The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1868-02-18
MISCELLANY.
Salt Tears
A fIsHERMAN's TALE.

I've seen that same face of hers score.
Of tunes since, and though it makes me
shuhder and nps me to the heart, al
ways go and have n good long look At it,
and come away better man. You may
see that face Iuarself----as much as it il
had been taken from her sad anxiou:
looks-you may see it at the picture shop
windows, and it's Of woman tying a
| handkerchief around a mans arm, and
she looks up at him pitifully, and it's call
ed "The IIuguenot." That's like the
look, and the face that gaz ID up into
mine after she told me what | know now
was the truth and / yet I'm most
ashamed TO OWE it-I flung her away
from me, and wouldn't believe what she
said. There was a tear upon each cheek
and the bright drops were trimming IN
her eyes, and ready to fall but was
hard and bitter, and whispered to myself
that they were false tears, put on to cheat
me, and ran out Of the house, swearing
that I'd enter it again no more.
1t wasn't large house, tha. house Of
ours, but if it had been palace I don't
think it could have been happier home
than it had been for years; and of course
I knew that that's foolish way of talk
ing, for happiness isn't thing to be found
in palaces, any more than in the smallest
of cottages II eHns to me that real
happiness grows, as it were, out of the
true faith and trust a man and his wife
have in one another; while the strength
of two working together the same way
gives them "A help forward in the world
that nothing can resist
Speaking Of fisherman, and ore who
was brought up with the sound Of the sea
always in his ears, may say we rowed
well together in the same boat. Mary and
|. ! had "A long fight of il before conld
persuade her that it would be best for her
future that she should take mr for n pilot
and not Harry Pcnellyn; hut | did rpr.
shade her at last, and we were married
down at the little fsherman's church at
the head of the cove.
-Four years Of as happy life then fell
to my lot rs could tall to any man in this
NV cSio'O' WY ways WtTc rough.
and hers were not those of lady. hut
they suited our station in life, and what
more would you have Living the life I
do now, busy here about this great city
fislI'market, | look back upon that bright
bit OF life as if it was some dream; and
though | can't settle TO 60 back tp the
old place. ! cling TO the fish, and look
upon those days when west country beat
comes in, as days worth recollecling for
they bring the blood into ones cheek, and
n bit of light into ones eye
/ can see it all now as plain as can he
the little Gshing village under the cliff;
the stout granite pier running ont 80 as
to form harbor for he fishing boats;
and the blue sea. stretching away as far
as the eye could reach. Down by its
edge, too, the weed-fringed rocks, piled
high in places, with the sea foaming a.
mong the crevices. and again forming lit
lie rock pools where the bright sea
growths fourished; and as the tide came
in with its fresh cooling waters, you saw
the Iimpetsand sea>fowers Weakening again
to life, while many spider-crab and
shell-fsh rrept ont Of the nook or crack.
where il had hidden from the warm sun.