protect three
helpless females?" she asked, suddenly wheeling round upon him.

"I have not a doubt I can render them all the aid and protection they
are at all likely to need in this peaceful, law-abiding community," he
answered, with becoming gravity, as he gave his arm to his wife, and led
the way from the house.

"It is a rather lonely but by no means dangerous walk, Cousin Betty," he
added, holding the gate open for her and the others to pass out.

"Lonely enough for me to indulge in a moderate amount of fun and
laughter, is it not, sir?" she returned, in an inquiring tone.

She seemed full of life and gayety, while Zoe was unusually quiet.

They walked into the town and all the way down to the wharf; but the
Edna was not there, nor could they hear any news of her. Zoe seemed full
of anxiety and distress, though the others tried to convince her there
was no occasion for it.

"Come, come, cheer up, little woman," the captain said, seeing her eyes
fill with tears. "If we do not see or hear from them by this time
to-morrow night, we may begin to be anxious; but till then there is
really no need."

"There, Zoe, you have an opinion that is worth something, the captain
being an experienced sailor," remarked Betty. "So thry to be aisy, my
dear, and if ye can't be aisy, be as aisy as ye can!"

Zoe laughed faintly at Betty's jest; then, with a heroic effort, put on
an air of cheerfulness, and contributed her full quota to the sprightly
chat on the homeward walk.

She kept up her cheerful manner till she had parted from the rest for
the night, but wet her solitary pillow with tears ere her anxiety and
loneliness were forgotten in sleep.

Her spirits revived with the new day, for the sun rose clear and bright,
the sea was calm, and she said to herself, "Oh, surely the Edna will
come in before night, and Ned and I will be together again!"

Many times that day both she and his mother scanned intently the wide
waste of waters, and watched with eager eyes the approach of some
distant sail, hoping it might prove the one they looked and longed for.

But their hopes were disappointed again and again; noon passed, and the
Edna was not in sight.

"Mamma, what can be keeping them?" sighed Zoe, as the two stood together
on the brow of the hill, still engaged in their fruitless search.

"Not necessarily anything amiss," Elsie answered. "You remember that
when they went it was quite uncertain whether they would return earlier
than to-night; so let us not suffer ourselves to be uneasy because they
are not yet here."

"I am ashamed of myself," Zoe said. "I wish I could learn to be as
patient and cheerful as you are, mamma."

"I trust you will be more so by the time you are my age," Elsie said,
putting an arm about Zoe's waist and drawing her close, with a tender
caress. "I still at times feel the risings of impatience; I have not
fully learned to 'let patience have her perfect work.'

"There is an old proverb, 'A watched pot never boils,'" she added, with
sportive look and tone. "Suppose we seat ourselves in the veranda yonder
and try to forget the Edna for awhile in an interesting story. I have a
new book which looks very interesting, and has been highly commended in
some of the reviews. We will get papa to read it aloud to us while we
busy ourselves with our fancy-work. Shall we not?"

Zoe assented, though with rather an indifferent air, and they returned
to the house.

Mr. and Mrs. Dinsmore, the only ones they found there, the others being
all down on the beach, fell readily into the plan; the book and the work
were brought out, and the reading began.

It was a good, well-told story, and even Zoe presently became thoroughly

Down on the beach Violet and the captain sat together in the sand, he
searching sea and sky with a spyglass.

She noticed a look of anxiety creeping over his face.

"What is it, Levis?" she asked.

"I fear there is a heavy storm coming," he said. "I wish with all my
heart the Edna was in. But I trust they have been wise enough not to put
out to sea and are safe in harbor some where."

"I hope so, indeed," she responded, fervently, "for we have much
precious freight aboard of her. But the sky does not look very
threatening to me, Levis."

"Does it not? I wish I could say the same. But, little wife, are you
weatherwise or otherwise?" he asked, laughingly.

"Not wise in any way except as I may lay claim to the wisdom of my other
half," she returned, adopting his sportive tone.

"Ah," she exclaimed the next moment, "I, too, begin to see some
indications of a storm; it is growing very dark yonder in the

Betty came hurrying up, panting and frightened. "O captain, be a dear,
good man, and say you don't think we are to have a storm
directly--before Bob and the rest get safe to shore!"

"I should be glad to oblige you, Betty," he said, "but I cannot say
that; and what would it avail if I did? Could my opinion stay the

"Zoe will be frightened to death about Edward," she said, turning her
face seaward again as she spoke, and gazing with tear-dimmed eyes at the
black, threatening cloud fast spreading from horizon to zenith, "and
I--oh, Bob is nearer to me than any other creature on earth!"

"Let us hope for the best, Betty," the captain said, kindly; "it is
quite possible, perhaps I might say probable, that the Edna is now lying
at anchor in some safe harbor, and will stay there till this storm is

"Oh, thank you for telling me that!" she cried. "I'll just try to
believe it is so and not fret, though it would pretty nearly kill me if
anything should happen to Bob. Still, it will do no good to fret."

"Prayer would do far more," said Violet, softly--"prayer to Him whom
even the winds and the sea obey. But isn't it time to go in, Levis? the
storm seems to be coming up so very fast."

"Yes," he said, rising and helping her to get on her feet. "Where are
the children?"

"Yonder," said Betty, nodding in their direction. "I'll tell them--shall

"No, thank you; you and Violet hurry on to the house as fast as you can;
I will call the children, follow with them, and probably overtake you in
time to help you up the stairs."

Before they were all safely housed, the wind had come down upon them and
was blowing almost a gale. It was with considerable difficulty the
captain succeeded in getting them all up the long steep flights of
stairs by which they must reach the top of the cliff.

About the time they started for the house the party on the veranda
became aware that a storm was rising.

Zoe saw it first, and dropped her work in her lap with the cry, "Oh, I
knew it would be so! I just knew it! A dreadful storm is coming, and the
Edna will be wrecked, and Edward will drown. I shall never see him

The others were too much startled and alarmed at the moment to notice
her wild words or make any reply. They all rose and hurried into the
house, and Mr. Dinsmore began closing windows and doors.

"The children, papa!" cried Elsie; "they must be down on the beach,

"The captain is with them, and I will go to their assistance," he
replied, before she could finish her sentence.

He rushed out as he spoke, to return the next moment with Walter in his
arms and the rest closely following.

"These are all safe, and for the others I must trust the Lord," Elsie
said softly to herself as her father set Walter down, and she drew the
child to her side.

But her cheek was very pale, and her lips trembled as she pressed them
to the little fellow's forehead.

He looked up wonderingly. "Mamma, what is the matter? You're not afraid
of wind and thunder?"

"No, dear; but I fear for your brothers out on this stormy sea," she
whispered in his ear. "Pray for them, darling, that if God will, they
may reach home in safety."

"Yes, mamma, I will; and I believe He'll bring them. Is it 'cause Ned's
in the ship Zoe's crying so?"

"Yes; I must try to comfort her." And putting him gently aside, Elsie
went to her young daughter-in-law, who had thrown herself upon a couch,
and with her head pillowed on its arm, her face hidden in her hands, was
weeping and sobbing as if her heart would break.

"Zoe, love," Elsie said, kneeling at her side and putting her arms about
her, "do not despair. 'Behold, the Lord's hand is not shortened that it
cannot save; neither His ear heavy that it cannot hear.'"

"No, but--He does let people drown; and oh, I can never live without my

"Dear child, there is no need to consider that question till it is
forced upon you. Try, dear one, to let that alone, and rest in the
promise, 'As thy days, so shall thy strength be.'"

The captain had drawn near, and was standing close beside them.

