unt Betty.
Terrence O'Connor continued to rove about the world in the capacity of a
ship's cook till near the end of his days. John Mitford and Peggy
unexpectedly came into a small inheritance soon after returning home,
and settled down for life close to the coxswain's cottage. Tomlin went
to New Zealand to seek his fortune. Whether he found it or not, we
cannot tell! Last, but not least, Dr Hayward and his wife returned to
their native land, and for many years afterwards kept up a steady
correspondence with Nell Massey, in which, you may be sure, there were
frequent and pleasant allusions to the time which they had spent
together on the lonely isle in the southern seas.
One morning, Nellie presented her husband with a baby boy. Bob was out
with the lifeboat rescuing a shipwrecked crew at the time the
presentation was made. On his return, he opened the door and stood
before his wife dripping wet.
"Fifteen saved this time, Nell," he began, but the nurse stopped him by
exhibiting the baby boy.
"Thank the Lord!" he said, with a glad look in his wet eyes.
"You mustn't come near us," said the nurse, with a look of warning.
"Only a look just now."
"The tide has risen to the flood now, Bob," murmured the young mother,
softly.
"Ay," said the coxswain in a deep voice, "an' it's a high spring tide
too. God bless you, Nell!"
THE END.
STORY TWO, CHAPTER 1.
JACK FROST AND SONS--A SHORT STORY.
One year in the last quarter of the present century John Frost, Esquire,
of Arctic Hall, paid an unusually long visit to the British Islands.
John, or Jack, Frost, as he was familiarly called by those who did not
fear him, was a powerful fellow; an amazingly active, vigorous,
self-willed fellow, whom it was difficult to resist, and, in some
circumstances, quite impossible to overcome.
Jack was a giant. Indeed, it is not improbable that he was also a
"giant-killer,"--an insolent, self-assertive, cold-hearted giant, who
swaggered with equal freedom into the palaces of the rich and the
cottages of the poor; but he did not by any means meet with the same
reception everywhere.
In palaces and mansions he was usually met in the entrance hall by a
sturdy footman who kicked him out and slammed the door in his face,
while in cottages and lowly dwellings he was so feebly opposed that he
gained entrance easily--for he was a bullying shameless fellow, who
forced his way wherever he could--and was induced to quit
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