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CHAPTER VI. ON AN OCEAN ISLAND. T the summit of the cliffs attained by that wooden stair- way two persons were standing side by side looking out to that great, barren waste of waters of which the island seemed the center. In the little harbor that toy steamer of six thousand tons, the Carnarvon Castle, lay at anchor, surrounded by some chips of boats. One of these two persons was Julian Charlton, the other was a girl whose name he had never heard, and whose face he had never seen except for the space of the last half hour. She was young, and she seemed beautiful to Charlton when he had first seen her. Even after the lapse of half an hour she seemed beautiful to him. The breeze which blows over some thousands of miles of the Atlantic Ocean to the summit of Ladder Hill, St. Helena, is so fresh that, when one has breathed its fullness for a few minutes, nothing in the world seems to be fresh in comparison. Even the sunset, which has usually a cer- tain freshness about it, appears a bizarre and meretricious effect when viewed from this place. And yet when Julian Charlton had swallowed more great draughts of the breeze, he looked at the girl’s face and found it as sweet to look upon as it ever had been since it had first come upon his view half an hour before. They were notexchangingaword, They were only stand- ing side by side drinking in the breeze with the placid enjoy- ment of educated topers. “It was worth coming for,” said the girl at length as if she 30 Gomichooks (€() m =)