"Mother has given you the best of advice, my little sister," he said, in
his kind, cheery way; "and for your further comfort let me say that it
is altogether likely the Edna is safe in harbor somewhere. I think they
probably perceived the approach of the storm in season to be warned not
to put out to sea till it should be over."

"Do you really think so, captain?" she asked, lifting her head to wipe
away her tears.

He assured her that he did; and thinking him a competent judge of what
seamen would be likely to do in such an emergency, she grew calm for a
time, though her face was still sad; and till darkness shut out the
sight, she cast many an anxious glance from the window upon the raging

"If not in harbor, they must be in great peril?" Mr. Dinsmore remarked,
aside, and half inquiringly, to the captain.

"Yes, sir; yes, indeed. I am far more anxious than I should like to own
to their mother, Zoe, or Violet."

It was near their tea hour when the storm burst; they gathered about the
table as usual, but there was little eating done except by the children,
and the meal was not enlivened, as was customary with them, by cheerful,
sprightly chat, though efforts in that direction were not wanting on the
part of several of their number.

The storm raged on with unabated fury, and Zoe, as she listened to the
howling of the wind and the deafening thunder peals, grew wild with
terror for her husband. She could not be persuaded to go to bed, even
when her accustomed hour for retiring was long past, but would sit in
her chair, moaning, "O Ned! Ned! my husband, my dear, dear husband! Oh,
if I could only do anything to help you! My darling, my darling! you are
all I have, and I can't live without you!" then spring up and pace the
floor, sobbing, wringing her hands, and sometimes, as a fierce blast
shook the cottage or a more deafening thunder peal crashed over-head,
even shrieking out in terror and distress.

In vain Elsie tried to soothe and quiet her with reassuring, comforting
words or caresses and endearments.

"Oh, I can't bear it!" she cried again and again. "Ned is all I have,
and it will kill me to lose him. Nobody can know how I suffer at the
very thought."

"My dear," Elsie said, with a voice trembling with emotion, "you forget
that Edward is my dearly loved son, and that I have two others, who are
no less dear to their mother's heart, on board that vessel."

"Forgive me, mamma," Zoe sobbed, taking Elsie's hand and dropping tears
and kisses upon it. "I did forget, and it was very shameful, for you are
so kind and loving to me, putting aside your own grief and anxiety to
help me in bearing mine. But how is it yon can be so calm?"

"Because, dear, I am enabled to stay my heart on God, my Almighty
Friend, my kind, wise, Heavenly Father. Listen, love, to these sweet
words: 'O Lord God of hosts, who is a strong Lord like unto Thee? or to
thy faithfulness round about Thee? Thou rulest the roaring of the sea:
when the waves thereof arise, Thou stillest them.'"

"They are beautiful," said Betty, who sat near, in a despondent
attitude, her elbow on her knee, her cheek in her hand. "Oh, Cousin
Elsie, I would give all the world for your faith, and to be able to find
the comfort and support in Bible promises and teachings that you do!"

The outer door opened, and Mr. Dinsmore and Captain Raymond came in,
their waterproof coats dripping with rain.

They had been out on the edge of the cliff taking an observation, though
it was little they could see through the darkness; but occasionally the
lightning's lurid flash lit up the scene for a moment, and afforded a
glimpse of the storm-tossed deep.

"Be comforted, ladies," the captain said; "there are at least no signs
of any vessel in distress; if any such were near, she would undoubtedly
be firing signal-guns. So I think we may hope my conjecture that our
boys are safe in harbor somewhere, is correct."

"And the storm is passing over," said Mr. Dinsmore; "the thunder and
lightning have almost ceased."

"But the wind has not fallen, and that is what makes the great danger,
grandpa, isn't it?" asked Zoe. "Oh, hark, what was that? I heard a step
and voice!" And rushing to the outer door as she spoke, she threw it
open, and found herself in her husband's arms.

"O Ned, Ned!" she cried, in a transport of joy, "is it really you? Oh, I
thought I should never see you again, you dear, dear, _dear_ boy!"

She clung round his neck, and he held her close, with many a caress and
endearing word, drawing her a little to one side to let his brothers
step past them and embrace the tender mother, who wept for joy as she
received them, almost as if restored to her from the very gates of

"There, love, I must let you go while I take off this dripping coat,"
Edward said, at length, releasing Zoe. "How wet I have made you! I fear
your pretty dress is quite spoiled," he added, with a tender, regretful

"That's nothing," she answered, with a gay laugh; "you'll only have to
buy me another, and you've plenty of money."

"Plenty to supply all the wants of my little wife, I hope."

"Ah, mother dear," as he threw aside his wet overcoat and took her in
his arms, "were you alarmed for the safety of your three sons?"

"Yes, indeed I was," she said, returning his kisses; "and I feel that I
have great cause for thankfulness in that you are all brought back to me
unharmed. 'Oh, that men would praise the Lord for His goodness and for
His wonderful works to the children of men!'"

Betty had started up on the entrance of her cousins, glancing eagerly
from one dripping figure to another, then staggered back and leaned,
pale and trembling, against the wall. In the excitement no one had
noticed her, but now she exclaimed, in tremulous accents, and catching
her breath, "Bob--my brother; where is he?"

"O Betty," Harold answered, turning hastily at the sound of her voice,
"forgive our thoughtlessness in not explaining that at once! Bob went to
a hotel; he said we could bring the news of his safety and our own, and
it wasn't worth while for him to travel all the way up here through the

"No, of course not; I wouldn't have had him do so," she returned, with a
sigh of relief, her face resuming its wonted gayety of expression; "but
I'm mighty glad he's safe on terra firma."

"But your story, boys; let us have it," said Mr. Dinsmore.

"Yes, we _have_ a story, grandpa," said Edward, with emphasis and
excitement; "but Harold should tell it; he could do it better than I."

"No, no," Harold said; "you are as good a story-teller as I."

"There!" laughed Herbert. "I believe I'll have to do it myself, or with
your extreme politeness to each other you'll keep the audience waiting
all night.

"The storm came suddenly upon us when we were about half way home, or
maybe something more; and it presently became evident that we were in
imminent danger of wreck. The captain soon concluded that our only
chance was in letting the Edna drive right before the wind, which would
take us in exactly the direction we wished to pursue, but with rather
startling celerity; and that was what he did.

"She flew over the water like a wild winged bird, and into the harbor
with immense velocity. Safely enough, though, till we were there, almost
at the wharf, when we struck against another vessel anchored near, and
actually cut her in two, spilling the crew into the water."

"Don't look so horrified, mother dear," said Harold, as Herbert paused
for breath; "no one was drowned, no one even hurt."

"Barring the wetting and the fright, as the Irish say," added Edward.

"But the latter was a real hurt," said Harold; "for the cry they sent up
as they made the sudden, involuntary plunge from their berths, where
they were probably asleep at the moment of collision, into the cold,
deep water of the harbor, was something terrible to hear."

"Enough to curdle one's blood," added Herbert.

"And you are quite sure all were picked up?" asked Elsie, her sweet face
full of pity for the unfortunate sufferers.

"Yes, mother, quite sure," answered Edward; "the captain of the craft
said, in my hearing, that no one was missing."

"And the captain of the other will probably have pretty heavy damages to
pay," remarked Mr. Dinsmore.

"I presume so," said Edward; "but even that would be far better than
the loss of his vessel, with all the lives of those on board."

"Money could not pay for those last," Elsie said, low and tremulously,
as she looked at her three tall sons through a mist of unshed tears;
"and I will gladly help the Edna's captain to meet the damages incurred
in his efforts to save them."

