Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1872-10-24

sand sheep if you please: and an he e.,
do Is to clip of the WOOL, 70, oa, the a,
and bury the carcesyes."
"What pity the meat can. be sen. .,
the hungry poor At home! Why dom
somebody condense IL rs they do beef /,
Texas" said in my practical way.
"In good time dare say somebody viii
but We can't do everything ut onee," re.
piled the Rev Zealaader, looking viii
srdden interest at tire game Of fshufas- board
being played beside us.
Just then along came the ships surgeon
a blonde youth in uniform, with bis hai,
parted in the middle.
Miss Armour" said he. s.the gun is
to be fred of ut the bow will you come
aud see il done r
Miss Armour started up at once, turn.
ing the same half-con6ding glance aud
ready smile upon him she had been giving
rs.
81 am going to leave my rug with you;
shall come back. said she. beamiug over
her shoulder upon me As she took the sur.
geon's arm and went away.
The New Zealander looked after her
tried hard to console himself by drawing
his wrap in another fold across his knees.
did not succeed. and finally got up and
went away. Of course it was not worth
his while to make himself agreeable to a
middle-aged woman in hood and water
proof. So sat and looked at the likeness
Of lake amcng the sunset clouds, and
tried to decide whether had better take
oatmeal cruel or biscuit tea for my sup
per wondering the while half uncon-
sciously. about the old chord in my mem
ory that was always being struck by a GER
tain muscular ring in the New Zcalandcr' I
voice.
After an hour or so the gun was fred
and presently Miss Armour came back
with the disorder of tue strong sea wind
in her hair. and its freshness in her prc.-
ty pink cheeks.
"rve come rs said" she murmured,
dropping at my feet again. and smiling
up. as Trough she had got where she best
loved to be. just such smile as she would
have gisen to the stokers down in the en-
gine room. or to the ships cat hut it
was lovely to look upon while it 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
hi. sketch book and when Miss Armour
had sufficiently admired his graphic pen
CLING of the captain and the cuarteril as
C.. and the sea-siek occupant of ,
upper berth. it was time to throw the II.
and SO he bore her OF, to find out by her
own eyes whether we were actually going
at the rate Of thirteen knots, or ouly twelve
aud half.
That was hsw the days went. The pas
sengcrs read and paced the deck, played
games or guessed riddles, aud we're always
hungry the pilo. stood steady and firm
at the Wheel; the sailors ran up and dcEr
about the rigging like overgrown spiders.
and were forever securing and scrubbing,
tying and untying. drawing up and letting
down. Thus at last VIC had come safely
almost to our desired haven. With fair
sailing. We we're only one day out from
port and. fond as we had grown to be OF
each other, We were getting impatien. to
part.
Miss Armour. da:ing all tho voyage,
had kept as she had BEGUN. beguiling ev-
cry one with her trick cf lip and eye
They ran after her like boys at the string
Of a kite. Well, they had nothing better
to do Just then; and wten she had faded
out, as the rainbow fades, made no doubt
she would be rs easily forgotten. or only
remembered as midsummer's day dream
by all, unless it might be solitary, warm
hearted man like the New Zealander. To
tell the truth. l was . little sorry for him
Evidently. life had not brought him all i,
might; and he was hungry for the love
and confidence that had never been his
So I was afraid be would miss this little
sparkle Of girlhood and warn. youth, and
end the void deeper when it had gone
out.
To the very last day. Rosa kept he,
place by my chair; aud to the very las
tho New Zealander kept his place by her
when no one younger stepped in to carry
her of, which was pretty often. to be sure
Then. he always quietly went away him.
self, with kind Of grave regret in hi,
face. On this last morning. Miss Armour
had just left US, along with young law.
yer. to drop oranges and lemons among
the steerage passengers, when noticed
the New Zealandcr looking after her with
sadder regret than usual--almost pair
in his eyes. He had such handsom,
dark eyes! could see that without IN,
glasses.
Now" said l to myself, "I hope a
isn't going to get soit-a sensible. r:.n,le
manly. agreeable man like him, AID quit
old enough 10 be her father" And so
looked St him to see il be w.s. when sud
denly he turned upon me.
"As least, you mie,ot have written
agatha Wells" said ne sharply.
started. rs you may think. to hea
my own name spoken so familiarly BY
stranger; lcckihg again. behold. sa,
beneath the broEze, and under the wriu
klcs aud behind the beard, face tn.
tweLty years before was the dearest in th
world 10 me-the face Of Duncan Ashle,
We parted one day expecting TO meet o
the next; Bat that evening he was calie
away, and 7fo,e instead Of coming.
his letter he said, what be had said befor
with his eyes-yes, those same. beautifl
eyes-thss J vas the choice of his hear
and the desire Of his iife.
! "Answcr." me said he. Il cannot wai
till zee you."
So auswered--a long. foolish letter
though there was NO oeed Of writing; 70