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The reader can hardly be expected to sympathize with the great excitement in Longport society when it was known that the new minister had engaged board with Mrs. Lunn for an indefinite time. There was something very puzzling in this new development. If there was an understanding between them, then the minister and Mrs. Lunn were certainly somewhat indiscreet. Nobody could discredit the belief that they had a warm interest in each other; yet those persons who felt themselves most nearly concerned in the lady’s behavior began to indulge themselves in seeing a ray of hope.

V.

Captain Asa Shaw had been absent for some time in New York on business, and Captain Crowe was confined to his handsome house with a lame ankle; but it happened that they both reappeared on the chief business street of Longport the very same day. One might have fancied that each wore an expression of anxiety; the truth was, they had made vows to themselves that another twenty-four hours should not pass over their heads before they made a bold push for the coveted prize. They were more afraid of the minister’s rivalry than they knew; but not the least of each other’s. There were angry lines down the middle of Captain Asa Shaw’s forehead as he assured himself that he would soon put an end to the minister business, and Captain Crowe thumped his cane emphatically as he walked along the street. Captain John Witherspoon looked thin and eager, but a hopeful light shone in his eyes: his choice was not from his judgment, but from his heart.

It was strange that it should be so difficult–nay, impossible–for anybody to find an opportunity to speak with Mrs. Lunn upon this most private and sacred of personal affairs, and that day after day went by while the poor captains fretted and grew more and more impatient. They had it in mind to speak at once when the time came; neither Captain Crowe nor Captain Shaw felt that he could do himself or his feelings any justice in a letter.

On a rainy autumn afternoon, Mrs. Lunn sat down by her front window, and drew her wicker work-basket into her lap from the end of the narrow table before her. She was tired, and glad to rest. She had been busy all the morning, putting in order the rooms that were to be set apart for the minister’s sleeping-room and study. Her thoughts were evidently pleasant as she looked out into the street for a few minutes, and then crossed her plump hands over the work-basket. Presently, as a large, familiar green umbrella passed her window, she caught up a bit of sewing, and seemed to be busy with it, as some one opened her front door and came into the little square entry without knocking.

“May I take the liberty? I saw you settin’ by the window this wet day,” said Captain Shaw.

“Walk right in, sir; do!” Mrs. Lunn fluttered a little on her perch at the sight of him, and then settled herself quietly, as trig and demure as ever.

“I’m glad, ma’am, to find you alone. I have long had it in mind to speak with you on a matter of interest to us both.” The captain felt more embarrassed than he had expected, but Mrs. Lunn remained tranquil, and glanced up at him inquiringly.

“It relates to the future,” explained Captain Asa Shaw. “I make no doubt you have seen what my feelin’s have been this good while. I can offer you a good home, and I shall want you to have your liberty.”

“I enjoy a good home and my liberty now,” said Mrs. Lunn stiffly, looking straight before her.

“I mean liberty to use my means, and to have plenty to do with, so as to make you feel comfortable,” explained the captain, reddening. “Mis’ Lunn, I’m a straight-forward business man, and I intend business now. I don’t know any of your flowery ways of sayin’ things, but there ain’t anybody in Longport I’d like better to see at the head of my house. You and I ain’t young, but we”–