"Don't be disturbed. Don't fear," she whispered so that the old
woman only might not hear. "I will not leave you."
The two men looked deeply into each other's eyes and with a great
understanding. They are not demonstrative, these Cape men, not as a
rule; but Cap'n Ira and Tunis Latham understood all entailed in that
promise so softly given, and they subscribed to it. Sheila was to
have her way.
Hours later Tunis lit the lamp in his bedroom and then stood before
his window, gazing out into the driving snow. Almost immediately he
saw the gleam of another lamp, far up the slope, showing from that
north window of Sheila's chamber in the old Ball house.
This was the signal they had agreed upon--their good-night symbol
whenever he was at home. He stood there a long time, looking out.
Although the wintry wind raved across Wreckers' Head and the snow
scurried wildly before it, there was springtime in the hearts of
Tunis Latham and Sheila--the springtime of their hopes.
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