Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1876-08-11
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pressing the opinion that 1t was Fan awful
spooky kind of place"
IL think its lovely" replied Juliet, en-
Enthusiastically; lit reminds me of things
I've read about. Don't you know some
story connected with it Pr
when l was girl" said Miss Grimp.
1--we heard folks tell of an old black man
who hid himself here when the officers
were after him for stealin'. That's about
all there is to it, guess" -,
Juliet laughed merrily, thing she had
scarcely done since her arrival; and
though wondering what on earth the chlld
found mirthful in her last words, Miss
Selma was really glad of such favorable
sign.
The girl seemed also mischieyous as
they went home; and, bounding to her
room, she set about her toilette for tea
with unusual energy. very plain white
Swiss muslin happened to be among her
properties" aud dotting this here and
there with little bows of scarlet ribbon,
and fastening the same in her smoothly
braided hair, she pronounced herself al
most good looking as she LETT the glass,
while the person upon whose vision she
Unexpectedly burst at the foot OF the
stairs, was startled into the conviction
that she was considerably more than this.
No one knew exactly how it came about,
but that evening, Mr.. Ellis, instead of 60
ing to his room, picked up Juliet's book
that lay on the sofa, which happened TO
be Lays Of Aacient Rome, and read aloud
THE Battle OF the Lake Regilus."
"What an awful fightin' set those old
Romans and Amalekites was" comment
ed Miss Selma. 81 only wonder that any
of em ever lived to tell about it,"
"You think then that their style of war
fare was like that of the Kilkenny cats P"
suggested Mr.. Ellis, laughingly.
Miss Selma had never seen any Kilkenny
cats-her cousin had real Malice once
and SO on.
Juliet said nothing, but she lost not
tone OF the clear, rich voice, that brought
new beauties in one of her favorite poems;
and she felt, as she did on the sea shore.
that she was in a new atmosphere.
faint color tinged her cheek and light
beamed in her eyes; she forgot her shy
ness for the moment. and actually talked.
Not in the least like young lady, though
at least not like the young ladies of Mr..
Ellis's acquaintance. 1t was very evident
that the poor child had led lonely and
self-centred life, that her thoughts had
iuWdtu ludI OutWAiu, olu
that she had formed her opinions on
various subjects, having received the least
bias from the opinion of other people.
She was the freshest and raciest book
critic he had ever encountered and while
enjoying the discovery that her favorite
authors were the same he had enshrined,
this Mephistophcles did not scruple to put
forth heretical opinions in fact, to tell
downright stories-just for the pleasure
of seeing the indignant color flush up in
the clear brunette cheek. Miss Selling
wood was exceedingly pretty in state of
wrath, and the artist sat admiring, while
the man exerted himself to be disagree
able.
Suddenly Juliet glanced toward Cousin
Selma. She was fast asleep in the high |
backed rocker; and in reply to the young |
lady's scared look, Mr.. Ellis said, de-
murely:
81 think she went off about the period
OF the Kilkenny cats"
mo indeed" asserted Miss Grimp, with
a sudden return to sublunary things; 81
never heard of Kilkenny cats; but Priscil
had real Malice once"
"Good-night.n said Juliet, 81 am so
tired, Cousin Selma
TIRED" repeated the spinster, in a
tone of disgust; 81 never was so tired
with big wash or bakin' as l am with
this days gaddin'. I'm clean beat out"
After that Juliet had to wander off alone
for Cousin Selma was not to be persuaded
into loafing on the beach any more. How
she grew to love the vast expanse of sea
and sky that stretched out so illlmitably,
and the life-giving breeze that tinted her
cheek with the hue of health, and gave
strength and energy to every muscle
She would sit or stand for hours, watching
the constantly changing ocean, and smil-
ing like pleased child in her quiet enjoy
ment of what most girls of her age would
have voted ''dreadfully stupid"
She was leaning against rock one
afternoon, with her hat hanging by its
strings, and the glory of the sunset drift
ing over her. Lost in happy dream
for happy dreams were natural to her
now-her gaze went off into the distance
beyond the breakers, and she heard no
sound of footsteps, and knew not that an
artist was hastily sketching her figure, as
she stood there in the shadow of the gray |
rock, with the brightness of the sunset in
her face.
Juliet did not know that at that moment
she was lovely-knew not that she was a
fit subject for An artists pencil; and when
she finally became conscious of Mr.. Ellis's
presence. she supposed him to be busy as
usual with the ocean and the rocks.
81 must take good, long. lingering
look at it ALL" said the artist, as they
walked home together, "for tomorrow |
am to tear myself away"
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