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Miss Tyrell, still looking straight in front of her, made no reply, but with another attempt to shake off this pertinacious young man of the sea quickened her pace again. Fraser fell back. In this sociable fashion they walkâ€" ed along the Commercial Road and on to Aldgate, and then, passing up Fenchurch Street, mingled with the crowd thronging homewards over Lon- don Bridge. They went as far as Kenning’con in this direction, and then the girl turned and walked back to the City. Fraser, glancing at the pale profile beside him, ventured to speak again. “Will you come down to Wapping and take my cabin for the night?” he asked, anxiously. “The mate’s away, and I can turn in f01-’ard-y0u can have it all to youreslf.” -e..~v_. .. JV.â€" r.-._‘_ “Walk?” repeated Fraser. “Walk? What, ‘au night? You can't do it.“ you don’t know what it’s like. W111 you let me lend you some money}7 You can repay me as soon as you like.” “No, thank you.” “For my sake ‘3” he suggested. MiSS Tyrell raised her eyebrows. “I’m a bad walker,” he explained. The reply trembling on Miss Tyrell’s lips realised that it was utterly inadeâ€" quate to the occasion, and remained unspoken. She walked on in silence, apparently oblivious of the man by her side, apd when he next spoke to her made no reply. He glanced at a clock in a baker’s shop as they pass- ed; and _saw that it was just seven. W ‘ “'And to-night other. .“I shall go for a walk," said the girl. “Now that you know all about mÂ¥-9pr3.c€rpsy will, 3101: please 393"" A CHAPTER XVII.â€" -(Cont‘d). “I’m not: going anywhere.” said Poppy, stopping suddenly and facing him. “I’ve got a new berth next Monday, and toâ€"morrow morning I am going to see them to ask then. to emâ€" ploy me at once." 10, 20 The Bride’s Name ; 2 and 5 lb. Cartonsâ€" Or. The Adventures of Captain Fraser )0 ar d 100 lb. Bags suggested the to VVapping the night?” “The mate’s has sweetened half a century with the same crystal purity that makes it the favorite to-day. Buy it in original packages and be sure of the genuine. Made Miss Tyrell, walking very slowly, pondered. “I should never have for- given you if 'you had," she said, thoughtfully. “I’m so tired, I can hardly_s_ta_nd. You must take me to At length in a quiet street beyond Stratford, she not only stopped, but turned and walked slowly back.- Fraser turned too, and his heart beat }as he fancied that she intended to overtake him. He quickened his lpace in time with the steps behind lhim until they slackened and faltered; ‘then he looked round and saw her lstanding in the centre of the path- awa with her head bent. He walked ibac slowly until he stood beside her, land saw that she was crying softly. He laced his hand on her arm. I “ o away,” she said, in a low voice. ’ “I shall not.” I “You walked away from me just hardlvy stan'd yogg‘ ship}: HOW The arm beneath his hand trembled, and he drew it unresistingly through his own. In the faint light from the lam opposite he saw her look at him. , “ ’m very tired,” she said, and leaned on him trustfully. “Were you «really going to leave me just simply now.” “1 ,was vehemently In this way they walked through the rapidly thinning streets. It was now dark, and most of the shops had closed. The elasticity had departed from Miss Tyrell’s step, and she walkâ€" ed aimlessly, noting with a sinking at the heart the slowly passing time. Once or twice she halted from sheer weariness, Fraser halting too, and watching her with a sympathy of which Flower would most certainly haye disapproved if he had seen it. “If I’m not fit to walk beside you, I’ll walk behind,” he said, in a low voice; “you won’t mind that?” They ivalked Ypu know I was not, 9n Let Redpath Sweeten it. brute, owly to the end of aid Fraser ‘I'aser “Mrs. Wheeler isâ€"” began Fraser, and stopped suddenly. 1 “Of course it was quite true,” said Poppy, healthfully attacking her plate; “I did have to come to you.” “It was rather an odd way of com- ing," said Fraser; “my legs ache now.” “I’ve been very rude to you,” she said, softly; “bu: Mrs. Wheeler was very unkind, and said that of course I shguld gq to‘yoq. _'_I‘l_1at was why.