Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1876-11-03
NO. 26l.
Calls aud Sketfhss.
By THE SAD SEA WAVES.
CONTINUED FROM YEsrERpAY.1

Harand, who has come down to Some
with his mother. Mrs. Harland looks
trostily blue, and does not even give us
the tips OF her fingers to shake. Ofcourse.
she did not know we were at Some. for
we do not enlighten the world as to our
movements. Her dead husband was our
mother cousin so the relationship to
her Is not much, but what il is she is
ashamed of. The scrambling, moving
about, shady kind of life that Ottalie and
lead does not enhance our worth in her
eyes. Lead it we must, however, until
the end comes and the "fnis" is said.
And then? Wen, perhaps in the great
hereafter Ottalie and | may attain TO re-
spectabiliy.
On Monday morning Keith comes rush.
ing into our lodgings, all excitement
81 say. Ottalie, what do you think p'' he
cries. WHO do you think is here ?''
''Nh2 is ?'' asks she, from her place on
the music-stool.
Jasper Dame. have Just seen him.
swer. She is as red as the poppies out
side.
WHO is Jasper Daide ?" I question.
"A regular brick" responds Keith.
He was at college with Tom ages ago,
and he came over to see Tom last autumn
and get some shooting. He has nice
place of his own"
And is well offpn
"Wel of? | wish | was like ly to be
half as well. He is going to take me out
d-hing this afternoon. ] told him you
two were here, and that you were my
cousins" .9t 1T
draw the boy to me as Ottale leaves
| the room, and look into his ewes. speaking
impressiyely: -.
Keith, you must take care. No tales
out OF school, you know, about past
troubles" -
AT first the lad, gazing hard at me with
his honest eyes, scarcely seems to under
| stand. And add, For Ottalie's sake"
why, Deb, | hope you don't think
there's need to caution me on that score" -
he says, promptly and half Indignantly.
My mother would skin me, expect, if
should talk about that And serve me
right, too.'
Sitting on the bench in our solitary cot
tage garden at sunset | see two figures
coming across the sands. Can Keith be
going 10 bring that man here? How stu
pid the lad is
Yes. on they come, and inside the gate
Keith eager as the school boy he is, the
other already lifting his straw hat respect
fully. Ottalie rises, deliberately turns her
back. and looks over the side palings.
''Mr. Dame. Miss Peyre. " cries the la.l,
making the Introduction after the manner
OF his elders. "And this is her sister, he
adds. pulling Ottalie round by the arm.
"Ottalie, here's Mr.. Dame" ... 49,
Ottalie and | bow stifily; she puts on
her coolest manner, comes back to her
seat, and takes it. Mr.. Dame sits down,
facing us, in small iron chair. Keith
climbs the trunk of the big tree and lodges
himself amid the branches. He begins
telling of their fishing expedition In the
afternoon, and what they caught and did
not catch, which leads US on to general
conversation. In the midst oe it appears
the small servant maid.
Tea is waiting ma am" she says to
me.
What can do but ask the intruder to
take some tea?n We all go into the
sittngroom together. place myself be-
fore the table; they range themselves at
the open windows. Ottalie's beautiful
gray eyes glance up at him ever and anon
through their long dark lashes as he talks
to her. B
Now, is he not jolly brick Pr de-
mands Keith, as Mr.. Dame says good
eight and leaves.
very cries Oualie, sarcastically
Il can tell you, Ottie. all the girls down
with US thought so. Not that he thinks
much OF women" adds Master Harland.
'lie does not take to them. And now
must go, or my mother will be outrageous.
dined with him at the hotel--sueh jolly
dinner -
well, this is pretty " l cry, as the
boy disappears. That insolent man, of
all others, to make friends with us ~
why did you give him tea ?' SAYS
Ottalie. ~
"Giye him tea could | help it And
for you to talk 50 freely with him, Ottalie
did hope you had learned prudence"
Il did hope YOU had learned prudence
mimics Ottalie. Mark me- Deborah: if
anything upsets our equanimity, our do
mestic calm, you will have brought it up
on Yourself"
''Go on, 60 on, child"
But she does go on. She turns to the
piano, and begins the first bars of the old
French song.
"Partant pour Ia Syrie, lie jeure ct brave Dunos."
Women and moths, " murmur. .sShe
has singed herself once, and she'd like to
hutter near the flame again. And take
up the bedroom candlestick.
Day Sunday. Time. five O'Clock on a
sultry afternoon. Dramatis persopm: OF
talie. myself, and Jasper Dane, who has
has just unlatched the gate and is saunter-
ing toward u.s. Ottalie is on the bench
under the tree. l am in the room, look
ing from the window.
Been tishingp" she asks laconicalIy, as
he drops down by her side. and mods to me.
Fishing how irreverent she is. s.t
mo. he says, II have been boring my
self with myself. After inaicting my
company OIL you in the morning had not
the face to come any sooner; and while |
was thrown on my own resources,
came to the conclusion that, in point of
dullness, Some and church are about on
par.h
l am getting used to this man and his
cynical irreverence; but this last startles
me, so that | exclaim in reproof. He
turns to give me an amused look.
"As usual, | have shocked Miss Peyre."
be says, 'but-n jf se3 3 v
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