The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1871-12-15

full waters Of Logport Bay. 1t had been
a clear day upon the sea shore, albeit
the air was filled with the flying spume
and shifting sand of a struggling beach,
whose low dunes were dragged down
by the long surges of the Pacific and
thrown up again by the tumultuous
trade winds. But the sun had gone
down in bank of feecy fog that was
Gradually the headland at the entrance
of the harbor and the lighthouse dis
appeared, then the willow fringe that
marked the line of Salmon river van
ished, and the ocean was gone. A few
sails still cleaned on the waters of the
bay; but the advancing fog wiped them
out one by one, crept across the steel
blue expanse, swallowed up the white
mills and single spire of Logport,
and joining with relntorcements from
the marshes, moved solemnly up the
hills. Ten minutes more and the land
scape was utterly blotted out; simulta-
neously the wind died away, and death
like silence stole over the sea and shore.
The faint clang, high overhead, of un-
seen brent, the nearer call of invisible
plover, the lap and wash of undis-
tinguishable waters, and the monoton-
Gus roll of the vanished ocean, were the
only sounds. As night deepened, the
far off booming of tbs, fog bell on the
headland at intervals stirred the thick
air.
Hard by the shore of the bay, and
half-hidden by drifting sand-hills,
stood low nondescript structure, to
whose composition sea and shore had
equally contributed. 1t was built part
ly of logs and partly of drift-wood and
tarred canvas. Joined to one and of
the main bull Iing-the ordinary log
cabin of the settler-was the half round
pilot-house Of some wrecked steamer !;
while the other gable terminated in
half of broken whale boat. Nailed
against the boat were the dried skins
of wild animals. and scattered about
lay the flotsam and jetsam of many
years gathering, bamboo crates. casks,
hatchets, blocks, oars, boxes, part of a
whales vertebre, and the blades Of
sword fish. Drawn up on the beach Of
a little cove before the house lay ca
noe. AS the night thickened and the
fog grew more dense, these details grew
imperceptible, and only the windows Of
the pilot-house, lit up by roaring fire
within the hut, cleaned redly through
the mist.
By this fire, beneath ships lamp
that swung from the roof, two figures
were seated, a man and woman. The
man, broad-shouldered and heavily
bearded, stretched his listless, powerful
length beyond broken bamboo chair
with his eyes fixed on the fire. The
woman crouched cross-legged upon the
broad earthen hearth, with her eyes
blinkingly fixed on her companion.
They were small, black, round, berry
like eyes, and as the freight shone on
her smoky face, with its one striped
cheek Of gorgeous brilliancy, it was
plainly the Princess Bob and no other
Not word was spoken. They had
been sitting there for more than an
hour, and there was about their atti-
tude suggestion that silence was ha-
bitual. Once or twice the man rose and
walked up and down the narrow room,
or gazed absently from the windows of
the pilot-house, but never by look or
sign betrayed the slightest conscious
ness of his companion. At such times
the Princess, from her nest by the fire,
followed him with eyes Of canine ex-
pectancy and wistfulness. But he
would as inevitably return to his con-
temptation of the fire, and the Prin-
cess to her blinking watchfulness of his
face.
They had sat there silent and undis-
t,,N e. a..
weather and foul. They had spent
many day in sunshine and storm, ga.
thering the unclaimed spoil of sea and
shore. They had kept these mute re-
lations, varied only by the incidents of
the hunt or meagre household duties,
for three years, ever since the man,
wandering modify over the lonely
sands, had fallen upon the half.starved
woman lying III the little hollow where
she had crawled to die. 1t had seemed
as if they would never be disturbed until
now, when the Princess started and,
with the instinct of her race, bent her
ear to the ground.
The wind had risen and was rafting
the tarred canvas. But in another mo-
ment there plainly came from without
the hut the sound of voices. Then fol-
lowed a rap at the door; then another
rap; and then, before they could rise to
their feet, the door was thrown briskly
open.
" beg your PARDON" said a pleasant
but somewhat decided contralto voice
9" but | don't think you heard me
knock. All, | see you did not. May
| come in p
There was no reply. Had the bat
tered figure head of the Goddess of Lib
erty, which lay deeply imbedded in the
sand on the beach, suddenly appeared
at the door demanding admittance, the
occupants of the cabin could not have
been more speechlessly and hopelessly
astonished than at the form which
stood in the open doorway.
1t was that of slim, shapely, ele
gantly dressed young woman. A scar
let-lined silken hood was half thrown
back from the shining mass of the black
hair that covered her small head from
her pretty shoulders dropped ful
cloak, only restrained by cord anc
tassel in her small gloved hand
Around her full throat was double
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