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“As that boat of blissfulness sped across the bay, speeding along under a strong breeze from the west, under a sky full of orange-colored clouds, Sam Twitty’s strong hand grasped the tiller with an energy which would have been sufficient for the guidance of a ship of the line. As the thin sheets of water curled over the lee scuppers of the boat, the right hand which held Sam’s left never trembled nor tightened its hold; and when the clergyman, sitting by Miss Denby, asked her if she felt at all afraid, she cheerily replied:

“‘Not with the gilded idol and the king conch-shell both on board–no, not I!’

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“The honeymoon of Mr. and Mrs. Twitty was spent in Thompsontown, and lasted three days; for at the end of that time the bride’s brother demanded to be released from the care of the toll-gate, having other duties which were incumbent upon him. But when Sam and his wife spoke of leaving the Spinnaker Boom, Captain Abner was perfectly willing to go with them. His face bore an expression of contented resignation.

“‘I will drive you two back, Sam,’ said he. ”Tain’t no more use for me to stay here. I don’t believe I’ll find her, and I give it up.’

“On the way home the happy Mr. Twitty burst out laughing. ‘It do seem awful comical, Cap’n Abner,’ said he, ‘that, after all we said about comin’ home, that me and her should be a-settin’ on the back seat and you a-drivin’ in front alone.’ And when this remark was explained to Mrs. Twitty she laughed very heartily indeed.

“Sam did not go directly back to Shamrick. His wife had a good house, and could not, without due notice, give up her public office, and so he determined to remain, for the present, in the very pleasant quarters thus afforded him. But he vowed with considerable vehemence that Mrs. Twitty should keep the toll-gate no more; this duty, so long as it had to be performed, he would take upon himself, and he found it a most congenial and interesting occupation.

“‘Like it!’ he exclaimed to his wife, after his first day’s experience. ‘It’s as interestin’ as readin’ the weekly paper. Everybody that comes along seems ready for some different kind of chat. And when that young woman with the buggy happens to be drivin’ this way, she don’t pay no toll. I’ll pay for her myself, every time, on account of her services as witness.’

“‘No, you don’t, Sam Twitty,’ remarked his consort; ‘that young woman pays her own toll, every time. While I’m here I don’t want no changes in the customs of this toll-gate.’

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“It was about a fortnight after Sam Twitty’s wedding that that well-satisfied individual, being called to the gate by the sound of wheels, beheld a buggy, and Miss Denby sitting therein. In answer to Sam’s cheerful greeting, she did not laugh, nor even smile.

“‘I saw your friend Captain Abner about a week ago,’ she said, ‘as I drove through Shamrick, and he looked dreadfully solemn. I think his disappointment is wearing on him. It is a great pity that a man who can sail a boat as he can should have a moment’s sorrow on this earth. It almost made me feel sorry he found out I wanted to learn to steer. I think that was the only barrier between us. And he would have taken me out sailing every fine day!’

“‘Oh, no, no,’ said Sam; ‘that would never have done. You could never have kept your hands off the tiller. If he had known what was good for him he would have married her.’ These words he spoke in a confidential tone, and pointed with his thumb behind him. ‘But he had the chance, and he didn’t take it, and now I don’t wonder he’s doleful.’

“‘You ought to go and try to cheer him up,’ said Miss Denby, gathering up the reins. ‘Do you expect to go on keeping this toll-gate, Mr. Twitty?’