y be balked in the object upon which he had
set his heart and mind.

Captain Josh met Jimmy at the wharf, and the two walked down the road
together.

"Well, did ye see Dodge?" the captain eagerly enquired.

"No," was the brief reply.

"No?" the old man repeated, while his heart sank low.

"I didn't see him, and I didn't intend to."

"But what about Whyn, Jimmy? Didn't ye promise me that----"

"Oh, that's all right," and the son gave a short laugh. "I have the
money, and isn't that enough?"

"Ye've got the money, ye say?" the captain asked in astonishment,
stopping abruptly, and looking keenly into the young man's face.
"Where did ye git it?"

"Don't worry about that, dad. It's honest money, and I'm glad it's to
be spent for a good purpose. But for that little song I heard in New
York, it would have been all blown in by this time."

"Jimmy, d'ye tell me that it's yer own money?" the captain demanded.
"Or are ye only foolin' me?"

"It was mine, dad, but now it's yours, so here it is," and the son
brought forth a big roll of bills from his pocket, and handed it to his
father. "Sit down, dad, and see how much is there."

Seating himself upon a stone, the captain spread out the bills upon his
knee, by fifties and hundreds.

"A thousand dollars!" he gasped, when he had finished. His hands
trembled, and his body shook from the vehemence of his emotion.
"Jimmy----" It was all he could say.

"There, there, dad, that will do," and the son laid his right hand
affectionately upon his father's shoulder. "When you want any more,
let me know. But don't give that girl a hint where that money came
from. Tell her a friend gave it, see? Come, now, let's get home.
Mother will be waiting tea for us."

The captain said very little during supper, and when the meal was over,
he sat smoking for some time in deep thought. Then he laid aside his
pipe, and went to Whyn's room. He knocked gently upon the door before
entering. The girl gave him a wan smile of greeting, and reached out
her thin hand. The captain held it for awhile, and Whyn was content to
let it remain there.

"How are ye feelin', little one?" he asked.

"Tired," was the reply. "But mamma is coming to-morrow, and I must be
better when she is here."

"Sure, sure. But we're goin' to have ye better all the time soon, so
keep up courage."

"I'm afraid not," and Whyn gazed sadly and thoughtfully toward the
window where the westering sun was casti