There is one there now!" She stood straining her eyes to watch the scene once so familiar, until the steamer, drawing towards the landing-place, completely hid it from her.

Then the lights on shore flashed out more brightly close at hand, and the figures of men waiting on the wharf could be distinguished.

Just as the cable was thrown on shore a boat came flying across the river from the island.

It drew up to the wharf, and next moment Mr.Strafford was seen coming through the little crowd to receive his visitors.

They landed immediately, and he led them to his boat.
"You remember this crossing ?" he said to Mrs.Costello; "it was by this way that you left the island." "With my baby in my arms.