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"Tavia was going to help play a joke on Rosabel," interrupted Dorothy, anxious to make the matter as light as possible, and help Tavia with her honesty. "Why, that would be too bad," said Mrs. White, "Poor Rosabel has trouble with her skin. It is always flaming red, and it seems almost impossible to cool down the sudden flashes. It is caused by a nervous condition." Tavia dropped her eyes.
Leopold and Stumpy were enraptured with the craft, and looked her over with the utmost delight. They followed the Orion all day, and kept up with her, for the new Rosabel was even faster than the old one. But our story is nearly told, and we cannot follow these pleasant parties on their excursions on the bay.
How is that, my boy?" "I certainly would not divide with him, or with anybody, for that matter," replied the skipper of the Rosabel. "I found the money, all alone by myself, on the night before the Orion arrived. I left it where it was, because I did not know what to do with it," replied Leopold. "Where is it now?" asked the landlord. "In my uncle's safe.
I have every reason to believe that you poisoned my dog, and that you, were the man who came to my window the other night. And I suspect that you are the cause of poor Rosabel Vick's suicide. Now you know what I think of you. My God, how could you have come here tonight? These people trusted you, they still trust you. Until now I did not believe such men as you existed. You "
"Of course it is a very great honor," laughed Rosabel, as she shook back the affluence of wavy auburn locks which fell upon her shoulders. "Leopold is a real good fellow." "He is a very good-looking fellow, too," added Isabel, in a lower tone. "His face is handsome, and if he were only dressed in good style, he would be magnificent."
The craft, whatever it was, from which the music came, was much nearer than when the skipper of the Rosabel first heard the signal. This satisfied him that she was headed to the north-east, and was nearly close-hauled, for the wind was about east; in other words, the craft from which the melody of the fog horn came was standing from the sea directly towards the ledges off High Rock.
"There is nothing left of the Rosabel," said Leopold, as he gazed down upon the white-capped billows which lashed the jagged rocks below. "She went to pieces like an egg-shell." "Never mind the boat, Leopold. I am so thankful that our lives were spared," replied Rosabel. "O, I don't care for the boat. I only thank God that you were saved. I thought we should both be dashed in pieces on the rocks."
"It's rather rough out here," said Charley Redmond, when the sloop began to dance and leap on the waves thrown up by the fresh north-west wind. "It's delightful!" exclaimed Isabel; "isn't it, Rose?" "I think so, Belle; I enjoy it above all things." "But the boat is rather small," suggested Charley, as a cloud of spray dashed over the bow. "So much the better," added Rosabel.
Of course, I am terribly unstrung and unhappy over poor little Rosabel, but I am not afraid of HIM. He will not come here. Tell me again just what he is accused of doing." The car had drawn up under the porte-cochere. Webster repeated the story he had had from Gilfillan. She sat perfectly still during the lengthy recital. "And to think " she began, but checked the words in time.
Captain Bounce knew his way into the river this time, and in a few moments more the Orion reached the anchorage off the wharf. As soon as Leopold recognized the vessel, he hastened to the Rosabel, his heart beating wildly with the pleasant excitement of the occasion. Embarking in the sloop, he was soon alongside the Orion.
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