The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1874-07-16


rolls on. and we follow. The cloud Of just
is in our eyes; the red faces ooppsrcolored
silk gowns, and hideous Howery hats Of the
female B. 7. disappear from view down
the Winding curves of the path. We hear
Malone CRY, There's Rozeil' for the ben
eft Of his passengers. We, too, reach
the corner. I.:u reIiu4uishes her Mipgo,
folds her ia, palms esthetically, sets her
wide legs as wide apart as is anyway con-
sistent with an upright position, and copy
ing Malone's tone with the nicsty OF a
practiced actress. repeats, "Zere's Rozel!"
Then changing in . voice Of glee, and be-
ginrng to jump up and down like a ball of
wool tossed into the air and back again
Lulu show it m sieur-Lulu-not Malone"
stand still and look about me--at the
steep, rough path with its over hanging
wall of ochrered earth, topped by tang'e
OF feathery grasses and matted white vein
ed ivy-at the broken precipitous hillside
the patches of golden gorse and flaming
purple heather-st the motley red roof
and steep pebtly paths Of the little fishing
village nestled down in a nook bet~eea the
dark green bills and yellow strip of sandy
shore-at the gray quadrangle Of the gar
rison wall with its living scarlet dots speck-
ling the interior-at the broad flashing
sheet of burning blue waters, beaming and
dimpling like q breast plate Of diamond un-
der the July hun-at the brown, weather
beaten fishing boats hauled up high and
dry upon the singly- beach, and far above
at the gray root of the wayside cottage
blinking dinly in the yellow sun.light. 1t
is so pretty scene, SO bright and pictur-
esque, that could have stood gazing for a
length Of time, but for Lulu. Taking my
hand again, that insinuating tyrant re-
marks carelessly, as of subject of general
interest:
"Sweeties in de shop bas. Berry dood
sweetics."
"Ha, indeed? And Lulu would like
some"
Mails oui," with most serious gravity;
an -ieur have some too
Monsieur aecedes, seeing it is expected Of
him, and together W. descended to the viii
lage. Lulu pilots the way with surprising
agility to the sweety' shop, and | meek
ly invest 10 small load of taify, brandy
balls, comit.. etc., for my guide. She,
however, has no idea of having them made
into a mere parcel, but opens first one tiny
palm to be filled and then another, elasping
her short fingers firmly over their sticky
contents. ] meekly suggest her pinafore
as extra receptacle; but Lulu, looking at
the holes therein, shakes her head decisive
ly. Doubts of the properiety Of utilizing
the only remaining garment occur To both
OF ua, when Lulu solves the difficulty bv
suddenly throwing back her head and op-
enIng a small red cavern fenced by two
rows of wee white pearls. l fill il obedi
entity, tull-very full Lulu mods conten-
teddy, and then, speech beng impossible,
S''So hiS OiI CisctA I'll nlsS, duu 80
trots away on her home ward route.
Poor, little, tat legs, how weary they
must have grown before they reached the
top of the hill! Standing on the beach twen-
ty minutes later, | saw the we white fig
ure toilIng painfully upward, and stopping
every half minute to pick up the sweeties
which v Guild escape haods or mouth.
This was my first meeting with Lulu;
but long before | left Jersey We had grown
intimate friends. My acquaintance with
the bospitable mistress of La Chalre,
whose gardens, cut out Of the rock, are
the show-piaces of Rozel, brought Inc often
to that pretty buy; and whether on foot or
horseback, if ] passed the cottage and call
ed, where's Fit Luiu?" out few the
dimpled owner Of the Lame, dancing for
glee, and holding up her chubby hands, to
be taken by" lie m'Seur qui ma donne dcs
sweeties."
Lulu lived with her grandmother %
hard-taced old dame, wearing the short
stuff skirt, dumping shoes, and broad inge
snowy cap Of Bretagne-who worked 10
the fields; and her pretty young aunt
Manet.a. Father, gran dfather and uncle
had all been lost, drowned in the sea, out
fishing the night Lulu was born; and mother
went before morning to seek them. The
shock killed her, and left Lulu orphaned
before she was an hour old; but the child
Lived and tbrived. All the neighbors round
about pitied and made much of the helpless
baby, the fishers especially taking SO warm
and interest in her welfare that at three
years old Mile. lulu was the acknowledg.
ed pet of Rpzel, and the ruling spirit in
that lonely cottage on the hill top.
Two years and half had passed when
an accident again brought me to Jersey for
my summer holiday; and as matter of
course one of my first excursions was to
Rozcl Bay aud my kind friend g: La Chaire.
was on horseback, and the day was hot
aud thunderous, breaking every now and
then into those sudden down pours, those
terrific sheets CT rain, for which the island
is so disagreeably noted. Not having an
umbrella, was naturally desrous ofgetting
to La ChaIre before being caught in one of
these water spouts; yet as neared the
wellknown house By the roadside, the re-
membrauce uf ulu made me draw rein ard
Stacked pace, looking OUT for Il glimpse of
my little friend, and calling her name aloud
in hopes of seeing II Pair Of startle !, joyous
eyes flash out in answer.
Vain IDEAL There Was no voice in reply,
no rush of littls feet. no round, bright face
lifted up to kiss me. The house stood
there, silent in the yellow, thunderCus
light, dust upon the gray walls, dust upon
the closed windows, dust upon the unity
tufts Of blood-red carnations Struggling
over the dry, light soil outside the do>r.
( Never q sound IRON within; never utf of
smoke from the chimney. The place 10 k
/ ed dark, dismal, and deserted, a. though ii
curse had fallen On IT; and, wondering ard
/ disappointed. / rode down N the vii ige
and pat up my burse at the inn before go