The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1871-09-21
THE "MARGARET ANN"
AN EXPERIENCE.
From the Sunday Magazine.

where the sun had gone down In anger,
was a long lire of red, tapering off into q
bright yellow, the yellow losing itself in
the dark cloud. Above the dark cloud
| there cleaned out some flashes of bright
ness, just as though one might have fan
cied the moon was about to show herself
Only, the moon was crescent moon, and
had already set. Say what he would, it
was a peculiar sky that night. Overhead,
the wind seemed to move in eddies,
pitching the clouds at will To the left
Of us might be seen the little pier with
its white beacon light at its end; on this
side, it shone u red light in the room on
the beach where the bathing things were
kept to the right lay the rugged coast,
its rocks juttng out into the water. Mrs.
Whitnall and her children stood in the
bay.wlndow looking out on all this, and
on She wide expanse of sea beneath and
around, heaving darkly in the distance,
sparkling with foam near. For myself, I
was thinking how beautiful tie sea was,
and how should like to live near it
always. A@
Beautiful, but treacherous. Take that
day, for instance. In the morning, the
sea had been calm and blue as ripping
lake; and now, at nightfall, it was toss.
| ing itself and raging horribly.'' D'.-
'Iam sure it is going to be a fearful
night sighed Mrs. Whitnall, cit was
rough at midday; but" -...a1. 72", =,
"Rough at midday! Why, mother, you
called it rough the other evening, when
there was hardly wind enough to blow
out the fishing boats" ~
It was Alex who had interrupted, the
eldest, d brave, fearless lad Of thirteen
We stood on again, in silence.
"Oh, dear, I wish we could have tea
mammal cried the Impatient Gerty,
presently. as it of any use to wait
longer 49.c 30 a s55
"Well-yes; perhaps we had better
have tea, replied Mrs. Whitnall. s'Please
to ring Dorothy" ,1ae'ota| ~
/ 1t was surprising how dark the room
had become, and how long we must have
stood watching the sky and the sea. j
had to grope my way to the bell. The
Flandlady answered it herself, Mrs. James
bringing in the candles. Mrs. Whitnal
!. apologized at seeing her. She was quite
j different from some of the people who
let lodgings at the seaside, and had beer
la lady once. 3 10 ash
81 have allowed my servant to go oui
this evening"" she explained, coming
back with the tea kettle "Her brother
has come down to see her, and has takeI
her to the circus. She is a good girl, and
I did not like to deny her the little pleas
IRE" a# u
This travelling circus had been turning
the heads of the town for week past
} Our young ones were wild to go, and Mr.
WhitnaH had half promised TO take then
to-night. He had not got home to do it
and they were disappointed. -a
"Isjt not too bad, Dotty?" 15
as not what too bad % ~ a Ia
e "Papa's staying cuts"
t "Nonsense, children. It must be TIL
boats fault, not his" t..9 Sizes.
"Say the seas fault, Dot" .... E4a.
I "The sea's-of course. Perhaps ht
will take you tomorrow evening"
With the curtains drawn, and tn,
room bright, we sat around the tea -tabl,
/ talking, and forgot the sea. All at once
when there happened to be a moment
stiffness from tongues, every mouth beinE
full Of bread and butter and shrimps,
sound like a rushing, wailing moal
swept past the windows, shaking tn
house to it's very foundation. Mrs. Whit
: nall dropped the teapot and looked III
with a scared face. ta .at
t'Was that the wind"
hE Of course it was the wind. She neet
mot have asked it. aA
"What a night it is going to be !"
Alex went behind the curtains to lool
: out. Little Ethel was running too, but
told her to come back, and not throw
down the heads and tails of the shrimps
d "It is nothing but land wind, moth
err" said Alex, in his wisdom. "Tae Sc
d is not bit rougher than it was before"
!, "Just bark! That's the drum of the Gil
J GUS" bewailed Frederick. Sand poo
papa not to have come back to take us. "
The drums.could certainly be heard AN,
Il for the first time in our remembrance
But we were quieter than usual tonight
and the wind set this way. Childre
feel their disappointment keenly, an,
: the shrimps seemed to lose their flavor .
I helped Mrs James take away til
plates, and Alex, at his mothers bidding
Y carried out the kettle. Mrs. James wa
so evidently lady, so quiet and refined
that it made us uncomfortable to be wait
ed on by her as though she were do
! nestle. A woman of many sorrows,
4 felt sure. gg8 gtss r 4gasf IA
/ Mrs. Whitnall chose the 107th Psalm
4 for reading that night thought knew
3 why and then the children went to bed
Alex sadly wanted to sit up, to be 'sin a
3 the landing" but his mother would no
let him. When got down stairs afte
seeing the two little ones, Kate and Ethel
she was standing in the bay window, be
hind the curtain, calculating the posi-
bility, or not, of her husbands comins
6 in. But that we were inexperienced land
women, we should have known there ha(