Weekly Trinity journal., 1875-11-27
A WOMAN AFTER ALL.

"Take of that hideous bornot, Doro-
thy. l want to see your sweet little face
without it,"
"Thou shouldst not speak SO, Charles.
1t is very wrong.'
Why, little Dorothy, why ?"
"Thou knowest favor is deceitful, and
beauty is vain. We ought to bear our
. testimony against the vanity of personal
looks"
fought We? Then tell me why it
pleased Providence to make you SO beau
tiful, my small cousin ?"
Hush, Charles will not permit
thee to speak to me in this MANNER"
And Dorothy Hicks, the little Quakeress,
put on her gravost all and struggled val
iantly to turn the corners OF her mouth
down when they wanted to turn up.
Don't look so serious, little girl-you
positively alarm me-" And Charles
Mayer burst into merry laugh that ech-
oed through the poplar trees in the old
garden. "Now tell me, Dorothy-l in.
sist upon knowing, and as a member Of
your family consider | have right to
be informed are you going to marry
Broadbrim ?"
"Frend Ephraim is an estimablc man,
Charles. Thou must not speak of him
thus"
Look, Dorothy, There he is; | will
quote no proverbs, but the rim of his hat
turned the corner just as spoke. Now,
don't look as if you intended to go back
to the house, for you are not going. I'll
tell you secret. When | was down by
the river this morning. | found boat
with tempting pair Of oars lying in it,
and | made up my mind that Dorothy
Hicks and her wicked, worldly cousin
from the iniquitous city of new York
We're going for a row in that very boat,
this evening""
at is ngighbor IIancock's boat"
He will let us have it,"
" Y -e-s, but, Charles, | fear that it is
| my daty-"
5 mo, it isn't. You know you don't
want to spend this lovely evening in the
, house, entertaining Broadbrim, and you
! do want to go and see the sunset ON the
q river with me-"
/ Dorothy looked doubttully toward the
@ house and wishully toward the river.
/ "La femme qui hesie est perdae,
/, Dorothy, which means if we don't hurry
q up, Gruycoat will come out, and catch
a us" Charles took Dorothy's hand in his
: and in a moment they We're on thoir way
G to the shore.
r "But Charles, see that cloud in the
b south. If there were to be u storm"
9 d" But there will not. Come, jump in. >
The oars are lifted into the rowloclls,
/ Dorothy takes the management into her
little hands, and soon they are gliding
: over the surface Of the water, leaving II
track Of silvery bubbles behind them. 1t
5 is Il lovely evening. The misty shadows
of twilight are gathering in the east and
in the west the clouds, blood red and
purple, are casting rosy light all over
, the broad river, fresh breeze is blowing
around their faces, and waves splash up
against the sides Of their little boat like
monotouous music. Charles is talking
about his city home, telling Dorothy OF
The aunts and cousins she had not seen
for long time, and amusing her with
! stories of his college days and his efforts
t to make his way in his profession, which
S at first were so unsuccessful Neither OF
e them notices that tho breeze every mo-
4 ment grows fresher and stronger and that
the dark cloud in the south has spread
= over the horizon.
Presently low mutloring growl OF
; thunder startles them from the dream in
to which they have fallen.
"Turn back, Charles, turn back !
n the storm is on us screams Dorothy.
But there is no turning back. They
{ have been rowing with the tide. The
> river is very wide, and the increasing
force of the wind and waves together j.
@ now so great, that when they attempt t.
turn back, the water rushes into the tiny
boat. Both faces grow pale in the murky
light as their danger bursts upon them.
"It is impossible you cannot do it,"
"Tell me, Dorothy, what is that dark
object just ahead f"
at is a ledge Of rocks, but when the
> tide comes in from the sea it will be GOV
, cred !" and with low moan, Dorothy
; sinks down from her scat, and covers heI
face with her hands,
g We will try and land there. The
= tide will not turn for an hour"
> The effort is successful The ledge is
= reached, and Charles carries Dorothy tC
the highest point, and lays her gently
down.
g any love, my little love !" be cried
+ kissing her helpless hands. 4" Have
killed you ?"
"Stop /" she exclaims. Listen
o There is a boat. 1t is coming to u.s.
!, Dorothy is upon her knees and wild cry
Of thanksgiving comes from her lips.
B, Ephraim Ford has followed them. The
+ heavy boat with its single occupant is
strong enough to resist the waves, and as
s he nears, they 60 down to meet him.
k Back !" he cries. 81 will not take bu;
) one Of you. 1t is not safe"
The grim Quaker, with his stern emo
tionless face, wrenches away the slender
S hands that cling to Charles, and claspinp
r her tightly in his arms, lays her at bis
n own feet in the bottom of his boat. NJ
d word is spoken until they reach the oppo
d site shore. Then he takes her up again