Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1877-07-14

dred ways at once; and the next instant
there was great sound in my ears, and
felt the world going away from under
me, and Rex seized me Just in time and
pulled and threw me up the sand, and
there was whole shelf of the beach torn
down and gone, and my corals with it.
"'The scream of a maddened beach
dragged down by the wave,'" said Rex,
laughing, for fear 1 should be crying.
"You're not hurt, darling?"
Oh, quick quick I'm sinkingp 1
cried, in an agony. And so 1 was---in
the quicksand, which we had always
heard moved up and down the Long
beach, but which we had never believed
in because we couldn't find it. I'll be
sucked in in moment ~ l shrieked.
Something's pulling me underneath
Boards-quick-one of the planks Oh,
Rex Rex What a horrid death I'm
going oh. goodbye, darling"- And
the last [ knew saw him fiat on his
face crawling toward me over the sand.
And when I openied my eyes again,
was in my own bed, with Rex hanging
distractedly over the foot of it, and the
doctor puttinga spoon between my teeth,
and all the lamps in the house burning.
And il L had been dying l should have
laughed at Kitty as she stood just within
the door of the dressingroom holding
up in dismay mass of mud and finery
that she would never be able to make
over for herself.
"Surely," said Nora, looking in next
day, it's lucky the iintlemin wint aft as
he come the night, for the masther was
that wild he'd ha' niver sane him."
"What gentleman ?" said I.
"The wan Teddy wint to fetch an
missed" !"
"oh, Colonel M'Manus Then he's
come ?"
can gone. By the same token, whin
he found there was divil a sowl to resave
him, an the dinner burned to cinder
as L towld him, an he overlooked like,
he tares up an down, an av twas Ted 1
should be afther sayin' he was mad at
onst, but bein' iintlemin"- And Nora
turned away, her arms in her apron and
her nose in the air. But the sarcasm
doing her good, she came back pres
emily. "Ye poor darlint!" said She
[ never could teach my servants the least
respect for me-"I was that scared
when see himself bringin we IN, q
lump of mud, an he as white as the back
of your hand, that [ forgot intirely the
message the big colonel left, the divil
fly away with him !'
"Message?"
"Jist that. To give Mr.. Parks his
card, and say that Colonel M'Manus-
bad cess to the likes of him had no
time to travel hunder miles twice '
When was well and about again, we
were out on the Long beach another
twilight, but; taking excellent care of our
steps, and keeping quite on this side of
the two great piles of drift-wood that
adorned it.
"How much wood do you suppose
there is ia these piles, Rex" I asked.
81 don't know. Maybe foot"
GA foot How absurd--and the piles
half as high as am /"
"Oh, not any more. An eighth of a
cord is putting it large"
And how much is wood cord ?" L
persisted, with aggravating pertinacity
"Oh, come now, Clara, know what
you are driving at Eight or nine dol
lars ;" and he swore little under his
breath, L thought
"You'd better" said I. "There's q
dollars worth of wood there-I like to
scrutinize my accounts, you know-let's
see what it cost us one diamond-headed
pin, one carved coral necklace, one
amethyst silk dress, one Brussels lace
overdress, one pair of French boots, one
India mantle, one priceless and antique
intaglo, one dress suit, one pair of
Paris CATERS, doctors and druggists
bills. Per contra, one foot off,
"And the whole of it," cried Rex, "a
trife, bagatelle, mere fraction. It
cost us the chance in M'Manus great en-
terprise, that's just as sure to win as the
sun is to rise tomorrow. A deuced
dear foot of wood Clara, I never mean
to preach or practice one iot or title of
economy again. We may starve, but
we'll never economize |"
That's a dear boy Now let's burn
it; we piled it up to burn, you know"
And [ had snatched his match safe, and
was running to the piles, Rex following.
"There it goes |" said I, at last, com
fortably retreating. "They're funeral
pyres. Well throw on them all our
economy"
"And our desire to be millionaires. /"
And our quarreling."
"And our fear of coming to the poor
house"
And as the great rosy sheets of crack
ling fire went wallowing up the dark
purple of the late twilight, and making
the shivering stars retreat before it, any
body up in General Durceau's windows,
looking down, might have seen two
crazy young people, with their arms
about each other in its light, who felt
that they were disposing of every care
in life and their small bills.-Hagper's