again, those celestial harmonies?

To-day there was no sunshine--but as he circled against the background
of moving clouds her thoughts went to that wild hawk in "the wind swept
sky."

She knew nothing of the danger. She did not know that, as yet, his
machine was not perfected to a point where it could brave with immunity
such weather as was threatened by the brooding sky. She only saw his
flight--and her hurt heart craved the place which had been hers for a
few brief moments of rapture.

When at last he was out of sight, she went about her little duties, but
came back again and again to the window, watching for the time when he
should reappear.

Anthony and the captain, half-way across the harbor, said things about
Justin's recklessness, and spoke of the danger.

"Some day he'll get hurt," was the captain's conclusion, "and then he
won't ever fly again."

"Yes." Anthony's eyes were following the "Gray Gull," which was now
beyond the harbor and heading for the open sea; growing smaller and
smaller, it was at last a mere speck on the horizon.

Then the captain and Anthony, having reached a place offshore which
promised a good catch, put out their lines and entered at once upon that
ecstatic state of watchfulness which is the heritage of the true
fisherman.

The relief which Anthony felt from the cares which had oppressed him was
magical. He was sailor enough to love the swell of the waves and the
rippling music of the water as it slipped under the anchored boat; he
was fisherman enough to be thrilled by the chances of capture; he was
artist enough to gloat over the beauty of the dull morning--the white
gulls circling overhead, the black rocks sticking their spines above the
gray sea, a phantom four-masted ship sailing straight toward them out of
the mists.

And he was man enough to think of the woman he loved, and to forget the
pensive appealing child in the shadowy room. He had a vision of Diana
up there in the forest--strong of spirit, wresting from life, even in
her exile, the things which were worth while.

As they ate their lunch the little captain confided to Anthony the hope
of his heart. "I'm going to ask Letty Matthews to marry me--I want to
get her away from that school----"

"Good. I'll dance at your wedding."

"When am I to dance at yours?" the captain demanded, bluntly. "I should
think it was about time that you were putting your furniture in that big
house for Diana Gregory."

"Some of the