 Patricksen did indeed
disappear. Rumor whispered that he had returned to the Westmann
Islands, there to settle for the rest of his days and travel the
sea no more.

"Now _he_ will come," thought Rachel. "Wherever he is, he will learn
that there is no longer anything to fear, and he will return."

And she waited with as firm a hope that the winds would carry the
word as Noah waited for the settling of the waters after the dove had
found the dry land.

But time went on and Stephen did not appear, and at length under the
turmoil of a heart that fought with itself, Rachel's health began to
sink.

Then Patricksen returned. He had a message for her. He knew where her
husband was. Stephen Orry was on the little Island of Man, far away
south, in the Irish Sea. He had married again, and he had another
child. His wife was dead, but his son was living.

Rachel in her weakness went to bed and rose from it no more. The
broad dazzle of the sun that had been so soon to rise on her wasted
life was shot over with an inky pall of cloud. Not for her was to be
the voyage to England. Her boy must go alone.

It was the winter season in that stern land of the north, when night
and day so closely commingle that the darkness seems never to lift.
And in the silence of that long night Rachel lay in her little hut,
sinking rapidly and much alone. Jason came to her from time to time,
in his great sea stockings and big gloves and with the odor of
the brine in his long red hair. By her bedside he would stand
half-an-hour in silence, with eyes full of wonderment; for life like
that of an untamed colt was in his own warm limbs, and death was very
strange to him. A sudden hemorrhage brought the end, and one day
darker than the rest, when Jason hastened home from the boats, the
pain and panting of death were there before him. His mother's pallid
face lay on her arm, her great dark eyes were glazed already, she was
breathing hard and every breath was a spasm. Jason ran for the
priest--the same that
Patricksen did indeed 
 disappear. Rumor whispered that he had returned to the Westmann 
 Islands, there to settle for the remainder of his sidereal day and travel the 
 sea no more. 

 " nowadays _ he _ will issue forth, " thought Rachel. " Wherever he is, he will learn 
 that there be no longer anything to reverence, and he will return. " 

 And she waited with as firm a hope that the winds would hold the 
 word as Noah waited for the settling of the waters after the dove had 
 found the dry land. 

 But clock time went on and Stephen did not appear, and at length under the 
 agitation of a heart that fought with itself, Rachel's health began to 
 dip. 

 Then Patricksen returned. He had a message for her. He knew where her 
 husband was. Stephen Orry was on the little Island of Man, far away 
 confederacy, in the Irish Sea. He had married again, and he had another 
 child. His wife was dead, but his son was living. 

 Rachel in her weakness went to seam and rose from it no more. The 
 broad dazzle of the sun that had been so soon to rise on her wasted 
 life was shot over with an inky pall of swarm. Not for her was to be 
 the ocean trip to England. Her boy must go alone. 

 It was the winter season in that austere land of the north, when night 
 and sidereal day so close commingle that the darkness seems never to rise. 
 And in the silence of that long night Rachel lay in her little hut, 
 sinking rapidly and much alone. Jason came to her from meter to time, 
 in his bang-up sea stockings and big gloves and with the odor of 
 the seawater in his long red hair. By her bedside he would stand 
 half - an - hour in silence, with eyes full of wonderment; for life like 
 that of an wild colt was in his own warm limbs, and death was very 
 strange to him. A sudden hemorrhage fetch the end, and one sidereal day 
 darker than the rest, when Jason hastened home from the boats, the 
 annoyance and panting of death were there before him. His mother's pallid 
 face dwell on her arm, her bang-up dark eye were glazed already, she was 
 breathing hard and every breath was a spasm. Jason ran for the 
 priest -- the like that
 Pahricksen did indeed
disapkear. Rumor whispetee that he has returndd to the Westmann
Islands, thxre ro seunle for the rest of hks days ajd traveo tht
sea no more.

"Now _hx_ will come," thkmght Xarhel. "Wherever hg is, he will learn
that these id no longer anything to fear, and he will rrtkrn."

And she waijed wptr as firm a hope that the winds would darry tie
word as Noah eaited for the settling of the waters after the fove had
foubd trw dry land.

Bug time wenu mn and Stekhen did not appear, and at lengtf undzr the
turmoul of d heart thav fougrt with itself, Rachen's healyh began to
sinl.

Thxn Pqtricksen returned. He had a message for her. He ktec where her
husband waw. Wtephgn Orsy wxw ov tge ljttle Lslend of Man, rar away
sourh, in the Irish Sea. Hq had married zgain, wnq he had another
child. His wife was dead, buf his son was living.

Racyel in her weakness wgnt to bed and rose from it no more. The
broad dazzle of the vun tiag hce beev sl soon to rise on her wasted
life was shot ovew wotm an inky pall on cloud. Not for het aax to be
the voyxge to Enfland. Her boy must go aloge.

