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〃This is too dull for me；〃 she exclaimed。 〃I want something more exciting。〃
Mr。 Davidson stopped short and Peg marched down the aisle in the midst of complete silence。 Half way down the aisle she turned around and faced the minister。
〃There are so many hypocrites in this church that it isn't fit for decent people to come to；〃 she said。 〃Rather than be such hypocrites as most of you are it would be better for you to go miles into the woods and commit suicide。〃
Wheeling about； she strode to the door。 Then she turned for a Parthian shot。
〃I've felt kind of worried for God sometimes； seeing He has so much to attend to；〃 she said； 〃but I see I needn't be； so long's there's plenty of ministers to tell Him what to do。〃
With that Peg shook the dust of Carlisle church from her feet。 Poor Mr。 Davidson resumed his discourse。 Old Elder Bayley； whose attention an earthquake could not have distracted from the sermon； afterwards declared that it was an excellent and edifying exhortation； but I doubt if anyone else in Carlisle church tasted it much or gained much good therefrom。 Certainly we of the King household did not。 We could not even remember the text when we reached home。 Felicity was comfortless。
〃Mr。 Davidson would be sure to think she belonged to our family when she was in our pew；〃 she said bitterly。 〃Oh； I feel as if I could never get over such a mortification！ Peter； I do wish you wouldn't go telling people they ought to go to church。 It's all your fault that this happened。〃
〃Never mind； it will be a good story to tell sometime；〃 remarked the Story Girl with relish。
CHAPTER XXII
THE YANKEE STORM
In an August orchard six children and a grown…up were sitting around the pulpit stone。 The grown…up was Miss Reade； who had been up to give the girls their music lesson and had consented to stay to tea； much to the rapture of the said girls； who continued to worship her with unabated and romantic ardour。 To us； over the golden grasses； came the Story Girl； carrying in her hand a single large poppy； like a blood…red chalice filled with the wine of August wizardry。 She proffered it to Miss Reade and； as the latter took it into her singularly slender； beautiful hand； I saw a ring on her third finger。 I noticed it； because I had heard the girls say that Miss Reade never wore rings； not liking them。 It was not a new ring； it was handsome； but of an old…fashioned design and setting； with a glint of diamonds about a central sapphire。 Later on； when Miss Reade had gone； I asked the Story Girl if she had noticed the ring。 She nodded； but seemed disinclined to say more about it。
〃Look here； Sara；〃 I said； 〃there's something about that ring something you know。〃
〃I told you once there was a story growing but you would have to wait until it was fully grown；〃 she answered。
〃Is Miss Reade going to marry anybodyanybody we know？〃 I persisted。
〃Curiosity killed a cat；〃 observed the Story Girl coolly。 〃Miss Reade hasn't told me that she was going to marry anybody。 You will find out all that is good for you to know in due time。〃
When the Story Girl put on grown…up airs I did not like her so well； and I dropped the subject with a dignity that seemed to amuse her mightily。
She had been away for a week； visiting cousins in Markdale； and she had come home with a new treasure…trove of stories； most of which she had heard from the old sailors of Markdale Harbour。 She had promised that morning to tell us of 〃the most tragic event that had ever been known on the north shore；〃 and we now reminded her of her promise。
〃Some call it the 'Yankee Storm；' and others the 'American Gale；'〃 she began； sitting down by Miss Reade and beaming； because the latter put her arm around her waist。 〃It happened nearly forty years ago； in October of 1851。 Old Mr。 Coles at the Harbour told me all about it。 He was a young man then and he says he can never forget that dreadful time。 You know in those days hundreds of American fishing schooners used to come down to the Gulf every summer to fish mackerel。 On one beautiful Saturday night in this October of 1851； more than one hundred of these vessels could be counted from Markdale Capes。 By Monday night more than seventy of them had been destroyed。 Those which had escaped were mostly those which went into harbour Saturday night； to keep Sunday。 Mr。 Coles says the rest stayed outside and fished all day Sunday； same as through the week； and HE says the storm was a judgment on them for doing it。 But he admits that even some of them got into harbour later on and escaped； so it's hard to know what to think。 