"
He took the child from her mother's lap and set it on his knee.
"Not a bit afraid of me now, you see. Knows I am fond of small people. I
have a child, and she's a girl, and I sing to her sometimes."
"What do you sing?" asked Margaret.
"Not a long song, my dear.
Silas Jorgan
Played the organ.
That's about all. And sometimes I tell her stories,--stories of sailors
supposed to be lost, and recovered after all hope was abandoned." Here
the captain musingly went back to his song,--
Silas Jorgan
Played the organ;
repeating it with his eyes on the fire, as he softly danced the child on
his knee. For he felt that Margaret had stopped working.
"Yes," said the captain, still looking at the fire, "I make up stories
and tell 'em to that child. Stories of shipwreck on desert islands, and
long delay in getting back to civilised lauds. It is to stories the like
of that, mostly, that
Silas Jorgan
Plays the organ."
There was no light in the room but the light of the fire; for the shades
of night were on the village, and the stars had begun to peep out of the
sky one by one, as the houses of the village peeped out from among the
foliage when the night departed.
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