The daily gazette., 1875-12-29
A Woman After All.

and beauty vain, We ought to bear
testimony against the vanity of person
al looks"
"Ought we: Then tell me why it
pleased Providence to make you So
beautiful, my small cousin"
Hush, Charles. l will not permit
thee to speak to me In this manner"
And Dorothy. Hicks, ,the.little Quaker
ess, put on the gravest air, and strug-
gled valiantly 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 Maynard burst into a hearty
laugh that echoed through the popu-
lar trees in the old garden, Now,
tell me, Dorothy-I insist upon know.
ing, and as member of your family l
consider that / have the right TO be in
form ed--are you going to marry Broad
brim:"
Friend Ephriam is an estimable
man, Charlie; thou must not speak of
him thus"
"Look, Dorothy. There lie is, l
will quote no proverbs, but the rim of
his hat just turned the corner as l
spoke. Now, don't look a. if you in
tended to 60 back to the house, for
you are not going. I'll tell you Sc.
cret. When l was down by the river
this morning, | found boat with a
tempting pair of oars lying in it, and
made up my mind that Dorothy
Hicks and her wicked, worldly cousin
from the populous city OF New York
| - - hot boo
this evening"
SIS it neighbor Hancock's boat.
''He will let us have it.
"I.e.s. But, Charles, fear that it
is my duty
"No, it isn't, You know you don t
want to spend this lovely evening in
the house entertaining Broadbrim, and
! you want to 60 and watch the sunset
on the river with me"
Dorothy looks doubtfully towards
, the house and wistfully toward the
liver.
"The woman who hesitates is lost
Dorothy, which means if We don't
hurry, Graycoat will come out anc
catch u.s." Charles takes Dorothy
hand in his, and in moment they arr
Ou tlClI way W tnC blOIB.
"Rut, Charles, geo that cloud In tn,
South. If there were to be a Storm
q. "But there will not, come, jumI
= lit"
, "The oars are lifted into the rov
!. locks. Dorothy takes the rudder il
her own hands, and soon they go glid
ing over the smooth surface Of tn
water, leaving track of silvery buh
bles behind them. 1t is Lowell
evening. The misty shadows of tw
light are gathering in the East and i
the West; the clouds, blood red an
purple, and casting rosy light all owe
the broad river; fresh breeze is blow
ing round their faces, and wave
splash against the side Of their bot
like low monotonous music. Charlie
is talking about his home, tellin
Dorothy about the aunt and cousins
he has not seen for long time, an
amusing her with stories of his colleg
days, and his efforts to make his wa
In his profession, which at first we
X. unsuccessful. Neither of them motto,
that the breeze grows every momeI
stronger and fresher, and that the dal
G cloud in the South has spread over Il
- horizon, and is covering it with dar
ness.
Presently a low, muttering growl
thunder startles them from the drea
into which they had fallen.
Turn back, Charles, turn back
screams Dorothy, "the storm is on us
But there is no turning back. Th,
have been rowing with the tide. T.
river is very wide, and the increasir
force of the waves and the wind t
Il gether is SO strong that when tn,
attempt to turn about, the water rush
into the boat. Both faces grow pa
: in the murky night as they see Il
- danger.
at is impossible; you cannot
it"
"Tell me, Dorothy, what is that da
> object just ahead"
}. at is ledge OF rocks, but when
=, tide comes in from the sea it will
covered, and with a low moan Dol
&, thy sank down from her seat q
md covered her face with her hands.
ng. 1--WE will try and land there. T
md tide will not turn for an hour"
The effort is successful. The led
is reached and Charles carries Dorot
TO the highest rock and lays her gem
down,
my love, my little love-" he cri,
"a kissing her helpless hands, have
> killed you"
y stop" she exclaimed. "Liste
= There is boat. 1t is coming to u
Dorothy is upon her knees, and a W
y cry OF thanksgiyen comes from |
lips.
lgs. Ephraim Ford has followed them
u.s. The heavy boat with its single oci
re- pant is strong enough to resist
tts waves, and as he nears they 60 do
his to meet him.
Back" he cries, 81 will not ia
but one of you: it is not safe"
s. The grim Quaker, with his ste
%, motionless face, wrenches away I
= slender hands that cling to Charles, q
clasplng Dorothy tightly in his arr
lays her at his feet in the bottom of |
boat. No word is spoken until th
reach the opposite shore. Then
takes her up again and carries her
the nearest fisher hut up the beach.
Aa thew stand within the shelter