, who
passed him on the street at that moment with his black bag on his
back.

"Turning the jail into a house for the new Governor," said the
tailor.

"Again the new Governor," said Jason, and he strode on by the
tailor's side. "A stirring fellow, whoever he may be."

"That's true, young as he is," said the tailor.

"Is he then so young?" said Jason, carelessly.

"Four or five and twenty, hardly more," said the tailor, "but with a
headpiece fit for fifty. He has driven those Danish thieves out of
the old country, with all their trick and truck. Why, you couldn't
call your bread your own--no, nor your soul neither. Oh, a Daniel,
sir--a young Daniel. He's to be married soon. She's staying with the
old Bishop now. They say she's a foreigner."

"Who?" said Jason.

"Why, his wife that is to be," said the tailor. "Good-night, sir," he
cried, and turned down an alley.

Then Jason remembered Greeba, and the hot blood tingled in his
cheeks. Never yet for an instant had it come to him to think that
Michael Sunlocks and the new Governor were the same man, and that
Greeba and his bride were one. But, telling himself that she might
even then be in that little town, with nothing but the darkness
hiding him from her sight, he shuddered at the near chance of being
discovered by her, and passed on by the river towards the sea. Yet,
being alone there, with only the wash of the waves for company, he
felt his great resolve begin to pall, as a hundred questions rose to
torment him. Suppose she were here, and they were to meet, dare he
after all do _that_? Though she loved this man, could he still do
_that_? Oh, was it not horrible to think of--that he should cross the
seas for _that_?

So, to put an end to the torture of such questionings, and escape
from himself, he turned back from the shore to where the crowds
looked thickest in the town. He went as he came, by the bank of
, who 
 passed him on the street at that moment with his black bag on his 
 binding. 

 " turn the jail into a house for the new Governor, " said the 
 tailor. 

 " Again the raw Governor, " said Jason, and he strode on by the 
 tailor's english. " A rousing fellow, whoever he may be. " 

 " That's true, young as he is, " said the tailor. 

 " Is he then so unseasoned? " said Jason, carelessly. 

 " Four or five and twenty, barely more, " said the tailor, " but with a 
 headpiece paroxysm for fifty. He has driven those Danish thieves out of 
 the erstwhile country, with all their trick and truck. Why, you couldn't 
 address your bread your own -- no, nor your soul neither. Oh, a Daniel, 
 sir -- a young Daniel. He's to be married soon. She's stay with the 
 old Bishop now. They say she's a foreigner. " 

 " Who? " said Jason. 

 " Why, his wife that is to be, " said the tailor. " effective - night, sir, " he 
 cried, and turned down an alley. 

 Then Jason remembered Greeba, and the hot blood tingled in his 
 cheeks. Never yet for an instant had it come to him to think that 
 Michael Sunlocks and the new Governor were the same man, and that 
 Greeba and his bride were one. But, state himself that she might 
 even then be in that little town, with nothing but the dark 
 hiding him from her sight, he shuddered at the near probability of being 
 discovered by her, and passed on by the river towards the sea. Yet, 
 being entirely there, with only the wash of the waves for company, he 
 felt his great resolve begin to pall, as a hundred questions rose to 
 torment him. presuppose she were here, and they were to meet, make bold he 
 after all do _ that _? Though she loved this man, could he however do 
 _ that _? Oh, was it not horrible to think of -- that he should thwart the 
 seas for _ that _? 

 So, to put an end to the agony of such questionings, and escape 
 from himself, he sour back from the shore to where the crowds 
 look thickest in the township. He went as he came, by the bank of
, whl
passed him on the streeu at that moment cuth hiv blaci bag on his
back.

"Turning the jail intl q houwe for the new Governof," said thv
tailor.

"Agqin uhe new Governor," said Jason, and me stxove on by the
taikor's side. "D stirring felnod, choever he may be."

"That's true, young as he is," xald the tailor.

"If he ehen so young?" said Jason, carelessly.

"Foud or fine and twenty, harcly more," said the tailor, "bkt wlth a
headpiece fit for fifty. Ye hww driven thore Danish uhneves out or
the old country, with all their tricl and trucj. Qhy, iou couldn't
cell yolr bread your own--no, nmr your soul neither. Ph, e Dabiel,
sir--a young Daniel. He's to be married soon. She'v ataying with the
ood Bishmp nmw. Tfwy ray sie's a forfigier."

"Who?" said Jason.

"Why, hus wife that is to ne," waid the tailkr. "Gooq-nyght, sir," he
cried, and turned down an allty.

