The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1870-10-20

and they had no idea that | could be so nice
Neither had l." said the doctor quietly as
he held gate open for me to pass through
This sounded like doubtful praise, and |
wondered if he considered niceness incom-
patible with an ambition to write for the
Sensation Weekly.
Well it all went on very pleasantly, until
one day / overheard Mrs Darble say to one
of the girls that things were coming out Just
as she had wished-Fred and Rose were evi-
IDENTIFY going to make a match Of it, and she
was quite ready to give them her blessing.
II used to think it rather funny" said
Maria's voice, "those closetings in the libra
ry, but [ suppose now it was quite natural !;
though it is hard to give up ones brother"
took fire Immediately, and as the doctor
had gone back to his patients for a day OF
two, | resolved to be off before his return
i'll vain We're the attractions of Indian sum
mer and Thanksgiving expatiated on for my
benefit. | was obstinately convinced that
Aunt Desire was pining for my company,
and rcsolutely tore myself away when the
trees were at their prettiest, and the whole
landscape like gorgeous bed of flowers.
| nearly dislocated my neck hanging out
Of the car window not to lose beauty as we
shot by; and l enved the people on the
trains chat passed us, for they were going to,
and not from, all these delights.
Aunt Desire was good and kind, but she
wasn't picturesque; and she failed to COM
fort me with the mullins and waffies that
We're got up for my especial delectation.
''You have certainly left your appetite be-
hind" said she in disappointed tone; and
sincerely hoped that this was all had left
behind.
"Your trunk is all unpacked," said the
dear soul the next morning, ''and the things
in their places; SO you havn't got that to do
But what lot Of rubbish you always carry
round, Rose rags and stones. and great
wad of paper, blurred and blotted like pile
Of old compositions. That went into the
fire.
sprang and caught her arm.
''You don't mean it, Aunt Desire!'
''Dont mean what child9 What is the
matter with you? ?"
For l burst into tears.
"Oh, auntie! that was my story, and it
was all ready to be printcd--and | can never
think it all out againn
Aunt Desire sat gazing at me in blank
amazement.
''Rosc Gardiner, do you mean to tell me
that you have been writing 4 story all out of
your own head, and that | have burnt it
up?'
cit is no matter" said I, endeavoring to
smile; perhaps no one would have taken
it,"
1t was precious to me, however, though it
had been reiected-a fact which | did not
communicate to Aunt Desire.
s'Well that is too bad" she said regret
fully, ''can't you 90 to work and write it
over"
shook my head sadly, and the poor
woman refused to be comlorted Not a
doubt did she entertain that the story would
have been 4 splendid success, and had hard
work to prevent her from publishing her
misdOings to all our friends and acquaint-
ances.
In y few weeks Dr. Fred made his appear
aucc and asked for the story.
II have seen the editor Of the Sensation
Weekly,' said he, land he is prepared TO
look favoraby upon your production There
is no danger of your receiving that abomina-
BILE packet again"
| laughed outright.
Not the slightest, think-Aunt Desire
has burned it,"
He looked astonishmcnt, rs we'll he might :;
and then, accepting the situation, laughed rs
heartily as did.
''Well," said he at last, after some aimless
the story, give me a flower"
| glanced toward the vase of chrysanthe-
NUNS which Aunt Desire had placed on the
centre table.
"Not that" continued the bold beggar
II want Rose"
AS it seemed my vocation to marry my
critic, never finished my story.
PERIIs OF THE SEA. The Saco Democrat
relates the following sad narrative =
Mr.. Amaziah Benson and VIM. Flanders,
residing on Oak Ridge. Lower Biddeford. are
fisherman, and have shanty on Whitney's
Neck, between Fortune and Goose Rocks,
about four miles from their home. TO this
shanty they have been in the habit Of driving
and going out fishing in a small 'dory," not
untrequently being absent from home several
days Last Tuesday, Sept. 9th. they left
home, accompanied by Lewis Emmons, a
boy about Is years Of age, son of Lorenzo
E,nmons, formerly Of Biddeford, but now of
Vinalhaven, Me-, repaired to their old quar-
ters on the Neck and went out in their boat.
Towards night they started to return and us
the wind commenced to blow quite strong,
concluded to take in sail. While attempting
to do so q squall struck and capsized them.
Fortunately they were enabled to catch hold
ou lIic Dodt Wuo SoiiiiIlso oih e'iiN eiiSAC
was every prospect of their being obliged to
spend it in the water if indeed they were
able to hold out till the dawning of another
day. They were about four miles off Shore
with no immediate prospect of rescue. In
the water, chilled through and through, as
of course they must have been at this season
of the year, death stared them in the face.
The boy Emmons, first showed signs of ex
haustion, and his companions were obliged
to hold him as we'll as themselves to the boat.
He was soon so far gone to be unable to
speak, but they still clung to him in the
hopes of being able to save him. But there
is a limit to human endurance, and at last,
however reluctantly they may have arrived
at this alternative, they were obliged to drop
him in order to save themselves, if indeed
they would be able to do so even after this
sacrifice Towards morning they were pick
ed up by schooner, taken to Boston, and
arrived home Thursday night Their pre-
sence at their residence was the first notifica-
ton their friends had of the disaster. Mr..
Flanders has but one leg, having lost the
other in the late war.
In this connection we should mention their
horse, which they left at the shanty Tuesday
with probably not more feed than
was sufficient for one day. The cravings of
the poor beast can better be imagined than
Observation-Disclosures without food from Tues
day morning till their return home.