The New Orleans daily Democrat. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1877-1880, 1877-09-23
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a,,aatian. clair, There are several
Vo,,t,r ladies within range OF my vision,
and am at q loss to know which you
mean"
apshaw -impatiently II there
were one other Ia the group that would
she were present. The divinity In sea-
green, OF course"
aOhl India Crawford. / might az well
confess that 1t wasn't my purpose to In
troduee you just yet, old boy. / have q
weakness I'm that quarter. myself, and
Tear you will prove q formidable rival.
but stay, | forget. =. You have forsworn
marriage, believe"
"Hush your nonsense, Frank, dol
What eyesl'' Aud Clair Cornell leaned
back III the shadow OF the overhanging
ledge Of rock slirtjng the beach at Grey
Sands. and, unheeding the scattering OF
leaves from his sketch book which had
fallen TO the ground, watched with fas
cinated eyes the graceful movements of
the central figure OF q bevy OF girls
gathering shells and bright, warm col
cred pebbles down near the waters
A beautiful creature to look upon was
this India Crawford. How we'll the
maine suited her. From the bright hair
that seemed to have caught and impris=
oned a sunbeam Ii. the waves that swept
her low, white brow TO the ripe, carved
Lips and rounded chin, the young girls
face was study.
hotel. Aunt Jane will be uneasy" And
gathering up the shining folds OF her
green tissue, looking like a resistable
mermaid with her tiny basket formed OF
rich masses and Oiled with delicate pink
aud white shells, India prepared to lead
the way.
back. What's your hurry, India 7"
Myrtle. The beach has sufficient at
traction to turn nae from duty. without
assistance from you," with low, rip
pling laugh.
marked Florence Wilde, az, linking her
arm within that Of her friend. the two
girls slowly picked their way back over
Che sand. II never knew YOU to leave
the beach at any time save with turn Of
tide. and YOU always continue to lay
and pebbles accordingly. Why is il ~
India looked grave, then smiled,
"You see am 'one by myself, Floy,
and perhaps am bound by the Hpell Of
the. tides. Who knows s"-misehiev-
ously.
~
these words, uttered playfully, and ae-
-eeMeahied by lkiaa India Crawford
effectually checked Florenee's auiasing,
although we are inclined to think her
evasion or the subject served TO increase
her friends curiosity.
s'MiRs Crawford. allow me TO present
my friend, Mr.. Cornell" said Frank
BiHworth, a few hours later, approach
ing that young lady, as che eat busily
erocheting upon the hotel piazza. ac-
companiea by Clair.
midas dreamy eyes were raised for an
instant only to the face OF the hand
some stranger, az abe acknowledged
gracefully his emile and bow. then
dropped upon her work. A., ,..,s.
with blueh and emile. II hope the
society here. may prove az entertaining
as you could wish. We have quite a
select eoterie, az Mr.. Ellsworth has
doubtless informed YOU"
Yves, Frank sent me such glowing
descriptions OF Grey Sands and its beau
tiful devotees that / finally concluded
to run over and see for myself"
81 am sure that Mr.. Bisworth could
This liz my fret visit, and certainly, to
me, it liz the moot grandly picturesque
bit Of cliff and sand that ever opened
its shell .gemmed arms TO embrace the
sea. Only look where yonder rock
meets the waves See that white capped
monster etrength meeting strength"
II see," answered Clair, his artistaeye
taking in the whole picture, prominent
In which was certain red.lipped mer-
maid, Mt a glance: land the strength of
the rock is fairly eaualled by the per
ntstency OF the waves In their ceaselesa
clash. 1t is good lesson for us, is IT
notp'
"what are you people pressing about
There is no doubt OF the rocks being
the stronger OF the two. The waves
throw threw themselves the an, upon nut, Il and are
"No, 1t isn't all, Frank. IT you will
examine the rock that seems so stern
and impregnable, you will and deep
cuts worn by the lashing of the waters.
It may be slow and yet nevertheless
on for ages ?"
"BahF Don't compare me to wave.
then, please. | place more confidence
in one sharp. short onslaught, ia an UNI
dertaking that L have anything to do
with. Your quiet, methodical people
never amount to much. III j conquer
by an effort 1t must be by storm. 9th
erwise / would weary" And Frank
Bisworth yawned, stretched himself,
and sank lazily upon a cushion at In
dia's feet, toying with her ball OF crochet
cotton.
Clara Cornell saw the dreamy eyes
rest full upon young Ellsworth with an
expression Of surprise that gradually
deepened into n something she could
not fathom. Then the fringed lids
dropped again: slight curve lowered
about the warm, red lips, and the small,
shapely hands drove silver hook
through the lace-like mesh with redou-
bled speed.
II do not consider an end worth gain
ing that Is not worth striving at, Mr..
Ellsworth"
what do you know about struggling
tor desired object, Miss Indiae You,
who have never a trouble or carer / |
should think you would coincide fully
with my views. Your every mott on |
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