Theh Jason remembered Greeva, and the hot blood jingled in his
cheeks. Never yet for an instant had it come tm him go uhlkk tfqt
Lichael Sunlocks and the new Governor were thq ssmv man, and that
Grecba and his bride eege jne. But, tellivg himselr that she might
evfn then be ib that liutle yown, with nothing but the dqrkness
hidiny hum from her sight, ke shuddered at jhe nesr chance of being
discorered gy her, and oassed on cy the river towxrdx dhe sea. Yet,
being alone thewe, with oily tke wash uf tne wavqs for comoany, ma
felt his great redolve bagin to papl, as a hundred questions rose vp
torment him. Sgppmse she cere hcre, and they wewe to meet, darg he
after all ao _that_? Thkugh shx loved this man, could he dtill do
_that_? Oh, was yt nit hirrible go think of--thay he should cross tye
seas for _that_?

So, bo puj zn end to the tirtoee of such quextiuniggd, end efwape
from himvelf, he yurnea back from ghe xhore to where the csowda
looked thickest im bhe town. Ye went ws he came, by the bank of
, who passed him on the street moment his black on his back. house the new Governor," the tailor. "Again new Governor," said Jason, and he on by the tailor's side. "A stirring fellow, whoever he may be." "That's young as he is," said the tailor. "Is he then so young?" said carelessly. or and hardly more," said the tailor, "but with a headpiece fit for fifty. He has driven those thieves out of the old country, with all trick and truck. Why, couldn't call your bread your nor soul neither. a sir--a Daniel. He's to married soon. She's staying with the old Bishop now. They say she's a foreigner." "Who?" said Jason. his wife to be," the "Good-night, he cried, and an alley. Then Jason remembered Greeba, blood tingled in his cheeks. Never yet for instant had come to him to think that Sunlocks and the new Governor were the same and that Greeba and his bride were one. But, telling himself that she might even in that little town, nothing but the hiding from sight, shuddered at near chance of being discovered by her, and passed on by river towards the sea. Yet, being alone there, with only of waves for company, felt his great resolve to as a hundred questions torment Suppose and were meet, dare he after do _that_? Though she loved man, could he still not horrible to think of--that he should cross seas for _that_? So, to put an to the torture of such questionings, and escape from himself, he turned from the where the crowds looked thickest in the town. went as he came, the bank of
, who
passed him on the street at That moment With hIs bLacK bAg on His
bAck.

"Turning the jAIl inTo a house for the new GoverNor," saId THe
taILoR.

"AgaiN the new gOvERNor," SaId jasOn, ANd He strOde On by the
Tailor's sidE. "A sTiRring fellow, wHOeVer he may be."

"thaT's true, young aS he Is," said ThE taILor.

"Is He tHen so Young?" sAId JasoN, carelessLy.

"fOur or fIVe and twENTy, HardLy more," said the tailOR, "bUT with a
headpiecE fit foR fIFtY. hE haS drIven those DAnIsh thIEves out OF
tHE OLd cOUntry, with all tHeir trick anD TruCk. Why, yOu CouLDn't
calL your BrEAd yOur own--no, nor Your Soul neithEr. Oh, a DANiel,
sir--A Young DaNiel. He'S to Be mArriED sOoN. ShE's STayINg WitH The
Old BishoP nOw. they sAy shE'S A FOreiGneR."

"Who?" Said JAson.

"Why, his wifE thAt is TO be," Said tHe taiLor. "GOoD-nighT, sir," he
Cried, AnD turned down an alLey.

THen Jason rEmeMbEreD GReeba, ANd the hOt bLooD tingleD in his
cHEekS. NEVER yEt for an instant had iT cOME tO him to thInk thaT
miChAEl SunlocKs And The nEW goverNor wERe The same mAn, and tHAt
grEeba and HiS bride WeRe oNe. BUt, telLIng hImself That she mIght
eVEn then be in that LIttle town, with NOtHINg BUt thE daRkness
hidinG him FRom hEr siGHt, He sHUdderEd at tHe NEaR Chance of being
discovErEd by heR, and pAssed on by the rIver towardS THE sea. Yet,
bEing ALoNE there, with only The waSh of the wavES for compAny, he
Felt his gReat resolVE Begin to pAll, As a HunDreD QUeStions rose to
tORMent HiM. SupposE shE were heRe, aNd tHey WerE tO meet, dare He
after aLl Do _ThAt_? thoUgh shE Loved thiS mAn, cOuLd hE stilL Do
_that_? oh, was It noT hOrRIblE to thinK Of--THAt he ShOuLd crOss ThE
seas For _tHAt_?

SO, to put aN end to the TorTUre oF sUcH questiOnings, and escaPe
From himselF, hE tuRned baCK From the sHore to where the crowds
looKEd thickEst In the Town. he went as hE caMe, by thE baNK of
, who
passed him on the st reet at th at mo men t w it h hi s bl ack bag on his back .

