The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1872-10-26

WISDOM is gong 10 Ole Win yOu," sad
she. "But what do you do out there in
the heart of the universe
eve dig gold for one thing, and raise
sheep for another-mlllions and millions
of them; from thirty to forty vessels are
constantly plying to England with the tai
low and pressed wool"
"What do you do with all that NUT,
tor ?" asked Rosa, looking idly at the
light in the speakers eyes.
We use what we can" was the reply
and sometimes, | am sorry to say we bury
the flesh-not usually, but sometimes an
order will come to one farmer for thou
saud sheep, if you please and all he can
do is to clip off the wool, get ont tie fat,
and bury the carcasses"
just then along came the ships sur
geon, a blonde youth in uniform, with his
hair parted in the middle.
"Miss Armour" said he, "the gun is to
be fired off at the bow will you come and
see it done ~
Miss Armour started up at once, turn
ing the same half-confding glance and
ready smile upon him she had been Civ
ing us.
81 am going to leave my rug with you
| shall come back" said she, beaming over
her shoulder upon me as she took the sur
geon's arm and went away.
The New Zealander looked after her,
tried to console himself by drawing bis
wrap in another fold across his knees, did
not succeed, and finally got up and went
away. OF course it was not worth his
rh, IL 4 30 al l. 4
die aged woman in hood and waterproof
SO | sat and looked at the likeness of a
lake among the clouds, and tried to decide
whether | had better take oatmeal cruel
or biscut-tea for my supper; wondering the
while, half unconsciously, about the old
chord in my memory that was always being
struck by a certain musical ring in the
New Zealander's voice.
After an hour or so the gun was fred :;
and presently Miss Armour came back,
with the disorder of the strong sea-wind
in her hair, and its freshness in her pretty
pink checks.
"Tve come as | said," she murmured
dropping at my feet again, and smiling up,
as though she had got where she best
loved to be, just such u smile as she would
have given to the stokcrs down in the
engine room, or to the ships cat. But it
was lovely to look upon while 1t lasted !;
and we middle-agcd people have learned
to warm ourselves in any chance ray of
sunlight, without stopping to consider
whether it is likely to be perpetual
This time the bit OF sunshine did not
stay long, for there came up an artist
with his sketch book; and when Miss
Armour had sufficiently admired his
graphic pencilings of the captain and the
quartermaster, and the seasick occupant of
the upper berth, it was time to throw the
log and so he bore her off, to find out
with her own eyes whether we were act
ually going at the rate of thirteen knots,
or only twelve and half
That was how the days went The pas
sengcrs read and paced the deck, PLAYED
games and guessed riddles, and were al
ways hungry the pilot stood steady and
firm at the wheel the sailors ran up and
down about the rigging like overgrown
spiders, and were forever securing and
ecrubbing, tying and untying, drawing up
and letting down. Thus at last we had
come safely almost to our desired haven
with fair sailing, we were Just one day
out from port; and fond as we had grown
to be of each other, we were getting I'M
patient to part.
Miss Armour, during all the voyage,
had kept on as she began, beguiIing everv
one with her trick of lip and eve. They
ran after her like boys at the string of a
kite. Well, they had nothing better to
do ust then and when she had faded out
as the rainbow fades, had no doubt she
would be as easily forgotten, or only re-
membcrcd as Il midsummer's day dream,
by all, unless it might be solitary, warm
hearted man like the New Zealander, To
tell the truth, was a little sorry for him.
Evidently, life had not brought him all it
might; and he was hungry for the love
and confidence that had never been his.
So l was afraid he would miss this little
sparkle of girlhood and warm youth, and
and find the void deeper when it had gone
out.
To the very last day, Rosa kept her
place by my chair and 10 the very last
the New Zealand kept his place by her,
when no one younger stepped IN to take
her off, which was pretty often to be sure.
Then, he always quietly went away him,
self, with a kind of grave regret on his
face. On this last morning, Miss Armour
had just left us along with Il young law
yer, to drop oranges and lemons among
the Storage passengers, when | noticed
the New Zealander looking after her with
a sadder regret than usual-almost a pain
in his eyes, | could see that without
my glasses.
"Now," said to myself, (" | hope he
isn't going to get sofia sensible, gentle
manly, agreeable man like him, and quite
old enough to be her fatherw Ana so |
looked at him to see if he was, when sud.
denly he turned upon me.
{" AT least, you might have written,
Agatha WELSH said he sharply.
| started, as you may think, to hear my
own name spoken SO Familiarity by
stranger; when, looking again, behold!
| saw beneath the bronze, and under the
wrinkles and behind the beard, u face that
twenty years before was the dearest in the
world to me-the face of Duncan Ashley
We parted one day expecting to meet the
next; but that evening he was called
away, and wrote instead of coming. In
letter he said, hat he had said before
with his eyes-yes, those same beautiful
eyes-that | was the choice of his heart
and the desire of his life.
Answer me-" said he, | cannot wait
till see you"
SO | answered-a long, foolish letter,
though there was 10 need of writing for
he had read all | could say long before,
with those eyes of his. Then ] watched
and waited for him; but never saw him
or heard one word more. Ifyou are young,