RS. VINCENT, who did not love the
sea, and whose dislike was recipro-
cated by very evil treatment on its
part, was always glad to give her
husband what she called a temporary
divorce. She knew well how much
the roughest sea voyage was his friend, and was well
pleased when in summer she could persuade him to
get away in his yacht.
"I have a note from Vincent," said St. Clair one
day early iu September. " He wants us to join him at
Jamestown. Claybome says this town is good enough.
I believe he cools himself with the classic authors. At
all events, go he will not."

I was happy in the chance of relief, having been
detained in town aU of August, and so it was that two
days later we joined Vincent. We lived on his little
vessel, sailed around Newport, and for a month lived
a life of joyous freedom.
One day we started together to walk on Canonicut
Island, across a country road which led away from the
few houses on the shore. Gaining a little hilltop, we
looked over at Narragansett and out to sea, or, turn-
ing, saw the Dumplings, the fort, and the quaint old
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secret soul for me. The fair outside is enough. There
is joy in the very air. It is a honeymoon of delight.
Come, I am for the sea." And with this he rose and
walked on ahead of us at a pace that soon left us far
behind.