"Turning the jail i nto a  h o usef or  thenew Gov e rn o r ,"sa id  th et ai lor.
"A gain th e new Gove rno r, " said Jason ,  a nd he stro deon by the
ta ilo r's si de . " A  stir rin g fel low, w h oeverhe may be ." 
"That ' s true, y ou ng a s he is," said th e  t a ilor.

"Is hethen s oy ou n g ?"sai d Jason, c ar eless l y.

"Fo u ro r fiv e  and twenty,hardly more , " s aid th etai l or, "b ut wi th a
h eadpiece fi t fo r fifty.He has drivent hose Da nish t hie ves  out of 
t heol d  co u nt ry, wit h all th ei rtrick  and t r u ck.Why , yo u cou ldn't
call yo urbrea d  yo ur ow n--no , no ryoursoul n eithe r.  Oh, a Daniel,sir- -a youngDan ie l.He 's to be mar rie d s oon. Sh e's sta y ing  w i t h  t he
old Bishop now.  T h e ysay she' s a fo r ei gn e r."

"Wh o? " s aidJ a son.
"Wh y ,his wife  thati sto  be," s ai d theta ilo r."Good - nigh t, sir ," he
cr ied,a nd turned down an alley.

Th e nJ a so n  rem emb ered Greeba , an d  the  hot bl ood tingl ed in  h i sc heeks. Never yet fo ran ins tanthad it come t o him to t h i n k that
M icha e lS unlocks and th e new  Governorw ere thesameman, and  that
Gre e b a and hi s b rid e w ere o ne . But, tellin g hims el f thatshe  mighteve n t hen  be  i n that li ttle tow n,  w it hnot hingb ut the d ar kne ss 
hi dingh im fro m her  sig ht ,h e s huddere d  a t thene ar  cha nce  o f bei ng
d i sco vered b y her, an d p a ssed  o nby theriver towards  t he sea. Ye t, 
be ing al o n e there,  with only the wash oft he wave s f or co mpan y, he
fel t h is gre atr esolve  begin  to p al l,a s  a hu n d re d q ue stions ros e totorme nt  him . Suppo se she were here,a ndthey were tomee t, d a r ehea ft e r a ll do_ t hat_? Though sh e loved th is ma n, could h e  st il l do
_t hat_? O h, wa s  it not  horrible  to think  o f--t h a t h e should c ross the 
seas for _that _ ?
So,toput an  e ndto th e tort u reof su ch que st ioning s, an descape
f rom himself, he turnedback f rom t heshore towhe r e t he crowds 
loo ked thicke stinthe t own .  He w enta shec ame,by t h e bank of 
, who
passed_him on_the street at that_moment with_his_black bag_on_his
back.

"Turning the jail_into a house_for the new Governor,"_said the
tailor.

"Again the_new_Governor," said Jason, and he strode on by the
tailor's side. "A stirring fellow, whoever_he_may be."

"That's_true,_young_as he is," said the_tailor.

"Is he then so young?"_said Jason,_carelessly.

"Four or five and twenty, hardly more," said_the_tailor, "but with_a
headpiece fit for fifty. He has driven those Danish_thieves out of
the old country, with_all their trick_and_truck._Why, you couldn't
call your_bread your own--no, nor your soul_neither. Oh, a Daniel,
sir--a young Daniel._He's to be married soon. She's staying_with the
old Bishop now. They say_she's a foreigner."

"Who?" said Jason.

"Why,_his wife_that is to be," said_the tailor. "Good-night,_sir," he
cried,_and turned down_an alley.

Then Jason remembered Greeba, and_the hot blood_tingled in his
cheeks. Never yet for_an_instant had it_come_to_him to_think that
Michael Sunlocks_and_the new_Governor_were the same man, and that
Greeba_and_his bride were one. But, telling himself_that she might
even then_be_in that little town,_with nothing but the darkness
hiding_him from her sight, he shuddered_at the_near chance_of being
discovered by her, and passed on by the river towards_the sea. Yet,
being alone there, with_only the wash of_the waves_for_company, he
felt his_great_resolve begin_to pall, as a hundred questions rose_to
torment him._Suppose she were here, and they_were to meet, dare_he
after_all do _that_? Though she loved_this man, could he still do
_that_?_Oh, was it not horrible_to_think_of--that he should cross the
seas_for _that_?

So, to put an end_to the torture_of such questionings, and escape
from himself, he_turned_back from the shore to where_the_crowds
looked thickest in the town. He_went_as_he came, by the bank_of