Jupiter Lights

navigation, certainl

it better than the hother?" a

eard her speak) from her fresh, rosy complexion, her smooth hair put plainly and primly back f

er sweet voice, dropping her h's (and adding them, too) in unexpected places. "It

o see them again so soon,"

uce was not rich; in her own land she did not intend to give herself the luxury of a lady's-maid-an indulgence more un

ll sides save one; here there was, at some distance, a bank or shore of dark land, dark in comparison with the green. Beyond this shore-and one could easily see over

that ravaging, ramping, rolling, disturbing surface upon whose terrific inequalities the Inland Route relied for its own patronage. There were no inequalities here, certainly, unless one counted as such the sensation which Meadows had described as "being 'umped up." The channel was very narrow, and as it wound with apparent aimlessness hither and thither in the salt-marsh, it made every now and then such a short turn, doubling upon itself, that the steamer, small as she was, could only pass it by running ashore, and then allowing her bows to be ha

! Ger-lon

to get on here at all at

ican sunset flamed in the sky. The returning American welcomed them. She was not happy; she was as far as possible from being what is called amiable; but for the moment she admired, forgetting her own griefs. Then the after-glow fade

Bruce asked, as this official

Jupiter

e gave to the name its English pro

s a place he had never heard of. "The next landing is War-wick," he an

said Miss B

. Ain't t

nock her about with more and more violence, until at last the only steady thing in sight was the blazing star of Jupiter Light, which still shone calmly ahead. After half an hour of this rough progress a low beach presented itself th

captain, in the exigencies of making a safe landing with h

at's all. Slacken off that line th

y through the little boat's dark, wet, hissing lower regions, em

asked, as a small fi

I am C

d. But Cicely put up her f

s? Oh, you have broug

id; she goes back to-morr

ugh for anything. I was only wondering what our people would ma

ng-the baby?" a

no; Jack'

ered at

companion's arm. "Uncle Abram is shocked that your maid-what did you call her-Fields?-should be carrying anything-a white lady, as he supposes; and he is t

lanced mechanically in

more negroes approached, and lifted one of the trunks which she was guarding. She followed the trunk; and now Uncle Abram, coming round on the other side, tried to get possession of a larger bag w

prevented Miss Bruce from cal

. "I didn't expect anythin

eased. Besides the dark heaving waves, the tall light-house, and the beach, there was now

r own ears a horribly false sound; she was speaking merely for the sake of saying somethin

wered. "The sea is round on the other side. You will hear i

g a mule; one of these animals was attached to a wago

ly, going towards the wagon. "I reck

Never mind the luggage; it is quite safe

ed running; but she still stood guard over the trunks. "An

ins a gold-mounted dressing-case and the other a jewel-casket; she is accustomed to such things, and considers

by his low brows; and then, after some persuasion, the mule was induced to start, the cart with the luggage following behind, Plato and Pomp beside it. The road was deeply covered with sand;

," Cicely

n those bags," said Eve; "they are too heavy for

ut the moonlight. But Uncle Abram knew the way; and so did the mule, who conducted his wagon over the remaining space, and up to the porch of a large

her face close to Eve's, and whispered: "I'd better tell you now, so that you won't call me that again-before the others: I'm not Mrs. Bruce any longer; my name is Morrison. I m

for she had remained motionless in the wagon, making no effort to follow Cicely's example. Now she descended, jealously aided by Meadows, who had retained but one clear idea amid all these bewilderments of night-drives with

y said, leading the

e tall woman who had been w

, by way of introducti

put her arms round Eve and kissed her. "You are very welcome, my dear. Bu

cold," Eve

that the judge hasti

nned her. "I am perfectly well," she went on, in a clear voice. "It has been a long voyage, and that, you

have all hoped-that you would spend a long time with us." Miss Abercrombie had a soft voice wi

ill be impossible," Miss

e hearth, and, in another moment, the brilliant blaze, leaping up, made a great cheer. Cicely had disappeared. Judge Abercrombie, discomfited by the visitor

oad-shouldered, slender, with golden hair and a very white face. The eyes were long and rather narrow; they were dark blue in color, and they were not pleasant eyes-so Miss Sabrina thought; their expression was both angry and cold. The cheeks were thin, the outline of the features bold. The mouth was distinctly ugly, the full lips prominent, the expression sullen. At this moment Cicely entered, carrying a little child,

e?" he lisped, inquiringly. Then, after inspecting her carefully, still keepi

ntary motion, moved away from Cicely, looking about the room as if in search of another place, and finally taking refuge besid

, laughed. Then she went to her grandfather, put her arm in his, and they left the room together

dear. But I think it is a comfort that he does look like him; don't you? And now

and stroked her cheek; he was crooning meanwhile to himself composedly a little song of his own invention; it was evident that he would neve

ng so far forward that her flat breast had rested almost on her knees). "Give up her child-her own child? My

help me. What will she care in a month from no

ked her niece's second marriage. "The simplest way would

Now? How can

's a desolate place now, I know; but it's very peaceful. The garden is pretty. And we hoped that you wouldn't mind. We ev

. She went to Miss Sabrina and took hold of her shoulder. "Do you think I can stand seeing him," she demanded-"he

"You mean Mr. Morrison?" she said, hurriedly risin

hing more. Six months ago. She let me come h

it is as dear to me as the graves of my own family, and I keep the grass cut very carefully; I will show you. You remember when I wrote you that second time? I feared it then, though I was not sure, and I tried to prepare you a little by saying that the baby was now your chief interest, naturally. And he wasn't going to

he

was at a cousin's. But she only stayed with him for a few months, and we fear that it is not a very happy marriage.

hat distance, immediately began to whisper. "Of course we don't know that it is an unhappy marriage; but as she came back to us so soon, it struck us so-it made that impression;

t she? She couldn't very well have palmed off some other baby on you, for Jack himself was here then, I know. Oh, you needn't be afraid, I shall defe

She remained where she was at the end of the l