"Just like you, mother," Edward said, giving her a look of proud, fond

"I entirely approve, and shall be ready to contribute my share," said
her father. "But it is very late, or rather early--long past
midnight--and we should be getting to bed. But let us first unite in a
prayer of thanksgiving to our God for all His mercies, especially
this--that our dear boys are restored to us unharmed."

They knelt, and led by him, all hearts united in a fervent outpouring of
gratitude and praise to the Giver of all good.


"Hitherto hath the Lord helped us."--1 SAMUEL 7:12.

It was a lovely Sabbath afternoon, still and bright; Elsie sat alone on
the veranda, enjoying the beauty of the sea and the delicious breeze
coming from it. She had been reading, and the book lay in her lap, one
hand resting upon the open page; but she was deep in meditation, her
eyes following the restless movements of the waves that, with the rising
tide, dashed higher and higher upon the beach below.

For the last half hour she had been the solitary tenant of the veranda,
while the others enjoyed their siesta or a lounge upon the beach.

Presently a noiseless step drew near her chair, some one bent down over
her and softly kissed her cheek.

"Papa" she said, looking up into his face with smiling eyes, "you have
come to sit with me? Let me give you this chair," and she would have
risen to do so, but he laid his hand on her shoulder, saying, "No; sit
still; I will take this," drawing up another and seating himself therein
close at her side.

"Do you know that I have been watching you from the doorway there for
the last five minutes?" he asked.

"No, sir; I deemed myself quite alone," she said. "Why did you not let
me know that my dear father, whose society I prize so highly, was so

"Because you seemed so deep in thought, and evidently such happy
thought, that I was loath to disturb it."

"Yes," she said, "they were happy thoughts. I have seemed to myself, for
the last few days, to be in the very land of Beulah, so delightful has
been the sure hope--I may say certainty--that Jesus is mine and I am
His; that I am His servant forever, for time and for eternity, as truly
and entirely His as words can express. Is it not a sweet thought, papa?
is it not untold bliss to know that we may--that we shall serve Him
forever? that nothing can ever separate us from the love of Christ?"

"It is, indeed--Christ who is our life. He says, 'Because I live, ye
shall live also;' thus He is our life. Is He not our life also because
He is the dearest of all friends to us--His own people?"

"Yes; and how the thought of His love, His perfect sympathy, His
infinite power to help and to save, gives strength and courage to face
the unknown future. 'The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall
I fear? the Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?'
'Surely, goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life.'

"In view of the many dangers that lie around our every path, the many
terrible trials that may be sent to any one of us, I often wonder how
those who do not trust in this almighty Friend can have the least real,
true happiness. Were it my case, I should be devoured with anxiety and
fears for myself and my dear ones."

"But as it is," her father said, gazing tenderly upon her, "you are able
to leave the future, for them and for yourself, in His kind, wise,
all-powerful hands, knowing that nothing can befall you without His
will, and that He will send no trial that shall not be for your good,
and none that He will not give you strength to endure?"

"Yes, that is it, papa; and oh, what rest it is! One feels so safe and
happy; so free from fear and care; like a little child whose loving
earthly father is holding it by the hand or in his strong, kind arms."

"And you have loved and trusted Him since you were a very little child,"
he remarked, half musingly.

"Yes, papa; I cannot remember when I did not; and could there be a
greater cause for gratitude?"

"No; such love and trust are worth more to the happy possessor than the
wealth of the universe. But there was a time when, though my little girl
had it, I was altogether ignorant of it, and marvelled greatly at her
love for God's word and her joy and peace in believing. I shall never
cease to bless God for giving me such a child."

"Nor I to thank Him for my dear father," she responded, putting her hand
into his, with the very same loving, confiding gesture she had been wont
to use in childhood's days.

His fingers closed over it, and he held it fast in a warm, loving grasp,
while they continued their talk concerning the things that lay nearest
their hearts--the love of the Master, His infinite perfection, the
interests of His kingdom, the many great and precious promises of His
word--thus renewing their strength and provoking one another to love and
to good works.

"Then they that feared the Lord spake often one to another; and the Lord
hearkened, and heard it; and a book of remembrance was written before
Him for them that feared the Lord, and that thought upon His name.

"And they shall be mine, saith the Lord of hosts, in that day when I
make up my jewels; and I will spare them, as a man spareth his own son
that serveth him."

Ere another week had rolled its round, events had occurred which tested
the sustaining power of their faith in God, and the joy of the Lord
proved to be indeed their strength, keeping their hearts from failing in
an hour of sore anxiety and distress.

The evening was bright with the radiance of a full moon and unusually
warm for the season; so pleasant was it out of doors that most of our
friends preferred the veranda to the cottage parlors, and some of the
younger ones were strolling about the town or the beach.

Betty had gone down to the latter place, taking Lulu with her, with the
captain's permission, both promising not to go out of sight of home.

"Oh, how lovely the sea is to-night, with the moon shining so brightly
on all the little dancing waves!" exclaimed Lulu, as they stood side by
side close to the water's edge.

"Yes," said Betty; "doesn't it make you feel like going in?"

"Do people ever bathe at night?" asked Lulu.

"I don't know why they shouldn't," returned her companion.

"It might be dangerous, perhaps," suggested Lulu.

"Why should it?" said Betty; "it's almost as light as day. Oh, Bob,"
perceiving her brother close at hand, "don't you want to go in? I will
if you will go with me."

"I don't care if I do," he answered, after a moment's reflection: "a
moonlight bath in the sea would be something out of the common; and
there seems to be just surf enough to make it enjoyable."

"Yes; and my bathing-suit is in the bath-house yonder. I can be ready in
five minutes."

"Can you? So can I; we'll go in if only for a few minutes. Won't you go
with us, Lulu?"

"I'd like to," she said, "but I can't without leave; and I know papa
wouldn't give it, for I had a bath this morning, and he says one a day
is quite enough."

"I was in this morning," said Bob; "Betty, too, I think, and--I say,
Bet, it strikes me I've heard that it's a little risky to go in at

"Not such a night as this, I'm sure, Bob; why, it's as light as day; and
if there is danger it can be only about enough to give spice to the

With the last word she started for the bath-house, and Bob, not to be
outdone in courage, hurried toward another appropriated to his use.

Lulu stood waiting for their return, not at all afraid to be left alone
with not another creature in sight on the beach. Yet the solitude
disturbed her as the thought arose that Bob and Betty might be about to
put themselves in danger, while no help was at hand for their rescue.
The nearest she knew of was at the cottages on the bluff, and for her to
climb those long flights of stairs and give the alarm in case anything
went wrong with the venturesome bathers, would be a work of time.

"I'd better not wait for them to get into danger, for they would surely
drown before help could reach them," she said to herself, after a
moment's thought. "I'll only wait till I see them really in, and then
hurry home to see if somebody can't come down and be ready to help if
they should begin to drown."

But as they passed her, presently, on their way to the water, Bob said:
"We're trusting you to keep our secret, Lulu; don't tell tales on us."

She made no reply, but thought within herself, "That shows he doesn't
think he's doing exactly right. I'm afraid it must be quite dangerous."

But while his remark and injunction increased her apprehensions for
them, it also made her hesitate to carry to their friends the news of
their escapade till she should see that it brought them into actual
danger and need of assistance.

She watched them tremblingly as they waded slowly out beyond the surf
into the smooth, swelling waves, where they began to swim.

For a few moments all seemed to be well; then came a sudden shrill cry
from Betty, followed by a hoarser one from Bob, which could mean nothing
else than fright and danger.

