Daily Kennebec journal., 1876-11-10
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can't see much hope of this while he does
nothing but desire and scheme to beat a
lot of other yachts with his own No
doubt she's been fretting her life away
ever since you've been in love with her !;
but il is only now that the idea Mas burst
out"
by Jove! / shouldn't wonder il that
we're true"
"There's no particular glory to be got
by living under the weather-rail oil
schooner while her sailing master has her
eanvases pulled here and there, so that
he NAV get over the water faster than
some other sailing master, eh ?'
"Well. no
"Gve it up, George.
"Oh. have
"1ou have?'
"Oh. Yes. You know that old Ponder
has been at me year To sell him the Di-
phine, and he teased me again yesterday.
| had little thought of doing IL until Nan.
ME spoke up; but she was 50 clear about
it, aud had it SO much at heart, and there
was no ground left for mato stand upon.
Upon my word. ! feel guilty at even Sit
ting here and staring at the boats. sup
pose ough. to be looking after my elo-
cution at this very moment"
"Do yon mean to say that You are going
to sell your yacht to Ponder r
Exactly that. And right off" He
arose to his feet. "Come, 90 over with
me we'll find him at his cottage at this
hour
''But what's the haste ?"
''0h. he wants to sail for himself in to-
morrow's race, He'll take her, so am
told, Just as she is. crew and all. There
will be nothing to do but TO make sort
OF verbal transfer. and the thing is done
.'But the Won Schoon--n
Don't man, don't! am in a fever of
virtue. Let it take its course
They accordingly went to search for Fon-
der, and when they discovered him the
owner of the Daphne entered into nego-
tiation without preface, while his frienI
stood at a distance smoking. The talk
was brief. The whlom yachtsnal
came out again in few minutes, bearing
himself as one might who had endured
the rack with honor.
"Well ?" asked his friend.
Its done. He agreed to take the craft
If she's all i represented her, and he Will
sail her to-morrow in his own name. An.
Tom, my heart has had a twist. | can't
stay here to see the sacrifice. 1t would
madden me TO watch the Daphne come in
second or third, and FonIer is sure to
make her do one thing or the other. m
going to drive off into the country till us
all over. Come with me, won't you?'
''Oh, | cant; I'm married. you know"
Oh, yes-thats true: | forgot it for
the moment"
"But Mamie! -
Mamie Wen. you can tell her, if
you like. No; wait On the whole, |
think I'll let her find it out by accident.
If | should send her the story OF my con-
version. it will look a. little like an act of
the good fox of the fable. A weak child
of luxury cannot, with good grace, sud
denly declare himself to be giant of yir-
tue TO one who has always been "A giantess.
She has long been above me, Tom, and
hope that a night of meditation will put
me into a fit state for presentation to her
tomorrow. Good-by."
He disappeared. Mr. Townsend went
home and told his wife that there was
heroism ia the word.
AT dusk, Miss Mamie sat alone in her
garden, with her plaid drawn up about
her shoulders and neck. Her head hung
down, and she wept in silence. This
sense of solitude and desertion was new
&c her. In the day time the gay sunlight
had furnished her with distractions; but
now she was in the dark, listening to the
dreary roar OF the waters, and the still
more dreary murmurs and upbraidings OF
her heart
At o'clock man appeared before her;
it seemed as il he shot up from out of the
ground
There was a shrek. But it was nobody
but the Daphne's sailing master. He was
in search of the owner. Miss Mamie re-
piled that she did not know where he was.
The man made gesture of surprise,
which did not escape the young lady's no
ice. He intimated that he had come here
because he had been successful in all his
previous searches. This was innocent on
his part, but Miss Mamie blushed red ~
the dark. The sailor was about to retire,
when Miss Mamie asked him what his er-
rand was.
This led to telling her of the attempted
transfer Of the yacht to Me. Fonder.
Miss Mamie sprang to her feet
.'But Mr. Fonder, mem, won't take the
boat, nor have anything to do with her,
because four OF the men have gone off in
TO town and there bent enough left to sail
her tomorrow"
ICoET1HUED TOMORROW