my 'davy to it if you perticulary wish it, that that son of yours es a lucky dog. He's got hes bread buttered on boath sides, and hes tay es putty well sweetened."

"Whatever do you mean?" asked the niece in astonishment at this glowing description of Arthur's prospects.

"What do I mane?" said Uncle Anthony, "why this-anybody else would ha' been content to ha' struck a bargain for five shellen' a week, but my nevy have a meeade another bargain, to go a-fishing with the best man in St. Enodoc, and es castin' sheep's eyes on hes darter."

Why, uncle," said Arthur, amazed to hear this charge, "I never spoke to Daniel Trewhella's daughter."

"Come, come," said Uncle Anthony, "don't tell me, you can spake weth your eyes as well as weth your mouth, and my

owld eyes aren't so blind yet that I ceeant see a grampus three yards off."

"You are only joking, uncle," said Arthur.

"Jokin'!" said the old gentleman, with a roguish smile upon his weatherbeaten countenance; "was you jokin' when you opened your eyes so wide when you went in as ef they was baw winders? And was Jenifer Trewhella jokin' when her white face went, while she sheeaked hands weth 'ee, so rud as a pickled cabbage, I was goin' to say-but that weeant do—blud weeant do, for that's gashly, and so rud as fire might do ef fire wodn sometimes blue -well so rud as my old silk pocket-handkercher ?

"Perhaps I did open my eyes more than usual," admitted Arthur, "for I never expected to see such a handsome young woman; but her blushing was only

the result of seeing a stranger unex

pectedly.'

"Oh, of course," assented Uncle Anthony; "but mark my words, Jane, and write them in the family Bible, under the births, marriages, and deaths, so as they're handy by when you want 'em again."

Arthur, in the course of a week, entered upon his partnership with Daniel Trewhella. The profits were to be divided into three portions, one each of which the two fishermen took, while the other share went to Daniel, in return for his providing the boats and fishing-gear. Arthur, by this arrangement, was brought a good deal into contact with Trewhella's wife and daughter. Rebecca took very kindly to the strong, manly, young fisherman. Well-built as he was, and tall, with a fine, goodhumoured countenance, an intelligent

fellow, with a knowledge of books such as few of his class possessed, he was naturally a woman's favourite. He was no awkward clown struck dumb by a lovely face, nor was he one to imagine that indulgence in horseplay and coarse jokes was a passport to a woman's smiles. Mrs. Treleaven's gentle bearing and example had shown him the way to be at once strong and brave, and tender and true. Jenifer Trewhella did not seem to be attracted towards her father's new comrade. She rarely entered into any conversation with him, and, indeed, his presence seemed to put a restraint upon her tongue. As Arthur often dropped in of an evening, this could hardly pass unnoticed by her mother.

Why are you so still in the evenings now?" she asked Jenifer; "you used to

was brimful of quiet fun. Now, however, she often sat for a whole evening and listened to the conversation between her father and Arthur, without offering any observation except in reply to a question.

"I don't know, mother," she answered, "I suppose it's because I like to listen to father."

"And doan't you like to listen to Arthur? I'm sure, as father says, he's a pleasant companion."

"Oh, yes, mother, he's very entertaining, but-"

"But what, Jenifer?"

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Well, mother, you see Arthur is almost a stranger, and I don't take very kindly to strangers."

"I doan't call un a streanger," said Rebecca, "he've a been weth us nearly three months now. Of course he's not an owld friend like Mark."