For an instant Lulu was nearly paralyzed with terror; but rousing
herself by a determined effort, she shouted at the top of her voice,
"Don't give up; I'll go for help as fast as ever I can," and instantly
set off for home at her utmost speed.

"Help, help! they'll drown, oh, they'll drown!" she screamed as she ran.

Harold, who was in the act of descending the last flight of stairs, saw
her running toward him, and heard her cry, though the noise of the surf
prevented his catching all the words.

"What's the matter?" he shouted, clearing the remainder of the flight at
a bound.

"Betty, Bob--drowning!" she cried, without slackening her speed, "I'm
going for help."

He waited, to hear no more, but sped on toward the water; and only
pausing to divest himself of his outer clothing, plunged in, and,
buffeting with the waves, made his way as rapidly as possible toward the
struggling forms, which, by the light of the moon, he could dimly
discern at some distance from the shore.

Faint cries for help and the gleam of Betty's white arm, as for an
instant she raised it above the wave, guided him to the spot.

Harold was an excellent swimmer, strong and courageous; but he had
undertaken a task beyond his strength, and his young life was very near
falling a sacrifice to the folly of his cousins and his own generous
impulse to fly to their aid.

Both Bob and Betty were already so nearly exhausted as to be scarcely
capable of doing anything to help themselves, and in their mad struggle
for life caught hold of him and so impeded his movements that he was
like to perish with them.

Mean while Lulu had reached the top of the cliff, then the veranda where
the older members of the family party were seated, and, all out of
breath with fright and the exertion of climbing and running, she
faltered out, "Bob and Betty; they'll drown if they don't get help

"What, are they in the water?" cried Mr. Dinsmore and Captain Raymond,
simultaneously springing to their feet; the latter adding, "I fear
they'll drown before we can possibly get help to them."

"Oh, yes; they're drowning now," sobbed Lulu; "but Harold's gone to help

"Harold? He's lost if he tries it alone!" "The boy's mad to think of
such a thing!" exclaimed Mr. Dinsmore and Edward in a breath, while
Elsie's cheek turned deathly pale, and her heart went up in an agonized
cry that her boy's life might be spared; the others also.

The gentlemen held a hasty consultation, then scattered, Mr. Dinsmore
hastening in search of other aid, while Captain Raymond and Edward
hurried to the beach, the ladies following with entreaties to them to be

But fortunately for the endangered ones, other aid had already reached
them--a boat that had come out from Nantucket for a moonlight sail, and
from the shore a noble Newfoundland dog belonging to a retired sea
captain. Strolling along the beach with his master, he heard the cries
for help, saw the struggling forms, and instantly plunging in among the
waves, swam to the rescue.

Seizing Betty by the hair, he held her head above water till the
sailboat drew near and strong arms caught hold of her and dragged her
in, pale, dripping, and seemingly lifeless.

They then picked up the young men, both entirely unconscious, and made
for the shore with all possible haste.

It was doubtful if the last spark of life had not been extinguished in
every one of the three; but the most prompt, wise, and vigorous measures
were instantly taken and continued for hours--hours of agonizing
suspense to those who loved them.

At length Bob gave unmistakable signs of life; and shortly after Betty
sighed, opened her eyes, and asked, feebly, "Where am I? what has

But Harold still lay as one dead, and would have been given up as such
had not his mother clung to hope, and insisted that the efforts at
restoration should be continued.

Through the whole trying scene she had maintained an unbroken calmness
of demeanor, staying herself upon her God, lifting her heart to His
throne in never-ceasing petitions, and in the midst of her bitter grief
and anxiety rejoicing that if her boy were taken from her for a time, it
would be but to exchange the trials and cares of earth for the joys of
heaven; and the parting from him here would soon be followed by a
blissful reunion in that blessed land where sin and sorrow and suffering
can never enter.

But at length, when their efforts were rewarded so that he breathed and
spoke, and she knew that he was restored to her, the reaction came.

She had given him a gentle, tender kiss, had seen him fall into a
natural, refreshing sleep, and passing from his bedside into an
adjoining room, she fainted in her father's arms.

"My darling, my dear, brave darling!" he murmured, as he laid her down
upon a couch and bent over her in tenderest solicitude, while Mrs.
Dinsmore hastened to apply restoratives.

It was not a long faint; she presently opened her eyes and lifted them
with a bewildered look up into her father's face.

"What is it, papa?" she murmured; "have I been ill?"

"Only a short faint," he answered. "But you must be quite worn out."

"Oh, I remember!" she cried. "Harold, my dear son--"

"Is doing well, love. And now I want you to go to your bed and try to
get some rest. See, day is breaking, and you have had no sleep, no

"Nor have you, papa; do go and lie down; but I must watch over my poor
boy," she said, trying to rise from the couch.

"Lie still," he said, gently detaining her; "lie here, if you are not
willing to go to your bed. I am better able to sit up than you are, and
will see to Harold."

"His brothers are with him, mamma," said Zoe, standing by; "and Edward
says they will stay beside him as long as they are needed."

"Then you and I will both retire and try to take some rest, shall we
not?" Mr. Dinsmore asked, bending over Elsie and softly smoothing her

"Yes, papa; but I must first take one peep at the dear son so nearly
lost to me."

He helped her to rise; then she perceived that Captain Raymond and
Violet were in the room.

"Dearest mamma," said the latter, coming forward to embrace her, "how
glad I am that you are better, and our dear Harold spared to us!" She
broke down in sobs and tears.

"Yes, my child; oh, let us thank the Lord for His great goodness! But
this night has been quite too much for you. Do you go at once and try to
get some rest."

"I shall see that she obeys, mother," the captain said, in a tenderly
sportive tone, taking Elsie's hand and lifting it to his lips.

"I think I may trust you," she returned, with a faint smile. "You were
with Bob; how is he now?"

"Doing as well as possible under the circumstances; as is Betty also;
you need trouble your kind heart with no fear or care for them."

It had been a terrible night to all the family--the children the only
ones who had taken any rest or sleep--and days of nursing followed
before the three who had so narrowly escaped death were restored to
their wonted health and strength.

Mr. and Mrs. Dinsmore and Elsie devoted themselves to that work, and
were often assisted in it by Zoe, Edward, and Herbert.

Harold was quite a hero with these last and with Max and Lulu; in fact,
with all who knew or heard of his brave deed, though he modestly
disclaimed any right to the praises heaped upon him, asserting that he
had done no more than any one with common courage and humanity would
have done in his place.

Bob and Betty were heartily ashamed of their escapade, and much sobered
at the thought of their narrow escape from sudden death. Both dreaded
the severe reproof they had reason to expect from their uncle, but he
was very forbearing, and thinking the fright and suffering entailed by
their folly sufficient to deter them from a repetition of it, kindly
refrained from lecturing them on the subject, though, when a suitable
opportunity offered, he did talk seriously and tenderly, with now one
and now the other, on the guilt and danger of putting off repentance
toward God, and faith toward our Lord Jesus Christ, reminding them that
they had had a very solemn warning of the shortness and uncertainty of
life, and asking them to consider the question whether they were ready
for a sudden call into the immediate presence of their Judge.

"Really now, uncle," remarked Bob on one of these occasions, "there are
worse fellows in the world than I am--much worse."

"I am willing to admit that, my boy," returned Mr. Dinsmore; "but many
of those fellows have not enjoyed the privileges and teachings that you
have, and responsibility is largely in proportion to one's light and

"Jesus said, 'That servant, who knew his Lord's will, and prepared not
himself, neither did according to His will, shall be beaten with many
stripes. But he that knew not, and did commit things worthy of stripes,
shall be beaten with few stripes.'"