But it is certain that on Sunday night there came up a sudden and terrible stormthe worst； Mr。 Coles says； that has ever been known on the north shore。 It lasted for two days and scores of vessels were driven ashore and completely wrecked。 The crews of most of the vessels that went ashore on the sand beaches were saved； but those that struck on the rocks went to pieces and all hands were lost。 For weeks after the storm the north shore was strewn with the bodies of drowned men。 Think of it！ Many of them were unknown and unrecognizable； and they were buried in Markdale graveyard。 Mr。 Coles says the schoolmaster who was in Markdale then wrote a poem on the storm and Mr。 Coles recited the first two verses to me。
〃'Here are the fishers' hillside graves； The church beside； the woods around； Below； the hollow moaning waves Where the poor fishermen were drowned。
〃'A sudden tempest the blue welkin tore； The seamen tossed and torn apart Rolled with the seaweed to the shore While landsmen gazed with aching heart。'
〃Mr。 Coles couldn't remember any more of it。 But the saddest of all the stories of the Yankee Storm was the one about the Franklin Dexter。 The Franklin Dexter went ashore on the Markdale Capes and all on board perished； the Captain and three of his brothers among them。 These four young men were the sons of an old man who lived in Portland； Maine； and when he heard what had happened he came right down to the Island to see if he could find their bodies。 They had all come ashore and had been buried in Markdale graveyard； but he was determined to take them up and carry them home for burial。 He said he had promised their mother to take her boys home to her and he must do it。 So they were taken up and put on board a sailing vessel at Markdale Harbour to be taken back to Maine； while the father himself went home on a passenger steamer。 The name of the sailing vessel was the Seth Hall； and the captain's name was Seth Hall； too。 Captain Hall was a dreadfully profane man and used to swear blood…curdling oaths。 On the night he sailed out of Markdale Harbour the old sailors warned him that a storm was brewing and that it would catch him if he did not wait until it was over。 The captain had become very impatient because of several delays he had already met with； and he was in a furious temper。 He swore a wicked oath that he would sail out of Markdale Harbour that night and 'God Almighty Himself shouldn't catch him。' He did sail out of the harbour； and the storm did catch him； and the Seth Hall went down with all hands； the dead and the living finding a watery grave together。 So the poor old mother up in Maine never had her boys brought back to her after all。 Mr。 Coles says it seems as if it were foreordained that they should not rest in a grave； but should lie beneath the waves until the day when the sea gives up its dead。〃
〃'They sleep as well beneath that purple tide As others under turf；'〃
quoted Miss Reade softly。 〃I am very thankful；〃 she added。 〃that I am not one of those whose dear ones 'go down to the sea in ships。' It seems to me that they have treble their share of this world's heartache。〃
〃Uncle Stephen was a sailor and he was drowned；〃 said Felicity； 〃and they say it broke Grandmother King's heart。 I don't see why people can't be contented on dry land。〃
Cecily's tears had been dropping on the autograph quilt square she was faithfully embroidering。 She had been diligently collecting names for it ever since the preceding autumn and had a goodly number； but Kitty Marr had one more and this was certainly a fly in Cecily's ointment。
〃Besides； one I've got isn't paid forPeg Bowen's；〃 she lamented； 〃and I don't suppose it ever will be； for I'll never dare to ask her for it。〃
〃I wouldn't put it on at all；〃 said Felicity。
〃Oh； I don't dare not to。 She'd be sure to find out I didn't and then she'd be very angry。 I wish I could get just one more name and then I'd be contented。 But I don't know of a single person who hasn't been asked already。〃
〃Except Mr。 Campbell；〃 said Dan。
〃Oh； of course nobody would ask Mr。 Campbell。 We all know it would be of no use。 He doesn't believe in missions at allin fact； he says he detests the very mention of missionsand he never gives one cent to them。〃
〃All the same； I think he ought to be asked； so that he wouldn't have the excuse that nobody DID ask him；〃 declared Dan。
〃Do you really think so； Dan？〃 asked Cecily earnestly。
〃Sure；〃 said Dan； solemnly。 Dan liked to tease even Cecily a wee bit now and then。
Cecily