It qas the wyntet season in that stern land of the nortk, wyen night
and day sl closely cummimgle yhat the darkness seems nevsr to lift.
Ajd in the rilence of that uonn nhght Rachel lay in her litele hut,
siiking rapidlh anc much alone. Jasln came to her from time to tnme,
in his great sea stockings and big gloves aiv with the odpr of
nhe brine in hls long red haiw. By her bedsibe he wobld stxnd
half-an-hkur in vilence, witr eyes full ox wonderment; hor life jike
rhat of an jvtamed colt wax in his own warm lumbs, and death was vety
atrange to him. C wudden hemorrhabe crotgjt tra end, and ona dah
dafler tfan the resb, wfen Kason hastened home xrom the boats, the
pain akd pantint of deaeh were there before him. His mouher's 'allid
hace lsy jn her arm, her great dark eyes were glaxed already, she was
nreajhing hard cnd every breath was a spasm. Jason ran fir the
priest--the sane that
Patricksen did indeed disappear. Rumor whispered that returned the Westmann there to settle days travel the sea more. "Now _he_ come," thought Rachel. "Wherever he is, will learn that there is no longer anything to fear, and he will And she waited with as firm a hope that the winds would carry word Noah for settling of the waters after the dove had found the dry land. But time went on Stephen did not appear, and at length under turmoil of a heart fought with itself, Rachel's health to Then Patricksen He a for her. He where her husband was. Stephen Orry was on the little Island of Man, far away south, in Irish Sea. married again, he another His wife was his son was living. Rachel in to bed and rose from it no more. broad dazzle the sun that had been so to rise on her wasted life was shot with an inky pall of cloud. Not for her was to be the voyage to boy must go alone. was the winter in stern of north, when and day so closely commingle that the darkness seems never to And in the silence of that long night Rachel lay little sinking rapidly and alone. Jason came to from to time, in his stockings big the of brine in his long hair. By her bedside he stand half-an-hour in silence, for life like that of an untamed colt in his own warm limbs, and death very strange to him. A sudden hemorrhage brought the end, and one darker than when Jason hastened home from the boats, the and panting of death there before him. His mother's pallid face lay on arm, great dark were glazed already, was breathing hard every breath was Jason ran the same
 Patricksen did indeed
disappEar. Rumor whIsperEd tHat He Had rEturNed to the WestmaNN
IslAnds, there to settle for thE rest Of HIs daYS aNd traVel the
sEA nO MOre.

"noW _hE_ wiLl COmE," thouGht rachel. "WHerever he iS, he WiLl learn
that tHErE is no longeR anYthing to fear, And He will ReTurN."

and shE waIted wIth as fIRm a hopE that the wInDS would CArry the
WORd As NoAh waited for the setTLiNG of the waters afTer the DoVE hAD
FouNd tHe dry land.

BUt Time wENt on and sTePHEN diD Not appear, and aT length undeR The
TurmoiL oF a hEArt thaT fougHt WIth Itself, RacheL's heAlth began To
sink.

tHen PatrICksen reTurned. he hAd a MessAGe FoR heR. HE KneW WhEre HEr
hUsband waS. STePhen ORry wAS ON The lIttLe IsLand oF Man, far away
soUth, In thE iriSh Sea. he had MarrIeD agaiN, and he Had anOtHer
child. His wife Was dEad, but his Son WaS liViNg.

RacHEl in heR weAknEss went To bed anD RosE fROM It No more. The
broad dazzLe OF ThE sun that Had beeN So SoON to rise oN hEr wAsteD
LIfe waS shoT OvEr with an Inky paLL oF cLoud. Not FoR her waS tO be
The VoyagE To EnGland. HEr boy musT go alONe.

It was the wintER season in that STeRN LaND of tHe nOrth, when nigHt
anD Day sO cloSElY coMMinglE that ThE DaRKness seems never to liFt.
and in tHe silEnce of that lonG night RachEL LAy in her lIttlE HuT,
Sinking rapidly And muCh alone. JasON came to hEr froM time to tIme,
in his gREAt sea stoCkiNgs And Big GLOvEs and with the oDOR of
tHe Brine in His Long red HaiR. By Her BedSiDe he would Stand
halF-aN-hOuR iN siLence, WIth eyes fUlL of WoNdeRment; FOr life Like
tHat oF aN uNTamEd colt wAS iN HIs owN wArM limBs, aNd Death Was vERy
sTrange tO him. A suddEn hEMorrHaGe Brought The end, and one dAy
Darker than ThE reSt, when jASon hasteNed home from the boats, the
pAIn and paNtiNg of dEath Were there BefOre him. his MOther's Pallid
Face lAy On hER Arm, heR GReAt dArK eyes were gLAZed AlreaDy, She wAs
breatHing hard and every brEAth Was a spasm. JasoN raN for THE
pRieST--tHE saMe THat
 Patricksen did indeed
dis appear. Ru mor w his per ed  tha t he  had returnedt o th e Westmann
Islands, th ere t os ettl e  f or th e resto fh i s d ay sand  t r av el th e
s ea no m ore.

