t and so contemptuous, that
it set his soul afire. He boiled with fury and humiliation. But stir he
could not, nor speak. The bride's contempt, and she showed it, was
beyond endurance. Gasping with passion, he tried to rush forward and
smite the grooms--to scream--to do anything. But he could only
stand--immovable.

Suddenly the music changed. From a stately march it galloped into the
air of a comic song that he had always hated. The Pope, as he marched
by, stopped in front of him and cursed him for a Protestant. And now,
beneath the jewelled tiara, Pats recognized the drunken old sailor with
the chin beard.

But in the midst of these curses came tremendous blows against the outer
walls, resounding through the whole interior of the Cathedral; then an
awful voice, as from The Almighty, reverberated down the aisle:

"Time to get up! We are there!"

The martyr, in the violence of his struggle, banged his head against the
berth above, and shouted:

"Where?"

"At Boyd's Island, sir, where you get off."

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V

WONDERLAND

When Pats, in the early morning light, stepped out upon the deck, he
found, enveloping all things, a thick, yellow fog. Miss Marshall, her
maid, and Father Burke stood peering over the starboard rail at an
approaching life-boat. This boat had been ashore with baggage, and was
now returning for the passengers.

The fog lifted at intervals, allowing fugitive glimpses of a wooded
promontory not a quarter of a mile away.

Pats was struck afresh this morning by Miss Marshall's appearance. She
wore a light gray dress and a hat with an impressive bunch of black, and
he saw, with sorrowing eyes, that she and all that pertained to her had
become more distantly patrician, more generally exalted and
unattainable, if possible, than heretofore. He knew little of women's
dress, but in the style and cut of this particular gown there existed an
indefinable something that warned him off. No mortal woman in such
attire could fail to realize her own perfection. He also knew that the
apparent simplicity of the hat and gown were delusive.

And this woman was so accustomed to the adoration of men that it only
annoyed her! Verily, if there was a gulf between them yesterday, to-day
it had become a shoreless ocean!

Moreover, he thought he detected in Father Burke's face, as they shook
hands at parting, a look of triumph imperfectly suppressed. While
causing a mild chagrin, it brought no surp