Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1874-07-02

II would give something to know who
they are
Wondering that l received no an,
swer, I turned, but was alone. All
that l heard or saw was the hutter of
a white dress disappearing through
the open door, and a soft tread on
the stair that died away in moment.
Then followed fifteen minutes of sus-
pense.
The forms disappeared around the
snadowy side Of the rock, and we'o
now coming up the sandy road lead
ing from the beach to the house, and |
caught glimpse of face, young and
almost boyish, lighted up with a pair
of deep, strange eyes whose color l
could not determine then they pas
sed up the steps of the broad, cool
veranda that ran entirely around the
building, and mine eyes for a season
beheid them no more.
I sat there watching the shadows of
the twilight creeping up, and feeling
in a vague sort of way, that I had
been guilty of committing some crime,
when the footsteps came back, climb
ing the stair in a slow, weary way, l
thought, till they paused before my
door, and Mays face peered in.
"Well," I said, looking up, and try
ing to speak unconcernedly.
"Well," she repeated, stalking in,
and throwing herself Oh the lounge in
her old fashion, looking at me, all the
while, with eyes as solemn as an owls.
cones minister, and his name is
Bacon" she said at last.
"The Rev. Mrs. Bacon! Ha! Fla
1t won't be me, for I always detested
pork. And the other ?" she asked.
"He is reporter belongs to the
Alligator Sum- or the Crocodile Her
ald,' or some other Latin name."
"May Mancourt, how did you find
all that out ? By looking on the ho-
tel register ? Did you, respectable
girl, or pretending to be one, though
whether you are or not remains to be
proven, and calling yourselfa friend Of
mine-do you-
She interrupted me.
"Lou Brooks, I did ! And he has
light hair, and the deepest, darkest
eyes you ever looked into; a regular
brown"
That was enough. Before l had
closed my eyes in sleep that night, ]
determined to win the reporter, or in
the heroric language of Paul or So.
crates, or Washington or some other
great man, "to die in the attempt"
Well, the next morning, we were
up with the lark, and sauntered down
to the beach in our most bewitching
toilets, consisting of fresh, crisp mus
Inns off becoming shade, and the
pretty seaside flats that were 30 much
in vogue that season, to say nothing
OF floating ribbons and snowy laces.
Our gallant was one of the staid sober
people that I have heretofore men,
toned, and said but little so we had
the conversation to ourselves until we
reached the rocks, where we left him
to mediate at his leisure, while we
rambled up the face of the cliff until
we reached gigantic pile, around
which wound a narrow path, steep and
circuitous.
We were both fearless, and a little
danger gave the required zest to the
undertaking so, moment after, we
were treadlng the dizzy way, with on
ly slight foothold between us and
the treacherous sea that yawned be-
low. / was more feet of foot than
my companion, or else it was that |
felt unusually exhilerated this morn
ing at any rate, l soon found myself
alone. Almost frightened at my own
daring and temerity, and thinking
that had gone far enough, l turned
to descend but, at that moment, q
voice startled me, and, forgetting my
dangerous position, my foot slipped,
and went down till my hand came in
contact with the sharp edge, to which
T cluug with the tenacity of despair.
| know not what came after, only
that felt my hold growing weaker
and weaker, and my head beginning
to swim around in dizzy circles, when
a voice that sounded like music in my
half unconscious ear exclaimed,-
Courage help is at hand =
The next moment, a strong arm
reached down, and drew me up by
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