The Republican journal., 1874-06-11
No Robbery.

They met at the North Hampton station,
and got into the coach for Rye together.
The first couple were Martin Petersham
and Norah Uhler, who were going on to
the Farragut. Norahs aunt having invited
her to bring her lover and spend the rest
of the summer. The other couple were
Maurice ST Maurice and Lucia Claiming,
who We're to be dropped at Terrace Hall.
sister was holding court OF course a
grand recognition scene followed.
'Norah uhler, if | live Where ever
did you come from pr
why, Lutte Claiming, / can't believe
my eyes nor my luck" Then there was
an embarrassing pause of half minute,
and Norah added, Lutte, this is Mr.. Peter
sham You may have heard"
"Oh, yes. Happy to meet You Mr.
Petersham,@ laughed Lutte. "And this is
Mr.. st Maurice You may have heard
toon
Are you going to Rye. Lutte, asked
Norah behind her bushes
No; we are going to stop with Ange-
line at Little Boar's Head but we shall
be only two miles apart What's hat to
"heart's that love- Wen see each Other
every day ...
Yes. is 4 perfect age since we met,
and you've proved a wretched correspond
ent And You'll come ever to all th,
hops?"
Such larksn Maurice doesn't trip or
the light fantastic | shall have to do the
German with your-with Mr. Petersham ,
And what shall do ?" laughed Norah
galy.
You can dispense the favors, said st
Maurice, coming to her aid.
II should fancy that | was going to dis
pense with them
They drove on. chatting coZily about
their school-days, when they had beer
roommates together.
Here we are at Terrace Hall, and a.
reroir.' cried Lucia. "See YOU to-mor
row, mavourneen, or live a blighted be
ing; and the TWO girls exchanged Il kiss
and parted.
Isn't he perfectly stunning?" said Lucia
to Mrs Angeline who appeared as the
coach waltzed off, and St Maurice tossed
little Rose in his arms at the other end o.
the yeranda. "Whatever could he have
soon in Norah Uhler She's like cham
pagne with the head off; he's utterly thrown
away on her.
And who is he? questioned Mrs. Ange
line And who is Norah Uhler?"
"Who is Norah Uhler 81 answered st
Maurice, coming forward IN time to heal
the query with little Rose astride hi.
shoulders " She is the niece of Mrs
Doldrum, stopping at the Farragut House
and "S rr"tty us a primrose,
''1Sn I Sne luSt loynly - Sai1 Nn,.ah
s'She laughs too much, returned Peter
sham, inditferently
But it's vastly becoming, Martini
''Oh is it?"
Don't YOU know it is? believe yol
men are born blind. When she show those
white teeth of hers
II don't like a woman to show her teetl
al me -
Don't interrupt She's an heircss, too
oh" (with more animation), is she
St Maurice is doing a fine thing, then
with his high-hown name. Wonder if he
selected it out Of a French novel;
"Oh, Martin, what an idea' He looks
the pink OF perfection, I'm sure
The coNcomb, you mean Isn't she
head and shoulders above him." Peter
Il don't know-not intellectually. He
writes for the North American Lutte toll
me so while YOU We're settling the mex
election
The next morning Lutte and St Mauric,
presented themselves at Rye. They tount
Mrs Doldrum and PetershaN Just setting
out for bath, the latter laden with camp
stool and umbrella for Norah. who nevel
| went into the surf.
Come unto these yellow sands" criet
Petersham You'll follow the sea, Mis-
Claiming? It's tip-top bathing; 'twoul,
make perfect Aphroditc of you, if Vol
needed pertecting."
Thanks. It's quite a luxury to 60 il
with one so strong. 1t gives such sense
Of security, in case anything should hap
pen, you know. ! never feel quite conf
dent with St Maurice, because he isn't 81
tall as am; and then he laughs at me
too -
"Too cruel Aren't you bound for the
| blue billow ?" asked Petersham. feeling
every one of his extra inches and turning
to Maurice, who was adjusting Norah'
camp-stool on the bench, which her love
had relinquished
watch the crowd with Miss Uhler;" anC
then he sat down at Norah's feet, an,
drew caricatures on the leaves of his mem
orandum-book of the groups on the sand
and here and there q crested breaker witt
Lute's face laughing out of the spray, o
u dimpled hand beckoning through th'
| surf, or "a tress Of golden hair tangled
among the seaweed.
"Aren't we rather eXhausting this kline
of excitement ?" said he at last, throwing
| down his pencil "Aren't you somewha
tired of seeing the buff suit with blue
rivers promenading with that piratca
mustache and bamboo cane p
YES, indeed the sun on the sea make.
my head ache, too But it vexes Martin
if / don't wait he says it doesn't look wei
to see me Struggling off to the hote
alone"
'l'm afraid he's something OF :, marti
net. Let's straggle off together, and thel
he can't complain"
'Well, misery loves company-l NEAR
YOU know" blundered Norah
Yes, | understand" !" said Maurice. re-
assuring her with his laughing eyes "Yor
mean that we are companions in solitude
Now, if we could only have "a sing to
gether-"
And why can't we? Singing is my
forte. Martins crazy over it. Sometime:
I'm afraid it was my singing that
"Captivated him ?''
Il beg pardon. I'm saying such queer
things to you before | know it. Iol
mustn't remember them, that's all. Yes
Martin throws himself into an armchair
in Aunt Judith's parlor, and don't heal
another syllable from him till it's bed
time, and I'm hoarse as crow.''
Il should like to hear you myself
Very WE'LL" said she, ushering him in
to Mrs Doldrums parlor, and opening ths
piano at will while away the time tol
YOU, and make Martin sorry that he wasn
here"
$50 you like to make Martin sorry"
"In revenge; and it's good for him, you
know. [ never sing for him except al
night. Perhaps you know some Of my
songs Here's the Danube Rirer. l always
feel as if l were there myself in the hap
piest of weather; there's a romantic some
thinp about if >