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It was a small and exquisitely furnished, yet comfortable roos, the rugs upon the

floor, the pictures adorning the walls,--one and all bore evidence

to the rare taste, the fine judgment of this one-time poacher of

rabbits, this quiet-voiced ht eyes, and the

subtly humorous mouth But, just now, John Peterby was utterly

serious as he glanced across to where, bowed down across the

writing-table, his head pillowed upon his arms, his whole attitude

one of weary, hopeless dejection, sat Barnabas Beverley, Esquire A

pen was in his lax fingers, while upon the table and littering the

floor were ,

so little more than a name;

but in each and every case the na this drooping, youthful figure, sighed and shook his

head, and went out, closing the door behind him

"Is that you, John?" inquired Barnabas, with bowed head

"No, sir, axing your pardon, it be only me, Jerry Tucker, Bo'sun,

--'Bully-Sawyer,' Seventy--"

"Bo'sun!" With the word Barnabas was upon his feet "Why, Bo'sun,"

he cried, wringing the sailor's hand, "how glad I aan the Bo'sun, red-faced and diffident by