groom. Doctor Dave was a big, jolly, white-whiskered old fellow, and Mrs. Doctor was a trim rosy

dy, and Captain Jim brought up some trout for you. Captain Jim-where are you? Oh, he'

or Dave upstairs. She liked the appearance of her new home very much. It seeme

rmured when she was alone in her room. There were two windows in it; the dorme

ement openin

eas in fairy

ight-an old, rambling, gray one surrounded by huge willows through which its windows peered, like shy, seeking eyes, into the dusk. Anne wondered who lived

sure she does. There was something about her that made her part

tanding before the fireplace talking to

ptain Boyd. Capta

ursting with the pride of it. The old captain held out a sinewy hand to Anne; they smiled at ea

an THAT. But your husband doesn't introduce me jest exactly right. 'Captain Jim' is my week-a-day name and you might as well begin as you're sartain to

rs. Doctor Dave urged Captain Jim

eals alone, with the reflection of my ugly old phiz in a looking-glass opposite for

h a gracious, gentle deference of tone and look that the woman upon whom they we

urance; a clean-shaven face deeply lined and bronzed; a thick mane of iron-gray hair falling quite to his shoulders, and a pair of remarkably blue, deep-set eyes, which sometimes twinkled and s

of beauty; and he had passed through many hardships and sorrows which had marked his body as well as his soul; but though at first sight

om was open and sea breezes entered at their own sweet will. The view was magnificent, taking in the harbor and the sweep of low, purple

Captain Jim. "They're fresh as trout can be, Mistress Bl

light tonight, Captain

, now, I'm real glad you asked me to stay to supper.

down at that light," said Mrs. Doctor Dave severely.

e like a king gen'rally. Last night I was up to the Glen and took hom

k?" asked Mrs. Doctor Dave. "D

onged to some of the fishermen 'long shore. I couldn't turn the poor cur out-he had a sore foot. So I shut him in the porch, with an ol

k-ALL that steak," said Mrs. Doctor Da

n he WAS hungry, for he made about two bites of it. I had a fine sleep the rest of the night but my dinner had to be sorter

urself for a worthless d

he might be a real beauty inside. The First Mate didn't approve of him, I'll allow. His language was right down forcible. But the First Mate is prejudiced. No use in tak

e among the willows up

Jim-"and her husband," he added,

Mrs. Dick Moore from Captain Jim's way of put

de of the harbor, now, is thick with folks-'specially MacAllisters. There's a whole colony of MacAllisters you can't throw a stone but you hit one. I was talking to old Leon Blacquiere the other day. He's been working on the har

. "You know, Gilbert, we folk on this side of Four Winds have an old saying-'From the conceit of the

urage and endurance and truth that man hadn't an equal. They've got brains over on that side of Four Winds. Mebbe that's why this s

ears' feud with the over-harbo

emerald house about half a mi

m smiled d

, seeing you're Presbyterians. If you were Methodists she wo

chuckled Doctor Dave. "A

" queried Gil

to have been born with a sort of chronic spite agin men and Methodists. She's got the bitterest tongue and the kindest heart in Four Winds. Wherever there's any trouble, that woman is there, d

ll of you, Captain Ji

it. It makes me feel as if there must b