p you in pocket money."

"That will be a great deal of money to me, and I shall be very glad to
earn it so pleasantly."

"Then that settles matters for a few months--when we get back it will
be time to buckle to work. Heigh-ho! Lieutenant, head 'The Lapwing'
for the Bay of Biscay, and we will set our faces toward sunshine, and
cast care and useless regret behind our backs."

At Gibraltar Lord Lynne evidently expected letters, but they did not
come. Every mail he was anxious and restless, every mail he was
disappointed. At length he seemed to relinquish hope, and 'The
Lapwing' proceeded on her voyage. One night they were drifting slowly
off the coast of Spain. The full moon shone over a tranquil sea, and
the wind blowing off shore, filled the sails with the perfume of
orange blossoms. Lord Lynne had sent that day a boat into Valencia,
hoping for letters, and had been again disappointed. As he walked the
deck with Jan in the moonlight, he said sadly, "I feel much troubled
to-night, Jan."

"Ever since we were in Gibraltar I have seen that thou hast some
trouble, my lord. And I am sorry for thee; my own heart is aching
to-night; for that reason I can feel for thy grief too."

"I wonder what trouble could come to a man hid away from life in such
a quiet corner of the world as Shetland?"

"There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make
sorrow in it."

"By every thing! You are right, Jan."

There was a few minutes' silence, and then Jan said: "Shall I tell
thee what trouble came to me through a woman in Shetland?"

"I would like to hear about it."

Then Jan began. He spoke slowly and with some hesitation at first. His
youth was connected with affairs about which the Shetlanders always
spoke cautiously. His father had been one of the boldest and most
successful of the men who carried on that "French trade" which the
English law called smuggling. He had made money easily, had spent it
lavishly, and at the last had gone to the bottom with his ship, rather
than suffer her to be taken. His mother had not long survived her
husband, but there had been money enough left to educate and provide
for Jan until he reached manhood.

"I was ten years old when mother died," he continued, "and since then
no one has really loved me but Michael Snorro. I will tell thee how
our love began. One day I was on the pier watching the loading of a
boat. Snorro was helping with her cargo, and the boys were teasing
him,