t I'll resign from the Sea
Rangers, for I don't seem to care as much about being one as I did."

And this was the opinion of the entire wet, ragged, dirty, barefooted,
sunburned, hungry, and generally disreputable looking crew of the yacht
_Blue Billow_.

At the island they found the _Millgirl_, with poor Captain Crotty almost
beside himself with anxiety. He was so overcome with joyful emotion at
the safe reappearance of his missing charges that, as they thankfully
scrambled aboard the old sloop, he could only exclaim, "Waal, I'll be
blowed!"

He had met a dingy old schooner sailing out of the harbor as he entered
it, and described her so minutely that the commander of the _Bancroft_
decided to go in pursuit of her at once. This he did, ultimately
capturing her, with Mr. Bangwell and his pals, together with all their
plunder, including the handsome fittings of Admiral Marlin's yacht on
board.

The _Blue Billow_ was sent to New York in charge of prize-master William
Barlow and a picked crew of seamen, while the sturdy old _Millgirl_ bore
her picked crew of landsmen, who no longer had the least desire to
become seamen, safely back to Berks.

Here, after showing up at their respective homes, the Rangers met in
special session at Range Hall for the purpose of giving honorary member
Pop Miller a full account of their recent expedition. The little old
gentleman listened with absorbed attention, and when the tale was
concluded he exclaimed:

"Marmaids, mutiny, shipwreck, cast away on a desolate island, hungry,
thirsty, kidnapped, pirates, lost at sea, captured by a man-o'-war, and
safe back home, all inside of one week, is a record what I don't believe
can be beat by any other lot of Sea Rangers in the hull world"--which
conclusion is fully shared by every member of the Ready Rangers of
Berks.

THE END.

OAKLEIGH.

BY ELLEN DOUGLAS DELAND.

CHAPTER XIX.

It was four years later, and it was again the day before Christmas.

Cynthia sat in her own room by the bed, which was covered with presents
in various stages of completion; some tied up and marked, ready to be
sent, others only half finished, and one or two but just begun. Bob, as
usual, lay at her feet.

"There!" cried she, as with a loud snap her needle broke for the third
time; "there it goes again. I believe I'll give up this wretched frame
and all the other things that are not finished, and go to Boston this
morning. I'll just buy everything I