I shall come here if

  Two weeks later, Capt. Bowling sailed for Liverpool.   "I hope we shall see you again sometime, captain," said Mrs. Harding.   "Whenever I come back to New York, I shall come here if you'll keep me," said the bluff sailor.   "Aunt Rachel will miss you, captain," said Jack, slyly.   Capt. Bowling turned to the confused spinster.   "I hope she will," said he, heartily. "Perhaps when I see her again, she'll have a husband."   "Oh, Capt. Bowling, how can you say such things?" gasped Rachel, who, as the time for the captain's departure approached, had been subsiding into her old melancholy. "There's other things to think of in this vale of tears."   "Are there? Well, if they're gloomy, I don't want to think of 'em. Jack, my lad, I wish you were going to sail with me."   "So do I," said Jack.   "He's my only boy, captain," said Mrs. Harding. "I couldn't part with him."   "I don't blame you, ma'am, not a particle; though there's the making of a sailor in Jack."   "If he went away, he'd never come back," said Rachel, lugubriously.