“ T‘I neaf-ly went 7125‘ gieep,” said Poppy, as Frgsern 1;ouse_d her gently. So she took of her hat and jacket, and Fraser, taking them from her, laid them reverently in his bunk. Then Popply moved farther along the seat, and, taking some coffee, pro- nounpedAherself much refreshed. whereabouts of that erratic marine until his meditations were broken by the entrance of the boy with the steaming coffee, followed by Bill bear- ing'a couple of teaspoons. began briskly to set the table. He ran up on deck again to see how his fire was progressing, and thrusting his head down the forecastle communicat- edjhe Exciting news to Bill. To Fraser, sitting watching his sleeping guest, it seemed like a beau- tiful dream. That Poppy Tyrell should be sitting in his cabin and looking to him as her only friend seemed almost incredible. A sudden remembrance of Flower subdued at once the ai'dour of his gaze, and he sat wondering veg-uer as to the “Cook’ll be sorry‘ 'e missed this,” he murmureq. as he bfiglgtengfiup afld LA_A I He went grumbling up to the gal- ley, and, lighting some sticks, put the kettle on, and then descended to the cabin, starting with genuine surprise as he saw the skipper sitting opposite a pretty girl, who was leaning back in he; §ea_t__f_a_st asleey. “That’s what a chap gets by keep- ing hisself sober,” said the youthful philosopher, as he poured a little cold tea out of the kettle on to his hand- kerchief and washed himself. “Other pegple’s work to do.” “And some coffee," said Fraser, as he lit the lamp and turned to depart. “Bill,” said the‘ small boy, indign- antly. ' “Wot d'ye want?” said the seaman. “ ’Elp me to wake that drunken pig up," said the youth, pointing a resent- ful finger at the cook. “I ain't goin' to do all the work." “You leave ’im alone,” said Bill, ferociously. The cook had been very liberal that evening, and friendship is friendship, after all. The small sleeper sighed discon- solately, and, first extending one slender leg, clambered out and began to dress, yawning pathetically as he did so. “And some coffee.” said Fraser 2: “And be quick about it,” said the skipper, “and wash your face and put a comb through yaur hair. Come, out_ you get." the road, but the tme seemed veryi short to Fraser. As far as he was concerned he would willineg have dis- pensed with the tram which they met at the end and the antique four-wheel- er in which they completed their jour- ney to the river. They found a waterman’s skiff at the stairs, and sat side by side in the stern, looking con- tentedly over the dark water, as the ‘waterman pulled in the direction of the iSwallow, which was moored in the itier. There was no response to their hail, and Fraser himself, clambering over the side with the painter, assist- ed Miss Tyrell, who, as the daughter ‘of one sgilornand the_g_uest_of»another, “Get some sup “quick.” “Supper, sir?” a gqrprised yawn -...,... uvvvv wovle a. “All right; that’ll do,” said the skip- per, sharply, as he struck another match, and gave the invalid a final disgusted punch. “Where’s the boy?” A small, dirty face with matted hair porjtrude‘d from the bunk above the Fraser conducted her to the cabin, and motioning her to a seat on the locker, went forward to see about some supper. He struck a match in the forecastle, and scrutinised the sleepers, and coming to the conclusion that something. which was lying doubled up in a bunk, with its head buried in the pillow, waslthe cook, shook it vigorously. “Did you want cook, sir?” said a voice from another bunk. “Yes,” said Fraser, sharply, as he punched the figure again and again. “Poor cookie ain’t well, sir,” said the seaman, sympathetically; “’e’s been very delikit all this evenin’; that‘s theworst 9‘ them teetotalers.”‘ 11“: - V _ ...-v "u. managed to throw offuhéffifatigue sufl ficiently to admire the lines of the small steamer. highest The Peerless Pereiio : ’ Divides your stock and they stay where you pm} :Lem. The fence that apnea 5m: for all time. Can't rust, mm m zuw‘k down. Stands any weather. Each joint securely hold mm zlm Peerless loak. all parts heavily ululnllwl. the struugugl, mu r servlceable farm fence made and bufly guaranteed. SEND l-‘o CATALOG of all klml. u: femng m mm. 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