Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1868-06-25
,laimed Winthrop Allen, in his gallant

led, with bright bewltching smile.
II think analysis sometimes means
destruction in Miss Marcia's vocabulary, :"
remarked Carl Muhlenberg, as he gazed
on the carnation petals strewing the floor.
Fishing means destruction, when the
clouds look like this" said Gus Ferrill,
walking to the window. "Will you 60
tonight, gentlemen?'
The gentlemen looked at each other,
and then at Marcia SAKE.
Il should grieve if you became food for
|fshes," she said in a low, tender tone.
Her eyes were on Winthrop Aliens
face, and Carl Muhlenberg's lip curled
scornfully. .--
1.-The rest may do as they please, for
myself, | 60 fshing." he exclaimed deci-
sively. ...- -,.-
Il will join you," said Gus Ferrill.
Winthrop Allen hesitated.
Jennie Godfrey whispered to her neigh
Dor, ''Mr Allen would rather be angled
for, than angle. Marcia SAKE is a fisher
of men. Carl Muhlenberg was the best
fish in the sea until this Winthrop Allen
dropped in our social waters. Evidently
Carl has made up his mind to allow him
self to be caught. when 10! my lady ang-
Ter withdraws the bait for finer piscine
specimen. Mr.. Allen has more money
than Carl, and money seeks to ally itself
to money, as surely as water seeks its
level"
Jennie was no philosopher, but intui-
lively she comprehended the principle
of accumulativeness.
81 beg you will not 60, Mr.. Allen, :"
said Marcia SAKE. entreatingly. Mark
Radley is lover of the piscatory art and
will gladly take your place"
Down to the west when the sun went down,
Each thought of the woman that loved him the
And the children were watching him out Of
the town, # s.
For men must work and women must weep,
And here's little to earn and many to keep,
Though the harbor bar be moaning"
sung Gus Ferrill. Each thought of the
woman who loved him best, he repeated.
.fOf course shall think of Jennie God
frey. Carl Muhlenberg, who has your
thoughts %
Il am thinking Of no woman's love-"
he answered, coldly. ut is too slight a
thing, too hardly won and too easily lost,
for man to build hope upon"
~"Who is that tall girl over in the win.
dow?" asked Gus Ferrill. .'That girl
with the hungry look in her eyes has a
fne face. like one Of the weeping women
in the song who stand wringing their
hands over dead hopes. Those eyes
would look like angel-eyes if they shone
out Of a happy soul" afc sva::o-
t"She has fine face" said Winthrop
Allen. ,a -s-i..
"How can I get introduced?' asked
Mark Radley.
Carl Muhlenberg glanced at the tall
girl indiferently. Then he smiled, and
said: s: = = l.-
'.Ah! Blanche Parker!'
Half secreted by the damask curtains,
Blanche Parker had sat in the window all
the morning with the hungry look always
in her eyes, and q mute sorrow in her
quaint childish face.
Carl Muhlenberg crossed to her window
and sat down. He was weary, that was
all. He had not come for companionship,
Carl Muhlenberg would never 60 to his
aunt's governess for that. Society be-
lieved that, at all events. The governess
believed it too; and when she had made
and answered few general inquiries, she
returned to her watch of the sea again.
Her eyes were blank now. Had they
been closed, they would have revealed no
more.
Marcia SAKE and Winthrop Allen were
plainly visible from this hidden nook, and
the mans proud lip curled as he looked.
Turning around, his eye fell on the COVER
ness with the leaden eyes and stony face.
Hunger? There was no more hunger in
those eyes than in dead woman's. She
made him think of one, standing there so
mute and motionless. He would rouse
her to life. e<a
"Miss Parker" be said. ''do natures
like yours suffer p. ,.ae .a...s Il.
5 She came to life with sudden start
and look in her face that was pitiful to
see
Il beg your pardon" he said. II
never saw you but in impenetrable calm"