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A lady, with her head projecting out of the window, said: "Come up in the sitting-room." I did as requested. As I opened the door, she stepped forward and extended her hand, with the remark: "How are you, Prof. Johnston? Where did you leave Prof. De Voe?" I answered the question, adding: "Madam, you know me, but I can't place you, although your countenance looks familiar."

"Surely you are not a Democrat?" said Miss De Voe, a shade of horror showing itself in her face, in spite of her good breeding. In those days it was not, to put it mildly, a guarantee of respectability to belong to that party, and Miss De Voe had the strong prejudices of her social station, all the more because she was absolutely ignorant of political events. Peter said he was. "How can you be?

As he set down his half-finished tumbler, and turned to leave, he found Miss De Voe at his elbow, about to take her morning glass. "This is a very pleasant surprise," she said, holding out her hand. "When did you arrive?" "I only came last night." "And how long shall you be here?" "I cannot say. I am attending the convention, and my stay will depend on that."

"If a boat built and manned by human hands can live in this sea, there is one this moment in Hamna Voe as well able to do so as any which floats on water," answered Maitland. "Some of her crew may be at their hut even now, though the gale will have given those who live nearest a holiday, and they probably have gone to their houses."

Sir Marcus had before this again put off the time for his return home; but at length a large cutter a Leith smack was seen standing towards the castle. She dropped her anchor at the entrance of Lunnasting Voe, and a boat containing a lady and gentleman immediately put off from her, and pulled for the landing-place. Hilda soon recognised her father and sister.

Miss De Voe had cut down her social duties for the ten days Peter was there, giving far more time for them to kill than usually fell to Newporters even in those comparitively simple days. In one of these talks, Miss De Voe spoke of Dorothy. "She is such a nice, sweet girl," she said. "We all hope she'll marry Lispenard." "Do you think cousins ought to marry?"

Morton also, followed by the Spanish lieutenant, came up. "We can render no further assistance to the crew of the unfortunate ship," he observed; "not another person who was on board her remains alive but those we have here." With the most gentle care poor Hilda was conveyed to the boat, which pulled back towards Hamna Voe.

It was really refreshing not to be truckled to, but it is rather startling to meet the first man who does not want to win his way to my visiting list. I don't think he even knows who Miss De Voe is." "He will find out quick enough," laughed a girl, "and then he will do what they all do." "No," said Miss De Voe. "I suspect it will make no difference. He isn't that kind, I think.

The incident just related is very unusual, and far from the range of most people's experience. The old adage, "Truth is stranger than fiction" is ably illustrated here. And to prove its authenticity, I will say that I have letters in my possession from Prof. De Voe, who is living with her second husband, in Cincinnati, in which mention is made of our experience.

"Our brows are bound with spindrift, and the weed is on our knees, Our loins are battered 'neath us by the swinging, smoking seas; From reef, and rock, and skerry, over headland, ness, and voe, The coastwise lights of England watch the ships of England go." The largest, Farne Island, is the nearest to the coast, and is the one to which St. Aidan retired, and on which St.