“It does credit to your tender heart, dear girl, but do not forget that the story is going to end happily after all.” A flood of sympathy for Frank Laurier’s troubles had been aroused in Jessie’s heart, blotting out all her passionate resentments. “How he has suffered through the sufferings of the proud beauty he loved so well! And she, too, has atoned for all her heartlessness in the ordeal she has passed through. I pity them too much to hate them any longer, and when we meet to-morrow I will be very kind to him,” she thought. It was just what Laurier had been wishing--that she would be kind to him when they met again. The next morning she came on deck in a pretty gown of Miss Chanler’s that had been altered to fit by a clever maid. She looked lovely, though very, very pale still, as she went up to Laurier with frankly extended hand. “I am much better, and I thank you for saving my life,” she faltered, with naïve directness. “The opportunity made me very happy,” he answered, pressing the little hand warmly as he led her to a steamer chair, and lingered by her side, secretly jealous of every admiring glance that came her way. But how could he blame them for feasting their eyes on such flawless beauty as Jessie Lyndon’s, as perfect as an opening flower! No one could look into those deep, soft, dark eyes without a thrill at the heart; no one could gaze at the perfect, crimson lips without wishing to press a kiss on them, or to embrace the graceful young figure with the rounded slenderness of eighteen marking its lissom curves, while the wealth of wavy golden hair drew the eyes again and again in irresistible admiration. But it seemed that even if Frank Laurier should fall in love with Jessie he would have several very formidable rivals. Most of the eligible young men on board vied with each other in attentions to the newcomer. They declared that she was the most beautiful creature ever seen, and it was plainly to be seen that she could have her pick and choice of lovers. It mattered not that she was very shy and quiet, grieving always over her father’s loss, they hovered about her like bees about a flower, while the ladies were also so charmed that they forgot to be jealous of the lovely girl. If Laurier was jealous he dared not say so, but the other young fellows grumbled that just because Laurier had saved her life he tried to monopolize all her time--and what was the use?--for they all knew he was going home to marry an heiress, and there was no need to flirt with beautiful Miss Lyndon.