Convinced now that there was but one way to escape from his Fate--Golly!--John Gale took holy orders and at once started for London.

As he stood on the deck of the steamer he heard an imbecile chuckle in his ear.

It was the simple old clergyman: "You are going to London to join the Church, John; Golly is going there, too, as hospital nurse.

There's a pair of you! He! he! Look after her, John, and protect her Manx simplicity." Before John could recover himself, Golly was at his side executing the final steps of a "cellar-door flap jig" to the light-hearted refrain:-- "We are a simple family--we are--we are--we are!" And even as her pure young voice arose above the screams of the departure whistle, she threw a double back-somersault on the quarterdeck, cleverly alighting on the spikes of the wheel before the delighted captain.
"Jingle my electric bells," he said, looking at the bright young thing, "but you're a regular minx--" "I beg your pardon," interrupted John Gale, with a quick flush.
"I mean a regular MANX," said the captain hurriedly.
A singular paleness crossed the deeply religious face of John.

As the vessel rose on the waves, he passed his hand hurriedly first across his brows and then over his high-buttoned clerical waistcoat, that visible sign of a devoted ascetic life! Then murmuring in his low, deep voice, "Brandy, steward," he disappeared below..