"Yes; and you think I'm one of the first class, I suppose?"

"I do, my boy; for you have been well instructed, both in the church and
in the family; also you have a Bible, and may study it for yourself as
often and carefully as you will."

"But I really have never done anything very bad, uncle."

"How can you say that, Robert, when you know that you have lived all
your life in utter neglect of God's appointed way of salvation? hearing
the gracious invitation of Him who died that you might live, 'Come unto
me,' and refusing to accept it?

"'God so loved the world that He gave His only-begotten Son, that
whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting
life,' and having for years refused to believe, how can you assert that
you have done nothing very bad? 'How shall we escape, if we neglect so
great salvation?'"

Bob made no reply, but looked thoughtful, and his uncle went quietly
from the room, thinking it well to leave the lad to his own reflections.

Passing the door of the room where Harold lay, he was about to enter,
but perceiving that the boy and his mother were in earnest conversation,
he moved on, leaving them undisturbed.

"Mamma," Harold was saying, "I have been thinking much of sudden death
since my very narrow escape from it. You know, mamma, it comes sometimes
without a moment's warning; and as we all sin continually in thought and
feeling, if not in word and deed, as our very best deeds and services
are so stained with sin that they need to be repented of and forgiven,
how is it that even a true Christian can get to heaven if called away so

"Because when one comes to Jesus Christ and accepts His offered
salvation, _all_ his sins, future as well as past and present, are
forgiven. 'The blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from all

"Jesus said, 'He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life.' 'I
give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall
any man pluck them out of my hand.'"

"But oh, mamma, I find myself so weak and sinful, so ready to yield to
temptation, that I sometimes fear I shall never be able to hold out to
the end!"

"My dear boy, let that fear lead you to cling all the closer to the
Master, who is able to save unto the uttermost. If our holding out
depended upon ourselves, our own weak wills, we might well be in
despair; but 'He will keep the feet of His saints.'

"'Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who, according
to His abundant mercy, hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the
resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance
incorruptible and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in
heaven for you, who are kept by the power of God through faith unto
salvation.' Can they be in danger who are _kept by the power of God_?"


"My Father's house on high,
  Home of my soul, how near
At times to Faith's discerning eye
  Thy pearly gates appear."

Harold and his cousins had scarcely more than fully recovered from the
effects of their almost drowning when Captain Raymond again received
orders to join his ship, and it was decided that the time had come for
all to leave the island.

Bob and Betty received letters from their brother and sister in
Louisiana, giving them a cordial invitation to their homes, Dick
proposing that Bob should study medicine with him, with a view to
becoming his partner, and Molly giving Betty a cordial invitation from
herself and husband to take up her residence at Magnolia Hall.

With the approval of their uncle and other relatives, these kind offers
were promptly accepted.

Letters came about the same time from Lansdale, Ohio, inviting the
Dinsmores, Travillas, and Raymonds to attend the celebration of Miss
Stanhope's one hundredth birthday, which was now near at hand.

Mr. Harry Duncan wrote for her, saying that she had a great longing to
see her nephews and nieces once more, and to make the acquaintance of
Violet's husband and his children.

The captain could not go, but it was decided that all the others should.
The necessary arrangements were quickly made, and the whole party left
the island together, not without some regret and a resolution to return
at some future day to enjoy its refreshing breezes and other delights
during the hot season.

On reaching New York they parted with the captain, whose vessel lay in
that harbor.

Bob and Betty left them farther on in the journey, and the remainder of
the little company travelled on to Lansdale, arriving the day before the
important occasion which called them there.

Mrs. Dinsmore's brother, Richard Allison, who, my readers may remember,
had married Elsie's old friend, Lottie King, shortly after the close of
the war of the rebellion, had taken up his abode in Lansdale years ago.

Both he and his sister May's husband, Harry Duncan, had prospered
greatly. Each had a large, handsome dwelling adjacent to Miss Stanhope's
cottage, in which she still kept house, having never yet seen the time
when she could bring herself to give up the comfort of living in a home
of her own.

She had attached and capable servants, and amid her multitude of nieces
and grand-nieces, there was almost always one or more who was
willing--nay, glad, to relieve her of the care and labor of
housekeeping, taking pleasure in making life's pathway smooth and easy
to the aged feet, and her last days bright and happy.

She still had possession of all her faculties, was very active for one
of her age, and felt unabated interest in the welfare of kindred and
friends. She had by no means outlived her usefulness or grown querulous
with age, but was ever the same bright, cheerful, happy Christian that
she had been in earlier years.

The birthday party was to be held under her own roof, and a numerous
company of near and dear relatives were gathering there and at the
houses of the Duncans and Allisons.

Richard and Lottie, Harry and May were at the depot to meet the train on
which our travellers arrived.

It was an altogether joyous meeting, after years of separation.

The whole party repaired at once to Miss Stanhope's cottage, to greet
and chat a little with her and others who had come before to the
gathering; prominently among them Mr. and Mrs. Keith from Pleasant
Plains, Indiana, with their daughters, Mrs. Landreth, Mrs. Ormsby, and
Annis, who was still unmarried.

Very glad indeed were Mrs. Keith and Mr. Dinsmore, Rose and Mildred,
Elsie and Annis to meet and renew the old intimacies of former days.

Time had wrought many changes since we first saw them together, more
than thirty years ago. Mr. and Mrs. Keith were now old and infirm, yet
bright and cheery, looking hopefully forward to that better country,
that Celestial City, toward which they were fast hastening, and with no
unwilling steps. Dr. and Mrs. Landreth and Mr. and Mrs. Dinsmore had
changed from youthful married couples into elderly people, while Elsie
and Annis had left childhood far behind, and were now--the one a cheery,
happy maiden lady, whom aged parents leaned upon as their stay and
staff, brothers and sisters dearly loved, and nieces and nephews doated
upon; the other a mother whom her children blessed for her faithful love
and care, and delighted to honor.

This renewal of intercourse, and the reminiscences of early days which
it called up, were very delightful to both.

The gathering of relatives and friends of course formed far too large a
company for all to lodge in one house, but the three--Aunt Wealthy's and
those of the Duncans and Allisons--accommodated them comfortably for
the few days of their stay, or rather the nights, for during the day
they were very apt to assemble in the parlors and porches of the

It was there Elsie and her younger children and Violet and hers took up
their quarters, by invitation, for the time of the visit.

"But where is the captain, your husband?" inquired Aunt Wealthy of
Violet on giving her a welcoming embrace. "I wanted particularly to see
him, and he should not have neglected the invitation of a woman a
hundred years old."

"Dear auntie, I assure you he did so only by compulsion; he would have
come gladly if Uncle Sam had not ordered him off in another direction,"
Violet answered, with pretty playfulness of look and tone.

"Ah, then, we must excuse him. But you brought the children, I hope. I
want to see them."

"Yes; this is his son," Violet said, motioning Max to approach; "and
here are the little girls," drawing Lulu and Grace forward.

The old lady shook hands with and kissed them, saying, "It will be
something for you to remember, dears, that you have seen a woman who has
lived a hundred years in this world, and can testify that goodness and
mercy have followed her all the days of her life. Trust in the Lord, my
children, and you, even if you should live as long as I have, will be
able to bear the same testimony that He is faithful to His promises.

"I say the same to you, too, Rosie and Walter, my Elsie's children," she
added, turning to them with a tenderly affectionate look and smile.

They gazed upon her with awe for a moment; then Rosie said, "You don't
look so very old, Aunt Wealthy; not older than some ladies of eighty
that I've seen."

