"Telegraph, ye fulish goloshen!"

"Oo ay, telegraph! Geraffe 's sunest said for a'."

Thus Jess Rutherford's life came into Christie Johnstone's hands.

She told it to a knot of natives next day; it lost nothing, for she was a
woman of feeling, and by intuition an artist of the tongue. She was the
best _raconteur_ in a place where there are a hundred, male and female,
who attempt that art.

The next day she told it again, and then inferior narrators got hold of
it, and it soon circulated through the town.

And this was the cause of the sudden sympathy with Jess Rutherford.

As our prigs would say:

"Art had adopted her cause and adorned her tale."


CHAPTER V.

THE fishing village of Newhaven is an unique place; it is a colony that
retains distinct features; the people seldom intermarry with their Scotch
neighbors.

Some say the colony is Dutch, some Danish, some Flemish. The character
and cleanliness of their female costume points rather to the latter.