Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1874-04-29
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captain this time, and only for a six
six weeks trip; leastways that's what
they calculate it at. Some business
with the New York agents, / think
but l suppose you've heard about it?"
"That the Olinda was to be fitted
out for sale, and that you were to take
her over, and charter another vessel to
bring,you back? Yes; but won't it take
you longer?''
81 [ doubt not. They're to have the
boat and cargo ready. Mr.. Denbighs
arranged all that Did you know his
son-the new Junior partner-is to ship
with us?"
eyes," she said. Good heavens
crimson sky was fading into blues and
violets. He was looking at her, and the
brows suddenly darkened over his eyes,
giving them an odd, fierce expression.
His voice, however, was quieter than
before.
81 can't say care about sailing with
the owners son. I'd iefer take any
other passenger. They're apt to fancy
that because they're boss ashore they
need be boss aboard, an I'm a master
full man myself, an don't hold with no
Co.'S in salt water. Hows' ever, [
shouldn't mind so much if [ liked the
man.
"And don't you?" asked Faith timid-
ly, her color still high.
DO yon ?" said he, STOPPING for
ward to look her full in the face
"He's been deal at Amlwich since [
left, people tell me, an you must ha'
seen plenty Of him. What do you think
Of him ?''
4, Kyle ?"-her eyes dropping be-
Meath the sharp scrutiny-'I-I DOM
know. He's pleasant-spoken and civil
I think he's nice enough
land [ think him cross between
fool and ape" quoth Kyle Grifiths
shortly; son of a sea-cook! Well,
Faith, [ wonder"
Faith snatched away her hand angri-
ly. "He has more manners than you, Z"
cried she, painting and ruffling like an
enraged sparrow; che is a gentleman
at any rate, an would never dream OF
using such language of people he don't
even know more than to speak to. Oh -
and her feelings were too much for
words, and an indignant little sigh and
SILVER filled the gap.
Even the violet was dying out of the
sky now, and cool grey shadows crept
up from the east; and threw sombre
tint over the mans face. A small, cold
wind rose out of the sea, ruffiing it's
breast with long, fretful lines, like the
puckered face of an ailing child. It
chilled the dimples in Faiths cheeks,
and blew the soft brown locks off
Kyle's stern brow and far overhead a
gull flew by, with long shrill scream,
ceased Kyle spoke:
"He is gentleman, is he? thank
God, then, am not. Had [ been one
[ might have been betrothed to some
fine lady, i'stead O. the daughter of an
honest seafaring man like myself.
Faith, twice these five minutes have
you found fault with my manners. l
don't say they're finer than a rough
sailors have need to be, but you never
laid blame on them before. Has this
gentleman been teaching you to do so
IN my absence this time?'
Women are constitutionally towards.
Faith Morgan was very woman. For
all reply, at first she, metaphorically,
turned pale, and took refuge behind
that ever-ready shield of femininity, a
burst of tears. It was not until they
had lasted long enough to make Kyle
apostrophize himself as brute that
she sobbed out
Chow c-c-cruel you are! You
kn-n-now that l love you as you are
better than-and yet-ohy" Another
burst, and the pretty head dropping
very near Kyle's knee, involrlntarily
he laid his hand upon it. Involuntarily
his voice took softened soothing tone.
Gam [ cruel, Faithie, and to you :?
Nay, then, don't cry. Mayhaps [ was
i'll talk about young Denbigh an you.
They said he had been taking my place,
an though [ wouldn't believe it, nor
even hearken to the foul-tongued gos-
sips, it sort O. cut me when you spoke
up for him. Faith, lassie, [ love you
more than many a husband. If you
should play me false with any one, I
think I'd feel like killing him an you
too"
He looked like it at the moment, and
she believed him, and trembled at the
mingling of passionate tenderness and
wrath in his tone. Instinctively she
turned and clasped his strong hand in
both hers, her face turnedup coaMngly :
"Don't think O such things, Kyle,
love; you know I never could. What's
Mr.. Denbigh to me, but fathers part
ner ?"
He was holding the soft hands, and
looking down into the sweet eyes. The
moon, just rising, glittered on some
thing which, unnoticed by her, had es-
capped from the folds of her neckerchief
"a golden circle with the portrait of
man within
"Faith," said Kyle Griifaiiths, in tone
which strove for steadiness, "you're
wearin' a grand new trinket since saw
you last. Who gave you that?''
He spoke too suddenly. With aquick,
frightened gesture she snatched away
her hand, as if to hide the bauble
With O faoa 6oon1v tarrih1 rod tho