"Perhaps not older than I did when I was only eighty, my dear; but I am
glad to know that I am a good deal nearer home now than I was then,"
Miss Stanhope responded, her face growing bright with joyous

"Are you really glad to know you must die before very long?" asked Max,
in wonder and surprise.

"Wouldn't it be strange if I were not?" she asked; "heaven is my home.

"'There my best friends, my kindred dwell,
There God my Saviour reigns.'

"I live in daily, hourly longing expectation of the call."

"And yet you are not weary of life? you are happy here, are you not,
dear Aunt Wealthy?" asked Mrs. Keith.

"Yes, Marcia; I am happy among my kind relatives and friends; and
entirely willing to stay till the Master sees fit to call me home, for I
know that His will is always best. Oh, the sweet peace and joy of
trusting in Him and leaving all to His care and direction! Who that has
experienced it could ever again want to choose for him or herself?"

"And you have been long in His service, Aunt Wealthy?" Mr. Dinsmore
said, half in assertion, half inquiringly.

"Since I was ten years old, Horace; and that is ninety years; and let me
bear testimony now, before you all, that I have ever found Him faithful
to His promises, and His service growing constantly sweeter and sweeter.
And so it shall be to all eternity. 'My soul doth magnify the Lord, and
my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour.'"

Then turning to Mrs. Keith, "How is it with you, Marcia?" she asked;
"you have attained to your four-score years, and have been in the
service since early childhood. What have you to say for your Master

"Just what you have said, dear aunt; never have I had cause to repent of
choosing His service; it has been a blessed service to me, full of joy
and consolation--joy that even abounds more and more as I draw nearer
and nearer to my journey's end.

"I know it is the same with my husband," she added, giving him a look
of wifely affection; "and I doubt not with my cousins--Horace, Rose,
Elsie--with all here present who have had experience as soldiers and
servants of Jesus Christ."

"In that you are entirely right, Marcia," responded Mr. Dinsmore; "I can
speak for myself, my wife, and daughter."

Both ladies gave an unqualified confirmation of his words, while their
happy countenances testified to the truth of the assertion.

"And, Milly dear, you and your husband, your brothers and sisters, can
all say the same," remarked Miss Stanhope, laying her withered hand
affectionately upon Mrs. Landreth's arm as she sat in a low seat by her

"We can indeed," Mildred said, with feeling. "What blessed people we
are! all knowing and loving the dear Master, and looking forward to an
eternity of bliss together at His right hand."

The interview between the aged saint and her long-absent relatives was
continued for a few moments more; then she dismissed them, with the
remark that doubtless they would all like to retire to their rooms for a
little, and she must take a short rest in order to be fresh for the
evening, when she hoped they would all gather about her again.

"I want you all to feel at home and to enjoy yourselves as much as you
can," she said, in conclusion. "Play about the grounds, children,
whenever you like."

Her cottage stood between the houses of the Duncans and Allisons; the
grounds of all three were extensive, highly cultivated, and adorned with
beautiful trees, shrubbery, and flowers, and there were no separating
fences or hedges, so that they seemed to form one large park or garden.

Rosie and Walter Travilla, and the young Raymonds were delighted with
the permission to roam at will about these lovely grounds, and hastened
to avail themselves of it as soon as the removal of the dust of travel
and a change of attire rendered them fit.

They found a Dutch gardener busied here and there, and presently opened
a conversation with him, quite winning his heart by unstinted praises of
the beauty of his plants and flowers.

"It must be a great deal of work to keep those large gardens in such
perfect order," remarked Rose.

"Dat it ish, miss," he said; "but I vorks pretty hard mineself, and my
son Shakey, he gifs me von leetle lift ven he ton't pees too much in

"Do you live here?" asked little Grace.

"Here in dis garten? no, miss; I lifs oud boud t'ree mile in de

"That's a long walk for you, isn't it?" said Lulu.

"Nein; I don't valks, miss; ven I ish god dings to pring--abbles or
botatoes or some dings else--I say to mine Shakey, 'Just hitch de
harness on de horse and hang him to de stable door;' or if I got nodings
to pring I tells de poy, 'Hitch him up a horseback;' den I comes in to
mine vork and I tash! I don't hafs to valk--nod a shtep."

"How funny he talks," whispered Grace to Lulu; "I can hardly understand

"It's because he's Dutch," returned Lulu, in the same low tone. "But I
can tell almost all he says. His son's name must be Jakey; the short for

"What is your name?" asked Max.

"Hencle--Shon Hencle. I dinks you all pees come to see Miss Stanhope pe
von huntred years olt; ishn't you?"

"Yes," said Rosie. "It seems very wonderful to think that she has lived
so long."

The children, weary with their journey, were sent to bed early that
night. Lulu and Grace found they were to sleep together in a small room
opening into a larger one, where two beds had been placed for the time
to meet the unusual demand for sleeping quarters. These were to be
occupied by Grandma Elsie, Violet, Rosie, and Walter.

Timid little Grace heard, with great satisfaction, that all these were
to be so near; and Lulu, though not at all cowardly, was well pleased
with the arrangement. Yet she little thought how severely her courage
was to be tested that night.

She and Grace had scarcely laid their heads upon their pillows ere they
fell into profound slumber. Lulu did not know how long she had slept,
but all was darkness and silence within and without the house, when
something, she could not have told what, suddenly roused her completely.

She lay still, trying to recall the events of the past day and remember
where she was; and just as she succeeded in doing so a strange sound, as
of restless movements and the clanking of chains, came from beneath the

Her heart seemed to stand still with fear; she had never before, in all
her short life, felt so terrified and helpless.

"What can it be?" she asked herself. "An escaped criminal--a
murderer--or a maniac from an insane asylum, I suppose; for who else
would wear a clanking chain? and what can he want here but to kill
Gracie and me? I suppose he got in the house before they shut the doors
for the night, and hid under the bed till everybody should be fast
asleep, meaning to begin then to murder and rob. Oh, I do wish I'd
looked under the bed while all the gentlemen were about to catch him and
keep him from hurting us! But now what shall I do? If I try to get out
of the bed, he'll catch hold of my foot and kill me before anybody can
come; and if I scream for help, he'll do the same. The best plan is to
lie as quiet as I can, so he'll think I'm still asleep; for maybe he
only means to rob, and not murder, if nobody wakes up to see what he's
about and tell of him. Oh, I do hope Gracie won't wake! for she could
never help screaming; and then he'd jump out and kill us both."

So with heroic courage she lay there, perfectly quiet and hardly moving
a muscle for what seemed to her an age of suffering, every moment
expecting the creature under the bed to spring out upon her, and in
constant fear that Grace would awake and precipitate the calamity by a
scream of affright.

All was quiet again for some time, she lying there, straining her ears
for a repetition of the dreaded sounds; then, as they came again louder
than before, she had great difficulty in restraining herself from
springing from the bed and shrieking aloud, in a paroxysm of panic

But she did control herself, lay perfectly still, and allowed not the
slightest sound to escape her lips.

That last clanking noise had awakened Elsie, and she too now lay wide
awake, silent and still, while intently listening for a repetition of
it. She hardly knew whence the sound had come, or what it was; but when
repeated, as it was in a moment or two, she was satisfied that it issued
from the room where Lulu and Grace were, and her conjectures in regard
to its origin coincided with Lulu's.

She, too, was greatly alarmed, but did not lose her presence of mind.
Hoping the little girls were still asleep, and judging from the silence
that they were, she lay for a few minutes without moving, indeed
scarcely breathing, while she tried to decide upon the wisest course to
pursue, asking guidance and help from on high, as she always did in
every emergency.

