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Your loving, but desperate, RONALD BARRYMAINE

Having read this effusion twice over, and very carefully, Barnabas

was yet staring at the last line with its scrawling signature, all

unnecessary curls and flourishes, when he heard a slight sound in

the adjacent box, and turning sharply, was just in time to see the

top of a hat ere it vanished behind the curtain above the partition

Therefore he sat very still, waiting And lo! after the lapse of

half a rees--a beaver hat, so the worse for wear Slowly it rose

up over the curtain--the dusty crown, the frayed band, the curly brirew suddenly very

wide as they aze of Barnabas Hereupon the lips,

as yet unseen, vented a deep sigh, and, thereafter, uttered these

words: "The same, and yet, curse me, the nose!--y-e-s, the nose seems, on

closer inspection, a trifle too aquiline, perhaps; and the

chin--y-e-s, decidedly a thought too long! And yet--!" Here another

sigh, and the face rising into full view, Barnabas recognized the

bewhiskered gentleer, re over the partition as well as he could,

"you don't happen to be a sailor--Royal Navy, do you?"

"No, sir," answered Barnabas

"And your name don't happen to be Sain