on must depose her at once from the rank of a heroine, as it is
well known a heroine never for an instant suffers interest to enter into
the sacred claims of love.

CHAPTER XXIX.

BLUEBELL'S DEBUT IN THE OLD COUNTRY.

Says "Be content my lovely May,
For thou shalt be my bride."
With her yellow hair, that glittered fair,
She dried the trickling tear,
And sighed the name of Branxholm's heir,
The youth that she loved dear.
--Scott.

Next morning Bluebell rose early, and wrote out an advertisement, in
which she described herself, more truthfully, than diplomatically, as a
young person of eighteen, proficient in music, but not skilled enough in
other branches of education for advanced pupils.

The captain promised to write to Mrs. Leighton, reporting her arrival,
and explaining that "Miss Leigh would not think of intruding on her in
her bereavement, but only requested permission to be allowed to apply to
her as a reference when she heard of another situation." He added, "That
in the meantime Miss Leigh was remaining in his family."

Armed with the advertisement, Bluebell pensively walked off to get it
inserted in the _Liverpool Mercury_. The captain lived in a suburb of the
town, and had given her clear directions how to find the office. It was a
disagreeable walk, and she was obliged to concentrate all her attention
on not losing the way, so her thoughts could not well stray to Harry
Dutton; but ere she had proceeded many streets--she met him! He was
looking very haggard, but eagerness and triumph lighted up his large
brown eyes as he perceived her. Bluebell was in a state of half terror,
half delight, and whole bewilderment.

"How is it you are still in Liverpool?" she gasped.

"I have been walking about all day in hopes of meeting you!" cried he,
disregarding her question.

Bluebell felt as if she had recovered an old friend. She told him of her
rough reception by Mrs. Davidson, and how annoyed she was at being forced
to remain there an unwelcome guest.

The answer to this was obvious, but the lieutenant would say nothing now
to scare her.

"Why we have got to the river," she said, after some unheeded period of
eager conversation, "and my advertisement! It must be miles from the
office!"

"Much too far to go back," said the sailor "Give it me, I will insert it
for you."

"Thank you," said the heedless Bluebell. "That will be so much
pleasanter, and we