Her resolution was quickly taken; slipping softly out of bed, she stole
noiselessly from the room and into another, on the opposite side of the
hall, occupied by Edward and Zoe.

"Edward," she said, speaking in a whisper close to his ear, "wake, my
son; I am in need of help."

"What is it, mother?" he asked, starting up.

"Softly," she whispered; "make no noise, but come with me. Somebody or
something is in the room where Lulu and Gracie sleep. I distinctly heard
the clanking of a chain."

"Mother!" he cried, but hardly above his breath, "an escaped lunatic,
probably! Stay here and let me encounter him alone. I have loaded

"Oh, don't use them if you can help it!" she cried.

"I shall not," he assured her, "unless it is absolutely necessary."

He snatched the weapons from beneath his pillow as he spoke, and went
from the room, she closely following.

At the instant that they entered hers a low growl came from the inner
room, and simultaneously they exclaimed, "A dog!"

"Somewhat less to be feared than a lunatic, unless he should be mad,
which is not likely," added Edward, striking a light.

Lulu sprang up with a low cry of intense relief. "O Grandma Elsie, it's
only a dog, and I thought it a crazy man or a wicked murderer!"

As she spoke the animal emerged from his hiding-place and walked into
the outer room, dragging his chain after him.

Edward at once recognized him as a large mastiff Harry Duncan had shown
him the previous afternoon.

"It's Mr. Duncan's dog," he said; "he must have broken his chain and
come in unobserved before the house was closed for the night. Here,
Nero, good fellow, this way! You've done mischief enough for one night,
and we'll send you home."

He led the way to the outer door, the dog following quite peaceably,
while Elsie, hearing sobs coming from the other room, hastened in to
comfort and relieve the frightened children.

Grace still slept on in blessed unconsciousness; but she found Lulu
crying hysterically, quite unable to continue her efforts at
self-control, now that the necessity for it was past.

"Poor child!" Elsie said, folding her in her kind arms, "you have had a
terrible fright, have you not?"

"Yes, Grandma Elsie; oh, I've been lying here so long, _so long_,
thinking a murderer or crazy man was under the bed, just ready to jump
out and kill Gracie and me!" she sobbed, clinging convulsively about
Elsie's neck.

"And did not scream for help! What a brave little girl you are!"

"I wanted to, and, oh, I could hardly keep from it! But I thought if I
did it would wake Gracie and scare her to death, and the man would be
sure to jump out and kill us at once."

"Dear child," Elsie said, "you have shown yourself thoughtful, brave,
and unselfish; how proud your father will be of his eldest daughter
when he hears it!"

"O Grandma Elsie, do you think he will? How glad that would make me! It
would pay for all the dreadful fright I have had," Lulu said, her tones
tremulous with joy, as, but a moment ago, they had been with nervousness
and fright.

"I am quite sure of it," Elsie answered, smoothing the little girl's
hair with caressing hand, "quite sure; because I know he loves you very
dearly, and that he admires such courage, unselfishness, and presence of
mind as you have shown to-night."

These kind words did much to turn Lulu's thoughts into a new channel and
thus relieve the bad effects of her fright. But Elsie continued for some
time longer her efforts to soothe her into calmness and forgetfulness,
using tender, caressing words and endearments; then she left her, with
an injunction to try to go immediately to sleep.

Lulu promised compliance, and, attempting it, succeeded far sooner than
she had thought possible.

The whole occurrence seemed like a troubled dream when she awoke in the
morning. It was a delicious day in early October, and as soon as dressed
she went into the garden, where she found John Hencle already at work,
industriously weeding and watering his plants and flowers.

"Goot-morning, mine leetle mees," he said, catching sight of her, "Was
it so goot a night mit you?"

"No," she said, and went on to tell the story of her fright.

"Dot ish lige me," he remarked, phlegmatically, at the conclusion of her
tale. "Von nighd I hears somedings what make me scare. I know notings
what he ish; I shust hears a noise, an' I shumpt de bed out, and ran de
shtairs down, and looked de window out, and it wasn't notings but a
leetle tog going 'Bow wow.'"

"I don't think it was very much like my fright," remarked Lulu, in
disgust; "it couldn't have been half so bad."

"Vell, maype not; but dat Nero ish a goot, kind tog; he bide dramps, but
nefer dose nice leetle girl. Dis ish de great day when dose nice old
lady pees von huntred years old. What you dinks? a fery long dime to

"Yes; very long," returned Lulu, emphatically. "I wish I knew papa would
live to be that old, for then he'd be at home with us almost forty years
after he retires from the navy."

"Somebody ish call you, I dinks," said John, and at the same moment
Grace's clear, bird-like voice came floating on the morning breeze,
"Lulu, Lulu!" as her dainty little figure danced gayly down the garden
path in search of her missing sister.

"Oh, there you are!" she exclaimed, catching sight of Lulu. "Come into
Aunt Wealthy's house and see the pretty presents everybody has given her
for her hundredth birthday. She hasn't seen them yet, but she is going
to when she comes down to eat her breakfast."

"Oh, I'd like to see them!" exclaimed Lulu, and she and Grace tripped
back to the house together, and on into the sitting-room, where, on a
large table, the gifts were displayed.

They were many, and some of them costly, for the old lady was very dear
to the hearts of these relatives, and they were able as well as willing
to show their affection in this substantial way.

There were fine paintings and engravings to adorn her walls; fine china,
and glittering cut glass, silver and gold ware for her tables; vases for
her mantels; richly-bound and illustrated books, whose literary contents
were worthy of the costly adornment, and various other things calculated
to give her pleasure or add to her ease and comfort.

She was not anticipating any such demonstration of affection--not
expecting such substantial evidences of the love and esteem in which she
was held--and when brought face to face with them was almost overcome,
so that tears of joy and gratitude streamed from her aged eyes,

They were soon wiped away, however, and she was again her own bright,
cheery self, full of thought and care for others--the kindest and most
genial of hostesses.

She took the head of the breakfast-table herself, and poured the coffee
for her guests with her own hands, entertaining them the while with
cheerful chat, and causing many a merry laugh with the old-time tripping
of her tongue--a laugh in which she always joined with hearty relish.

"There is too much butter in this salt," she remarked. "It is some John
Hencle brought in this morning. I must see him after breakfast and bid
him caution his wife to use less."

But as they rose from the table John came in unsummoned, and carrying a
fine large goose under each arm.

Bowing low: "I ish come to pring two gooses to de von hundredth
birthday," he announced; "dey pees goot, peaceable pirds: I ish know dem
for twenty years, and dey nefer makes no droubles."

A smile went round the little circle, but Miss Stanhope said, with a
very pleased look, "Thank you, John; they shall be well fed, and I hope
they will like their new quarters. How is Jake doing? I haven't seen
him for some time."

"No; Shakey is go to school most days. I vants Shakey to knows

"Yes, indeed; I hope Jakey is going to have a good education. But what
do you mean to do with him after he is done going to school?"

"Vy, I dinks I prings mine Shakey to town and hangs him on to Sheneral
Shmicdt and makes a brinting-office out of him."

"A printer, John? Well, that might be a very good thing if you don't
need him to help you about the farm, or our grounds. I should think you
would, though."

"Nein, nein," said John, shaking his head; "'tis not so long as I vants
Shakey to makes mit me a fence; put I tash! Miss Stanhope, he say he
ton't can know how to do it; and I says, 'I tash! Shakey, you peen goin'
to school all your life, and you don't know de vay to makes a fence

"Not so very strange," remarked Edward, with unmoved countenance, "for
they don't teach fence-making in ordinary schools."

