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Hereupon I began telling her ofthe wonders I had seen, as the fruit-trees and waterfall Whereupon she grew eager to explore the island so soon as shemy knife turned where I kneas fern a-plenty

"Where away?" she questioned, rising also

"I must make you a bed"

"'Tis done, Martin, and yours also"

"Mine!" says I, staring "How should you do all this?"

"With the old, rusty sword, Martin Cohtthe place with its pale radiance, and I espied a goodly bed of fern very neatly contrived, in one corner

"Bravely done!" says I

"At least, Martin, 'twill be more easy than your bed of sand, and ht"

"Dreaht's hateful visions (and now beholding the beauty of her) I shivered

"Are you cold?"

"No!"

"Why then, good-night, Martin"

"Wait!" says I, "Wait!" And hasting out, I brought her the grapes I had saved, telling her that though small she would find them sweet and wholesoreatly surprised, "Why, Martin!" and so vanishes into her little cave forthwith, and never a word of thanks

Now being yet haunted by ht and walked there awhile, lory of the heavens; and now I must needs bethink me of Godby's star-tiht beyond and the welco arms of love And hereupon I scowled and turned to stare away across the placid sea dioon, and the white curve of Deliverance Beach below; but, look where I would, I could see only the proud, lovely face and the great, truthful eyes of this wo broere bent on that distant pi shadow Black Bartlehed his life out So in a while I came within the cave and found it dier, and cast hts

"Martin, I thank you for your grapes To-ather more!"

"Aye, to-morrow!"

"I found a shirt of chain-work by the pool, Martin--"

"'Tis ainst your need"

"Nay, I'm done with it, here is no fear of knives in the back"

"Are you sleepy, Martin?"