Sisters

Guthrie Carey began life young. He was not a week over twenty one when , between two voyages, he married Lily Harrison, simply because she was a poor, pretty, homeless little girl, who had to earn her living as a nondescript lady help in hard situations, and never had a holiday. He saw her in a Sandridge boarding house, slaving beyond her powers, and made up his mind that she should rest. With sailor zeal and promptitude, he got the consent of her father, who was glad to be rid of her out of the way of a new wife; took the trembling, clinging child to the nearest parson, and made her a pensioner on his small wages in a tiny lodging of her own. They honeymooned for a fortnight, off and on , as his ship could spare him the happiest pair of mortals in the wide world and then parted in tears and anguish unspeakable for the best part of a twelvemonth. He came back to find himself a father. Wonderful experience for twenty one! Never was such a heavenly mystery of a child! Never such an angelic young mother! eighteen, and with the bloom of that most beautifying convalescence like a halo about her. He was first mate now , with a master's certificate and a raised salary; it was time to make a home. So while she nursed the baby in Sandridge with the aid of a devoted friend, the landlady's cousin Guthrie Carey busied himself across the way at Williamstown, fixing up a modest house. He also had a devoted friend, in the person of a Customs officer, whose experienced wife took charge of the operations. Lily was to see nothing until all was ready for her. It was to be a pleasant surprise.