. Christmas cheer [electronic resource]: in three courses, more than ordinary ones, and where every guest will get his dessert, and a taste of those choice spirits, "that cheer but not inebriate," . an that slung your hammock,sir, said the master-at-arms, presenting a seamanto Hurley in the eock-pit. 1 suppose I must give him a glass of grog,said Ilarlev, and lie turned to look at the manin the dusky light. Will you have a glass of Ave, by my halidame, said the seaman, andHurley looked at him with surprise, and recog-nised Jeremy Tippler. Dont you know me ? he suid. Indeed I do, sir, said Jere
. Christmas cheer [electronic resource]: in three courses, more than ordinary ones, and where every guest will get his dessert, and a taste of those choice spirits, "that cheer but not inebriate," . an that slung your hammock,sir, said the master-at-arms, presenting a seamanto Hurley in the eock-pit. 1 suppose I must give him a glass of grog,said Ilarlev, and lie turned to look at the manin the dusky light. Will you have a glass of Ave, by my halidame, said the seaman, andHurley looked at him with surprise, and recog-nised Jeremy Tippler. Dont you know me ? he suid. Indeed I do, sir, said Jeremy, and may Irequest, instead of the grog, a pint of sherry, toput me in mind of better times ? They are but abarbarous set here ! When Harley saw the captain that evening,the captain gave him a small parcel directed tohim in a female hand—which, however, was notHelens. It had been left for him at Fairfaxshouse just before, and forwarded by the house-keeper. Ive made a conquest somewhere, thoughtHarley, flattered. So he went to his office andopened the parcel, and was not a little elatedwhen he found that it contained, with a prettylittle note, signed Eleanor—a diamond ring. CHAPTER mouth, Helennot be found,the girl came,had been cryimwell the outward E hope that the intelligentreader will believe us whenwe say, that the eventshitherto narrated did notoccupy any very greatlength of time. But a fewweeks have passed, andsome of the yellow leavesof autumn still linger onthe trees. Let us go backa few days, and look atthe people in The Planta-tion. The morning that Gibbswas to depart for Ply-rang her bell, but Mary couldAfter she had waited some timeand Helen saw at once that shePoor Helen knew only toosigns induced by that operation. She could get no explanation from her, however,though the girl came on various pretences to herseveral times during the clay, seeming anxious tosay semething, and not having the couraee to <<* HEARTS ARE TRUMPS. speak. Nor did Helen om
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