"Vell, den, de more's de bity," returned John, taking his departure. But
turning back at the door to say to Miss Stanhope, "I vill put dose
gooses in von safe place."

"Any place where they can do no mischief, John," she answered,

"Now, Aunt Wealthy," said Annis, "what can we do to make this wonderful
day pass most happily to you?"

"Whatever will be most enjoyable to my guests," was the smiling reply.
"An old body like me can ask nothing better than to sit and look on and

"Ah, but we would have you talk, too, auntie, when you don't find it

"What are you going to do with all your new treasures, Aunt Wealthy?"
asked Edward; "don't you want your pictures hung and a place found for
each vase and other household ornament?"

"Certainly," she said, with a pleased look, "and this is the very time,
while I have you all here to give your opinions and advice."

"And help," added Edward, "if you will accept it. As I am tall and
strong, I volunteer to hang the pictures after the place for each has
been duly considered and decided upon."

His offer was promptly accepted, and the work entered upon in a spirit
of fun and frolic, which made it enjoyable to all.

Whatever the others decided upon met with Miss Stanhope's approval; she
watched their proceedings with keen interest, and was greatly delighted
with the effect of their labors.

"My dears," she said, "you have made my house so beautiful! and whenever
I look at these lovely things my thoughts will be full of the dear
givers. I shall not be here long, but while I stay my happiness will be
the greater because of your kindness,"

"And the remembrance of these words of yours, dear aunt, will add to
ours," said Mr. Keith, with feeling.

"But old as you are, Aunt Wealthy," remarked Mr. Dinsmore, "it is quite
possible that some of us may reach home before you. It matters little,
however, as we are all travelling the same road to the same happy
country, being children of one Father, servants of the same blessed

"And He shall choose all our changes for us," she said, "calling each
one home at such time as He sees best. Ah, it is sweet to leave all our
interests in His dear hands, and have Him choose our inheritance for

There was a pause in the conversation, while Miss Stanhope seemed lost
in thought. Then Mrs. Keith remarked:

"You look weary, dear Aunt Wealthy; will you not lie down and rest for a

"Yes," she said, "I shall take it as the privilege of age, leaving you
all to entertain yourselves and each other for a time."

At that Mr. Dinsmore hastened to give her his arm and support her to her
bedroom, his wife and Mrs. Keith following to see her comfortably
established upon a couch, where they left her to take her rest.

The others scattered in various directions, as inclination dictated.

Elsie and Annis sought the grounds, and, taking possession of a rustic
seat beneath a spreading tree, had a long, quiet talk, recalling
incidents of other days, and exchanging mutual confidences.

"What changes we have passed through since our first acquaintance !"
exclaimed Annis. "What careless, happy children we were then!"

"And what happy women we are now!" added Elsie, with a joyous smile.

"Yes; and you a grandmother! I hardly know how to believe it! You seem
wonderfully young for that."

"Do I?" laughed Elsie. "I acknowledge that I feel young--that I have
never yet been able to reason myself into feeling old."

"Don't try; keep young as long as ever you can," was Annis's advice.

"It is what you seem to be doing," said Elsie, sportively, and with an
admiring look at her cousin. "Dear Annis, may I ask why it is you have
never married? It must certainly have been your own fault."

"Really, I hardly know what reply to make to that last remark," returned
Annis, in her sprightly way. "But I have not the slightest objection to
answering your question. I will tell 'the truth, the whole truth, and
nothing but the truth.' I have had friends and admirers among the
members of the other sex, but have never yet seen the man for love of
whom I could for a moment think of leaving father and mother."

"How fortunate for them!" Elsie said, with earnest sincerity. "I know
they must esteem it a great blessing that they have been able to keep
one dear daughter in the old home."

"And I esteem myself blest indeed in having had my dear father and
mother spared to me all these years," Annis said, with feeling. "What a
privilege it is, Elsie, to be permitted to smooth, some of the
roughnesses from their pathway now in their declining years; to make
life even a trifle easier and happier than it might otherwise be to
them--the dear parents who so tenderly watched over me in infancy and
youth! I know you can appreciate it--you who love your father so

"But Cousin Horace is still a comparatively young man, hale and hearty,
and to all appearance likely to live many years, while my parents are
aged and infirm, and I cannot hope to keep them long." Her voice was
husky with emotion as she concluded.

"Dear Annis," Elsie said, pressing tenderly the hand she held in hers,
"you are never to lose them. They may be called home before you, but the
separation will be short and the reunion for eternity--an eternity of
unspeakable joy, unclouded bliss at the right hand of Him whom you all
love better than you love each other."

"That is true," Annis responded, struggling with her tears, "and there
is very great comfort in the thought; yet one cannot help dreading the
parting, and feeling that death is a thing to be feared for one's dear
ones and one's self. Death is a terrible thing, Elsie."

"Not half so much so to me as it once was, dear cousin," Elsie said, in
a tenderly sympathizing tone. "I have thought much lately on that sweet
text, 'Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints;'
and that other, 'He shall see of the travail of his soul, and shall be
satisfied,' and the contemplation has shown me so much of the love of
Jesus for the souls He has bought with His own precious blood and the
joyful reception He gives them, as one by one they are gathered home,
that it seems to me the death of a Christian should hardly bring sorrow
to any heart. Oh, it has comforted me much in my separation from the
dear husband of my youth, and made me at times look almost eagerly
forward to the day when my dear Lord shall call me home and I shall see
His face!"

"O Elsie," cried Annis, "I trust that day may be far distant, for many
hearts would be like to break at parting with you! But there is
consolation for the bereaved in the thoughts you suggest; and I shall
try to cherish them and forget the gloom of the grave and the dread, for
myself and for those I love, of the parting."

They were silent for a moment; then Elsie said, as if struck by a sudden
thought, "Annis, why should not you and your father and mother go home
with us and spend the fall and winter at Ion and Viamede?"

"I cannot think of anything more delightful!" exclaimed Annis, her face
lighting up with pleasure; "and I believe it would be for their health
to escape the winter in our severer climate, for they are both subject
to colds and rheumatism at that season."

"Then you will persuade them?"

"If I can, Elsie. How kind in you to give the invitation!"

"Not at all, Annis; for in so doing I seek my own gratification as well
as theirs and yours," Elsie answered, with earnest sincerity. "We
purpose going from here to Ion, and from there to Viamede, perhaps two
months later, to spend the remainder of the winter. And you and your
father and mother will find plenty of room and a warm welcome in both

"I know it, Elsie," Annis said; "I know you would not say so if it were
not entirely true, and I feel certain of a great deal of enjoyment in
your loved society, if father and mother accept your kind invitation."

While these two conversed together thus in the grounds, a grand banquet
was in course of preparation in Miss Stanhope's house, under the
supervision of our old friends, May and Lottie. To it Elsie and Annis
were presently summoned, in common with the other guests.

When the feasting was concluded, and all were again gathered in the
parlors, Elsie renewed her invitation already made to Annis, this time
addressing herself to Mr. and Mrs. Keith.

They heard it with evident pleasure, and after some consideration

Edward and Zoe returned to Ion the following day, Herbert and Harold
leaving at the same time for college. The rest of the Travillas, the
Dinsmores, and the Raymonds lingered a week or two longer with Miss
Stanhope, who was very loath to part with them, Elsie in especial; then
bade farewell, scarce expecting to see her again on earth, and turned
their faces homeward, rejoicing in the promise of Mr. and Mrs. Keith
that they and Annis would soon follow, should nothing happen to prevent.

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