Litchfield enquirer., 1873-07-24
From the Atlantic Monthly,
 MISS HELEN.

Like the parted fingers of a hand, the long headlands of Cherry Neck stretch seaward towards the far-off Narragansett coast. In their rugged wilderness of rocks, gray, brown, and ichen-stained, are many quiet places of shelter, where, secure from any wind that may blow, as well as from watchful man or maid, he who would be alone may lie at ease.
 Here, as had often chanced before, I found myself upon clear, brisk Septem- Der morning, full of such early autumnal freshness as makes the bright days of Newport autumn the best of any weather. A great storm had scourged the weary wa ters from the far southeast these three long days, under darkened skies, until of a sudden the wind came bounding out of the northwest and swept down upon the broad, black ranks of hurrying pillows. Then all the air frightened, the leaden sky was rent asunder, and the blue came out in rich patches of color. which so quickly grew that, before long, only few torn bits of gray cloud were left flying in ragged haste across the heavens. Below, upon the ocean, there was sight to see which is only to be seen in the sudden changes which sometimes at Newport end U sturdily in the face of the crisp north westerly gale, it tore the gray foam from their crests and cast 1t back in long white ribbons across the shining black hollows which parted each from each. Grand to see in the keen, clear, yellow sunlight, they bowed and stumbled and fell in many-toned thunder among the rocks, and then rang their lessening strength away in the soft crush and breaking of 8 million foam-bells, ,-as it were Samson's riddle anew, sweetness coming forth out of strength. The air was cool and fresh, and blew as though there were plenty of it at home among the free New England hills whence it came. There was in it . rude vigor of freedom, and 8 keenness that made very grateful the generous bounty of the morning sun.
 By slow degrees I began to feel, as l lay thinking on broad shelf of rock, how rarely pure and healthy was the mood of nature which reigned in cold wind and swaying water in blue sky, gray rock, and yellow sunshine; and. inusing, made search for word that should ftly sum it up in briefest speech. Lazily groping about, as it were, for what wanted, my vain search was checked of sudden by Q voice knew full we'll, and which seemed to me of no distant kinship, with the cool. frank north-wind. .-
 sWhat an honest morning"
 'Thank you," said I, rising to my feet; 'syou have found what wanted, Miss Helen. was trying to find in my dull brain something to say of this wholesome day which should be the right word and no more" ssaaas sssszf sza E.gs ''And I have said il, i" replied the lady. '1 felt as if had raised ghost when you l jumped up so suddenly at my feet. How ever, no one need expect to be quite se- cure of lonliness anywhere about New port. @..-'.. -.s. .... e.s.z.s.zao
 sThank you"
 s'I hardly feel as though Is ought to apologize, unless" she added, '1 have l spoken to man who himself never cares l to be alone. '' | "He does not aow,a ''1f tThat is scarcely an answer" sNo; but is reply
 again she said, s'We seem to have come to
 an end of our talk. g zs- A'- --z
 ''One may have too little to say, or too much. Miss Helen. Why must people
 talk always?"
 "I was about to say that I did not know
 you well enough not to talk to you. Per.
 haps if I did I should ask you to sit down
 over yonder, like good boy, and leave
 me alone . little to enjoy what I Harne il
 quest of,-a bit of thinking to be between myself and this safe old father confess0r the sea. iEf
 "To hear is to obey" I said, laughing
 and retreating to rock some ten feet oil