op. Augustus was in bed asleep, but Marhall hammered
on the door until he got up and come down, wanting to know what all the
racket was about.

"Come into your shop and do the best job you ever did in your life,
Gus,' said Marshall. 'The Liberals are in and you're going to barber a
good Grit before the sun rises.'

"Gus was mad as hops--partly because he'd been dragged out of bed, but
more because he's a Tory. He vowed he wouldn't shave any man after
twelve at night.

"'You'll do what I want you to do, sonny,' said Marshall, 'or I'll jest
turn you over my knee and give you one of those spankings your mother
forgot.'

"He'd have done it, too, and Gus knew it, for Marshall is as strong as
an ox and Gus is only a midget of a man. So he gave in and towed
Marshall in to the shop and went to work. 'Now,' says he, 'I'll barber
you up, but if you say one word to me about the Grits getting in while
I'm doing it I'll cut your throat with this razor,' says he. You
wouldn't have thought mild little Gus could be so bloodthirsty, would
you? Shows what party politics will do for a man. Marshall kept quiet
and got his hair and beard disposed of and went home. When his old
housekeeper heard him come upstairs she peeked out of her bedroom door
to see whether 'twas him or the hired boy. And when she saw a strange
man striding down the hall with a candle in his hand she screamed blue
murder and fainted dead away. They had to send for the doctor before
they could bring her to, and it was several days before she could look
at Marshall without shaking all over."

Captain Jim had no fish. He seldom went out in his boat that summer,
and his long tramping expeditions were over. He spent a great deal of
his time sitting by his seaward window, looking out over the gulf, with
his swiftly-whitening head leaning on his hand. He sat there tonight
for many silent minutes, keeping some tryst with the past which Anne
would not disturb. Presently he pointed to the iris of the West:

"That's beautiful, isn't, it, Mistress Blythe? But I wish you could
have seen the sunrise this morning. It was a wonderful
thing--wonderful. I've seen all kinds of sunrises come over that gulf.
I've been all over the world, Mistress Blythe, and take it all in all,
I've never seen a finer sight than a summer sunrise over the gulf. A
man can't pick his time for dying, Mistress Blythe--jest got to go when
the Great Captain gives His sailing orders. But