Thomas Jefferson Brown

"The canoe won't hold us all up," he said trying to smile. "But it will hold two--you two and the wind is taking it to the island, four miles to the island, and I may be make it."

He knew that he never could make it; no man could swim so far in the chill waters of Hudson Bay; but he spoke as if his words were "I'm going to let go and try. Isobel, my love, will you kiss me?"

She threw one arm about his neck. Meton, clutching with frantic terror to the canoe saw nothing of what happened, nor did he hear the sobbing cry of Lady Isobel's heart as she kissed Thomas Jefferson Brown, once, and then three times, before he dropped back into the sea again.

"Good-by, sweetheart!" he said.

In the eyes that looked up at her, in his eyes in the one last look of love that he said, "Good-by." Lady Isobel saw the truth, and stretched out her arm to him.

"Stop! Come back! Take me with you!" she cried. "I want to go with you!"

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