The boat swept on. Once there came a sound that made the listeners shiver, but the keel grated and passed over, the point was rounded, and they entered calmer water, wild enough, however, and found the wind still falling and the place more sheltered. But it was not for some time, and not without great danger in the passage, that all the party stepped again upon land. They were miles away from their homes, and must find present shelter, and such conveyance as they could. On the way to a farm-house that had opened its doors to them, Archdale, who had been helping in getting the company on shore, joined Elizabeth. He took the shawl that she was carrying and threw it over his arm, making use of the opportunity to say a few words to her in an undertone. He never forgot the expression with which she looked up at him. Embarrassment and amusement threw a veil over her gratitude for their safety, and over that new force in her that danger had revealed. "You would not have had everything all your own way so readily," she said, "if--if--I mean, I--I should not have"--She stopped. A terrible fear seized upon Archdale. "You regret what you said? You did not mean it, Elizabeth?" His lips were dry. He spoke with difficulty. It had seemed to him too wonderful for belief. She gave him one swift glance that set his heart aglow. She slipped her hand into his proffered arm, and went on demurely in the drenched procession. END. FOOTNOTES: [E] Copyright, 1884, by Frances C. Sparhawk. THE ORIOLE. BY CLINTON SCOLLARD. Oriole, sitting asway High on an emerald spray, Why that melodious zest, Bird of the beautiful breast, Bright as the dawn of the day? What are the words that you say?-- "Sing and be merry with May, Since to be merry is best," Oriole? Winter has wasted away; Gone are the skies that were gray: Hear the glad bird near its nest! Come let us join in its jest,-- Join in the joy of the gay Oriole! A TRIP AROUND CAPE ANN. BY ELIZABETH PORTER GOULD. Mr. and Mrs. Gordon allowed no summer to pass without going with their family to some place noted for its beautiful or historical attractions. Their ten days' stay in Nantucket, in July, 1883, as well as their intelligent sojourn in Concord the following summer, had been to them a fruitful source of many an hour's conversation and pleasure. And now the summer of 1885 was approaching, and where should they go? To be sure they could not have the delightful company of Miss Ray, the young lady who had been with them for several seasons, for she had married, and gone to reside in Colorado. But their daughter Bessie was still with them, and also their son Tom. He was now a student in the Institute of Technology. This constituted the Gordon family.