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schoolmaster’s bride hadn’t come – never would come, we thought.
    ‘There was a big storm then that lasted three days, and on the evening after it died away I went to the shore. I found the schoolmaster there, leaning with his arms folded against a big rock, gazing out to sea.
    ‘I spoke to him but he didn’t answer. His eyes seemed to be looking at something I couldn’t see. His face was set, like a dead man’s.
    ‘ “John – John,” I called out – jest like that – jest like a frightened child, “wake up – wake up.”
    ‘That strange, awful look seemed to sorter fade out of his eyes. He turned his head and looked at me. I’ve never forgot his face – never will forget it till I ships for my last voyage.
    ‘ “All is well, lad,” he says. “I’ve seen the
Royal William
coming around East Point. She will be here by dawn. Tomorrow night I shall sit with my bride by my own hearth-fire.”
    ‘Do you think he did see it?’ demanded Captain Jim abruptly.
    ‘God knows,’ said Gilbert softly. ‘Great love and great pain might compass we know not what marvels.’
    ‘I am sure he did see it,’ said Anne earnestly.
    ‘Fol-de-rol,’ said Doctor Dave, but he spoke with less conviction than usual.
    ‘Because, you know,’ said Captain Jim solemnly, ‘the
Royal William
came into Four Winds Harbour at daylight the next morning. Every soul in the Glen and along the shore was at the old wharf to meet her. The schoolmaster had been watching there all night. How we cheered as she sailed up the channel.’
    Captain Jim’s eyes were shining. They were looking at the Four Winds Harbour of sixty years agone, with a battered old ship sailing through the sunrise splendour.
    ‘And Persis Leigh was on board?’ asked Anne.
    ‘Yes – her and the captain’s wife. They’d had an awful passage – storm after storm – and their provisions give out, too. But there they were at last. When Persis Leigh stepped on to the old wharf John Selwyn took her in his arms – and folks stopped cheering and begun to cry. I cried myself, though ’twas years, mind you, afore I’d admit it. Ain’t it funny how ashamed boys are of tears?’
    ‘Was Persis Leigh beautiful?’ asked Anne.
    ‘Well, I don’t know that you’d call her beautiful exactly – I – don’t – know,’ said Captain Jim slowly. ‘Somehow, you never got so far along as to wonder if she was handsome or not. It jest didn’t matter. There was something so sweet and winsome about her that you had to love her, that was all. But she was pleasant to look at – big, clear hazel eyes and heaps of glossy brown hair, and an English skin. John and her were married at our house that night at early candle-lighting; everybody from far and near was there to see it and we all brought them down here afterwards. Mistress Selwyn lighted the fire, and we went away and left them sitting here, jest as John had seen in that vision of his. A strange thing – a strange thing! But I’ve seen a turrible lot of strange things in my time.’
    Captain Jim shook his head sagely.
    ‘It’s a dear story,’ said Anne, feeling that for once she had got enough romance to satisfy her. ‘How long did they live here?’
    ‘Fifteen years. I ran off to sea soon after they were married, like the young scallawag I was. But every time I come back from a voyage I’d head for here, even before I went home, and tell Mistress Selwyn all about it. Fifteen happy years! They had a sort of talent for happiness, them two. Some folks are like that, if you’ve noticed. They
couldn’t
be unhappy for long, no matter what happened. They quarrelled once or twice, for they was both high-sperrited. But Mistress Selwyn says to me once, says she, laughing in that pretty way of hers, “I felt dreadful when John and I quarrelled, but underneath it all I was very happy because I had such a nice husband to quarrel with and make it up with.” Then they moved to Charlottetown, and Ned Russell bought this