Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1865-01-19
THE LOVERS RESCUE.
5elRet Gale.

The morning sunshine was streaming in
riyuIcts of broken gold athwart the craggy
wildemcsses that skirt the easterly shore of
Mount Desert.
Along the whole iron bound coast of Maine
there is 10 single spot so feared by wary
skiPpers and worshiped by art-toursts as the
bectling cliffs and hollow-sounding caverns
Of Mount Desert. Woe betide the luckless
bark that loses her reckoning in toggy
morning near the treachcrous breakers that
lurk beneath the restless tide Woe be
tide the good ship that trusts herself too
near these dreadful cliffs
There are few dwellings, scattered along
this bleak and inhospitable shore, yet the
September sunshine gave a sort of home
ike look to the weather-browned cottage
that seemed to have nestled down among
the rocks, where a shelving terrace offered
bit of garden-room, and walls of black
green frs and spruces leaned against the
cliffs beyond 1t was not much of gar
den, however: a single gnarled apple-tree,
bending over the porch in an attitude that
somehow contrived to convey the idea that
II had wrcsted with the fierce coast gales
until 1t had become completely discouraged
and didn't care whether it lived or died {; a
lew thrifty vegetables on sunny slope
guarded by sturdy battalion of currant-
bushes two mammoth by drangeas, in
grccn-paintcd boxes, whose rank leaves hung
over the door-stonc, and bright border of
orange marigolds and blue German asters
along the narrow path Brave-hearted lit
tie autumn blossoms they were for when
the tides ran high and the winds unloosed
their tatetul leglons the driving showers of
spray fell like rain over all the garden do
main,
OF course one could hardly expect any
thing more real than sea-nymph in this
marine wilderness but there was nothing
Shadowy or unsubstantial in the rosy New
England face of Lettice Moore as she stood
at the gate, shading her clear eyes with one
brown hand, while the salt wind fresh from
the rocking pillows of the Atlantic, lifted
the curls from her low, pure forehead. She
was rather small, but 1.-the and quick, with
eyes as blue and dewy as freshly blossom
"d mOrning-giories, and checks where the
crimson glow Of perfect health shone thro'
The olive shadow left by sea-windS and fer
vent suns For Lcttice Moore was sea-
captains daughter, and had grown up in
Inc open air, Just like the native pines and
sPrqces whose moaning branches sung her
10 sleep in the cloudy autumn nights.
She looked very lovely in her dress OF
madder-red calico, with its coqucttish ruff
ed pockets fastened with red buttons, and
me trim collar fastened at her slender throat
with fantastic bit of coral, almost like a
glowing drop of blood, that her father Mad
'Eonsht from foreign shores years ago.
Suddenly the carmine deepened on her
yy.Aeek, the blue eyes sparkled into soft bril-
~. s.coming " she murmured 81 heal
a, a,s footsteps on the rocky stair" And she
au''ered back into the house like a red au
,u,l'n leaf. 1t was very evident that she did
l'' intend him to know how long she had
N'',a there shading her eyes with her hand
l.a,jll, 4 tan, straight young fellow,with bright
'a~ei-orown eyes, and tawny mustache
managing a mouth whose frank smile
was better than dozen letters of introduc