28/28 And only then, in the struggling, fast-flying moonlight, she raised a passionate hand, and threw it far into the sea! As he led her back to the cottage she said she was jealous, and honest Captain Bunker, with his arm around her, felt himself the happiest man in the world! ***** From that day the flag flew regularly over the rocky shelf, and, in time, bugles and morning drumbeats were wafted from it to the decks of passing ships. For the Federal Government had adjudged the land for its own use, paid Captain Bunker a handsome sum for its possession, and had discreetly hidden the little cottage of Mrs.Bunker and its history forever behind bastion and casemate. |