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' A nice notion of lovfri' you've got,' stormed Myrtle, angry tears in her ever;. ' Throwin' me over for an old woman —an old scarecrow. Some girls wouldn't put up with it ! They'd make you sutler, you an' her, too But I won't. I don't believe I could have brought myself tto marry you, any way. Don't talk to me ! I don't want to hear any more about the wind an' the blackness an' the water, an' how the voice was like a ghost or a banshee's ' She's been savin' your life ever since you were a baby, an' you're g-oin' to make her haplpy as long as she lives. Well, she'll live for ever, an' get more an' more unreasonable every minute, an' I hope '

She broice off. Down the roud a cheerful old laugh was sounding in the spring sunshine. Larry turned from, her to listen to it, his eyes alight. A mellow old voice /spoke :

' Ah, there was small danger afttier all, ma'am f Thim that's born for hangin' ye can't drown, ye Know ' Sure I was safe enough ; but Larry— 'he mightn't have been ! '—Exchange.