Ye know now, deary," he went on, speaking with difficulty through Mrs.Bunker's clinging arms and fast dripping tears, "why I didn't heave to to say 'good-by.' But it's all over now--I've made a clean breast of it, Mollie--and don't you cry!" But it was NOT all over.

For a moment later Captain Bunker began to fumble in his waistcoat pocket with the one hand that was not clasping his wife's waist.

"One thing more, Mollie; when I left her and refused to take any of her dimons, she put a queer sort o' ring into my hand, and told me with a kind o' mischievious, bedevilin' smile, that I must keep it to remember her by.

Here it is--why, Mollie lass! are you crazy ?" She had snatched it from his fingers and was running swiftly from the cottage out into the tempestuous night.

He followed closely, until she reached the edge of the rocks.