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Now, 'tis an odd thing, but one of my superstitions, that ish

, one day that

thing is ours Some day, some ti, our wish, cohts at

our side; if really we have deserved it and have wished long and

deeply and honestly and purposefully You ask proof? Well, then,

hardly had we three, Black Bart, Jean Lafitte and Henri L'Olonnois,

seated ourselves at table for luncheon that day before I became

sensible of a faint shadow at the saloon stair I saw a tried to Aunt Lucinda; and then I

looked up and saw on the deck Helena also, stooped, her clean-cut

head, with its blown dark hair, visible against the blue sky

"May I coh And I reached up next to her

to hand her down, and smooth down her skirt for her at the rather

aard narrow stair

"You are always invited," said I, and perhaps I flushed in my

pleasure "John," I called down the tube, "two more--the ladies" And

I heard his calentleently pushed them

down into their places "Be seated here, ladies," said I "These

places are, as you see, always spread for you Your covers wait And

all the ship's silver shall see duty now L'Olonnois, hted--greatly delighted--I