d goes curtseying into harbor like a duchess."

As they talked the wind rose, and the play of its solemn music in the
rigging of the yacht and in the deep bass of the billows was, as Harry
said, "like a chant of High Mass. I heard one for the sailors leaving
Hull last Christmas night," he said, "and I shall never forget it."

"But you are a Methodist, sir?"

"Oh, that does not hinder! A good Methodist can pray wherever there is
honest prayer going on. John was with me, and I knew by John's face he
was praying. I was but a lad, but I said 'Our Father,' for I knew that
Christ's words could not be wrong wherever they were said."

"Well, sir, I hope you will recover your health soon and be able to
return to your business."

"My health, Captain, is firstrate! I have not come to sea for my health.
Surely to goodness, John did not tell you that story?"

"No, he did not, and I saw that you were well enough as soon as you came
on board."

"Well, Captain, I am here to try how a life of pleasure and idleness
will suit me. I hate the mill, I hate its labor and all about it, and
John thought a few months of nothing to do would make me go cheerfully
back to work."

"Do you think it will?"

"I say no--downright."

"And what then, sir?"

"I really cannot say what I may do. I have a bit of money from my
father, and I know lots of good fellows who seem happy enough without
business or work of any kind. They just amuse themselves or have some
fad of pleasure-making like fast horses."

"Such men ought never to have been born, sir. They only cumber the mills
and the market-places, the courts of law and the courts of the
church--yes, even the wide spaces of the ocean."

"Are you not a bit hard, Captain?"

"No; I am not hard enough. Do you think God sent any man that had his
five senses into this busy world to _amuse_ himself?"

"Are you preaching me a sermon, Captain?"

"Nay, not I! Preaching is nothing in my line. But you are on a new
road, sir, and no one can tell where it may lead to, so I'll just remind
you to watch your beginnings; the results will manage themselves."

CHAPTER VI

LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM

Love is the only link that binds us to those gone; the only link that
binds us to those who remain. Surely it _is_ the spiritual world--the
abiding kingdom of heaven, not far from any one of us.

On a day of grace, she came of God's grace to me.

One night at the end of October Mrs. Hatton was sitting in t