The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1877-05-03

"and now the question is, how to get to
it,"
You two giants will have to 90 alone" f"
sad Keith, finding a comfortable seat.
II see nile or two Of tall Wading before
us, and up to your shoulders is over my
head. | went duck shooting with that
man last year, sonora. Come on he
splendid sport ahead, old fellow :
come on
'''ls 1t deep? Z asked from behind
was already up to my knees, and could
not see bottom, the water was SO dark.
'Oh no. not at all Just right he an
swered, strid;ng ahead. Come on
Il came; and went in up to my ewes"
But the sonora did not smile.
"lou know Darlington is taller than
ann, explained Keith, amused by the nov
city OF seeing his own stories fall fiat in
dead failure.
lis he ?" said the Sister vaguely.
twas evident that She had not observed
whether he was or not
Darlington stopped short, and for an
instant stared blankly at her. What
| every one noticed and admired all over
the country whereveE tie went, this little
| ''4iNiiN ~ SttiAtiN lltt't iiPt WV VII cttl1
lie will never forgive YOU, 2 said Keith
laughing, as the two tail forms strobe off
! into the marsh Then, seeing that she
did not comprehend in the least, he made
a seat for hel by spreading his light coat
on the Appalachian cham. and leaning
back on bis elbow, began talking to her
about the marsh. 'Breathe in the strong
salt, he said, land let Your eyes rest on
the green, reedN waste Surprising YOU
were painting Il picture loW--doos any
one paint pictures mt Your convent :"
"Ah, yes. said the little nun, rousing
| to animation at once. IS ster ST James
paints pictures the most beautiful ON
earth. She painted for Us Santa Inez
with her lamb, and Santa Rutina OF Sc
villa, with her palms and earthcn vases"
And has she not taught YOU to paint
also
"Me, oh, no. I am only Sister,
young and Of no gifts. Sister st. James
Is great saint and of age she has seven
ty Years"
Not requisites for painting, either of
them, that [ am aware, said Keith
. However, if YOU We're painting this
| marsh, L" you not see h0H th, mast Of
Scapp the one human element; and Vet,
even that abandoned merged us it were
in the iesolate Wil,ness of the scene Z"
The Sister looked over the green earn
estlN, as if trying to see I'LL that he Sug-
gested. Keith talked on He knew that
he talked we'll, and he did not confuse
her with more than one subject, but
dWrft upon the marsh stories OF men
who bad been lost in them, Of women
who had lloateG down in boats and never
returned; descriptions clear is etchingS ::
studies of the monotone of hucs before
them one subject pictured over and over
AGAIN, rs. Wishing to instruct 4 child, he
would have drawn with Il chalk, one let
ter OF the alphabet i hundred times, un-
I'll the wandering eyes had learned at last
I" recognize and know it. .'Bo You see
nothing At all, feel nothing al all !" he
said. "Icll me exactly"
Thus urged, the Sister replied that She
thought she did feel the salt breeze Il
little.
"Then take off that shroud and enjoy
it, said Keith, extending his arm sud-
denly, and sweeping oft the long veil by
the corner that was nearest to him.
OH said the little Sister; .'oh :" and
| distresstully she covered her head with
her hands. as if trying to shield herself
| from the terrible light OF day But the
Yell had gone down into the thicket
whittier She dared not follow She stood
| irrrEolute
Il viii get it for you before the others
come back, said Keith. at is gone now,
however. and what is more, you could not
help It: 50 sit doWn. like a sensible crca-
turr, and ENJOY the breeze"
The little nun sat down, and confused
y tried to be Il sensible creature. Her
head. with its short rings of dark hair,
rose rhil'llike from the black gown she
wore, and the breeze swept freshly over
her: but her eyes were full Of tears, and
iier face 50 pleading in its pale, silent dis
treSs, that at length Keith went down
and brought back the veil.
''>ee the cranes Tying home he said
~ the long line dotted the red of the
west "TheN always seem to be flying
right into the sllnset, sensible birds"
The littie Sister had heard that word
twice now; evidently the crane, We're
| more sensible than she She sighed as
she fastened on the veil; there were IL
great many hard things out in the world,
then. she thought. At the dear convent
! it was not expected that one should be rs
4 crane.
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