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In speaking of this intended meeting, Valentine Jernam had spoken also of the good fortune which had attended his latest trading adventures; and he had said enough to let these men know that he carried the proceeds of his trading upon his person. "Joyce wanted me to bank my money," he said; "but none of your banking rogues for me.
"Four years to-day, Joyce, since I first set eyes upon your face in the hospital at New Orleans," said Captain Jernam, in the confidence of this jovial hour. "'Why, the fellow's dead, said I. 'No; he's only dying, says the doctor.
George Jernam watched his face as he contemplated the token, and saw that it was not the face of a guilty man. "Oh, captain, captain!" he exclaimed, remorsefully, "if I have suspected you all this time for nothing?" "Suspected me of what?" "Of being concerned, more or less, in my brother's murder.
Miller stood looking at her guest, rather awkwardly, but said at length: "Pray sit down, ma'am. That's my brother; the only creature I have belonging to me in the world." And here Mrs. Miller sighed, and looked as if the possession were not an unqualified advantage. "Has he been here long?" asked Mrs. Jernam. "No, ma'am; he only came last night, and is gone again.
It has been lying here for the last two or three days; but I forgot all about it till just this minute." Joyce took the letter. It was addressed to Captain Valentine Jernam, of the 'Pizarro', at the 'Jolly Tar', care of the landlord, and it came from the Cape of Good Hope. Joyce recognized George Jernam's writing.
"How cheery it all looks; and a man must be a fool who couldn't enjoy himself at home after tossing about in a hurricane off Gibraltar for a week at a stretch. But where's your mistress?" cried Joe Duncombe, suddenly, turning to the astonished Susan. "Where's Mrs. Jernam? where's my daughter? Doesn't she hear her old father's gruff voice?
He dipped a pen in ink, tried it, and then began to write. He wrote, "London, July 20th," and "My Dear Boyd;" and having written thus much, he came to a stop. The easiest part of the letter was finished. Captain Jernam sat with his elbows resting on the table, looking straight before him, in pure absence of mind.
George Jernam had promised Rosamond that she should know of his coming before ever he set foot on shore, and he contrived to keep his word. One fine March day she saw a vessel sailing up the river, with a white flag flying from the main-mast. On the white flag blazed, in bright red letters, the name, "Rosamond!" When Miss Duncombe saw this, she knew at once that her lover had returned.
The captain was sitting by the fire meditating, and sipping his last glass of grog, when the door was opened, and some one came into the room. Joseph Duncombe looked up with a start as the new-comer entered, and, to his intense astonishment, recognized George Jernam. "Jernam!" he cried; "you in London? Well, this is the greatest surprise of all."
The time must pass, she told herself, her husband must return to her, and soon there would be for them a household angel like this one, to bring peace and happiness permanently to their home. Susan Jernam and Rosamond were much puzzled about this lovely child, Gerty Smith, as she was called. Not only her looks, but certain little ways she had, contradicted Mrs.
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