Ah! long before this the love-letters had been destroyed--had been torn by the swift waves; the faded flowers and all the pretty love-tokens were done to death in the brisk waters.

I wondered if, in thought, that beautiful, desperate woman would go back to that spot on the Chain Pier.
The morning following dawned bright and calm; there was a golden sunlight and a blue sea; why the color of the water should change so greatly, I could not think, but change it did.

I have seen it clear as an emerald, and I have seen it blue as the lakes and seas of Italy.

This morning it wore a blue dress, and a thousand, brilliants danced on its broad, sweet bosom.

Already there were a number of people on the promenade; both piers looked beautiful, and were full of life and activity.