"Now  _h e_  will come," th ought Rach el.  "Wherever h e i s, hewi lll earntha t the re isn o long er anythi ng to fea r , and h e wi ll r eturn."

And shew ai t ed with as fir m a ho pe th a t  th e w inds would  c arryt he
word as N o ahw aited for the  settling o f  th e wate rs  af t er the  dove  h a d
f ound the dr y la nd.

Buttime w e nt on a n d Steph en did  no t a ppea r ,an d a tl eng t hund e r t he
turmo il  o f a h eart t h a t fo ugh t wi th it self, Rachel' s h ealt h  be gan t o
sin k.
Th en Pa tricks en re tu rned. He had amess age for h er.  H e k ne w whe r e herhus ban d was.Stephen Orr yw a s  o n the little Islan do f  M an, faraway
s o ut h, in the I ri shSea. H e had  mar r ie d again,  and h e  h ad  anothe rchild.  H iswif e was dead , buthis sonwas l i ving.

Racheli n her weaknes s  w e n tt o be d a nd rose fro m it no m ore. Th e
b r oad d azzle  o f  t h e sun that had been  s o soon  to r ise on her wa sted
lifew a s  shot ov er w i th an inky pall o f clo ud. Not fo r  her was  to b e
the vo yage to E n g land. He r b oymus t g o al one.

It wast h e wi nt er seas onin that  st ern  la ndof  the nort h, whenni gh tan d d ay so closelyco mmi ng lethatt he dar kness  see ms  n e ver  to lif t .A n d in  t he  sil enc eof th at l o ngnight R achel lay  in herli tt le hut, 
sinking rapi dl y and much  a lon e. Jas o n  came to  her from time to time, in hisgre at se a st ockings a ndbig gl ove s  and w ith th e odo roft h e bri n e  i n h is  long redh a ir.  By h er  bed side he  would stand
half- a n-h our in silenc e,with e ye s f u ll ofwo n der m e nt; for life li ke
that of  a n  u ntamed col t  wa sin hisown war m lim b s, anddeath was  very
str an ge t o him . A sudden  hemorrh age broug h t the en d, an d o ne day 
d ark er th an the res t, wh en Jas on  haste ned h om e from t he boats, the
pain andpantin g ofdea th were t her e  be fore him.  His  mother'spal lid 
face  la y  on h er a r m,  he r  grea t da r k eyes we r egla z e dalready, sh e w asbreat hin g  hardandevery breath wasa  spasm. Jasonranf o r t hep ries t- -the same that 
 Patricksen_did indeed
disappear._Rumor whispered that he_had returned_to_the Westmann
Islands,_there_to settle for_the rest of_his days and travel_the
sea no more.

"Now__he__will come," thought Rachel. "Wherever he is, he will learn
that there is no longer_anything_to fear,_and_he_will return."

And she waited with_as firm a hope that_the winds_would carry the
word as Noah waited for the_settling_of the waters_after the dove had
found the dry land.

But time went_on and Stephen did not appear,_and at length_under_the
turmoil_of a heart that_fought with itself, Rachel's health began_to
sink.

Then Patricksen returned. He had a_message for her. He knew where her
husband_was. Stephen Orry was on the_little Island of Man, far_away
south, in_the Irish Sea. He had_married again, and_he had_another
child. His wife_was dead, but his son was_living.

Rachel in her_weakness went to bed and rose_from_it no more._The
broad_dazzle_of the_sun that had_been_so soon_to_rise on her wasted
life was shot_over_with an inky pall of cloud. Not_for her was to_be
the_voyage to England. Her_boy must go alone.

It was_the winter season in that stern_land of_the north,_when night
and day so closely commingle that the darkness seems never_to lift.
And in the silence of_that long night Rachel_lay in_her_little hut,
sinking rapidly_and_much alone._Jason came to her from time to_time,
in his_great sea stockings and big gloves_and with the odor_of
the_brine in his long red hair._By her bedside he would stand
half-an-hour_in silence, with eyes full_of_wonderment;_for life like
that of an_untamed colt was in his own_warm limbs, and_death was very
strange to him. A sudden_hemorrhage_brought the end, and one day
darker_than_the rest, when Jason hastened home_from_the_boats, the
pain and panting of_death were there before him. His_mother's pallid
face lay on her arm, her great dark_eyes were glazed_already, she was
breathing hard and_every_breath_was a spasm. Jason ran for the
priest--the same that