Loved you better than you knew

by Mrs. Alex. McVeigh Miller

On ocean many a weary night,

When heaved the long and sullen sea,

With only waves and stars in sight.

We stole along the isles of balm,

We furled before the coming gale,

We slept amid the breathless calm,

We flew before the straining sail;

But thou wert lost for years to me,

And day and night I thought of thee.”

One golden July day almost three years later than the events of our last chapter, a little group of three persons stood on the deck of a steamer homeward-bound, plowing her way through the blue waves toward the harbor of New York.