The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1877-08-04

| that fell from ner uncle JdDle, buu WHICH
they could ill-afford to spare, even had in
dependence been sweet-a quality 1t wa
never known to possess. Thus in her rou
tine of drudgery Tom Longworthy's kind
ness and occasional visits constituted hel
only variety. II she found bunch OF tht
| earliest May flowers on her desk, she knew
who left them there if Christmas brought
her an anonymous gift, she was none Thu
less certain of the glver. If her birthdays
and anniversaries were remembered, whose
thouehtfulness could 1t be but Tom'sp Il
was, perhaps, three years and better after
the Flying Scud had sailed that Lefty
weary of declining invitations, aud of be-
| ing asked il she meant TO sacrifice herself
| like Hindoo widow, Joined a party OF
| friends going to take their tea in the sunset
at the beach, two hours steaming down the
river. She had understood that there was
| to be q handful of people, but che found a
crowd and sitting on the sand, looking at
the delicate seashell pink of the eastern sky
above the tossing breakers, or watching the
groups of girls making their table of q
sand heap and spreading it with danties
from their baskets, while others gathered
drift-wood and lighted picturesque blazs
beneath the coffee aud clam pots was a
pleasant change from the monotony of her
days. Presently, while she gaged, little
boat, with the sunset reddeniDg its sails,
"duenched its speed in tho slushy sand,
and Tom Longworthy threw his anchor
ashore.
"Letty!"
"Tom ="
81 wish you had allowed me to bring you
down."
81 wish / had" And then they fell TO
speaking of the moon-led tides; about great
storms and wrecks.
''Do you know" she confessed, "their
driftwood fire chills meS How do | know
but it is bit of spar poor Laurence chung
TOP
"They are having supper" said Long
worthy, turning away. "Let me bring you
something. We have been too gloomy"
"No, when am gloomy, am in no dam
ger of forgetting Don't you remember
Anderson's story of the poor old maid who
used the broken half of bottle picked up
on the beach for her canary's drinking YES
sci, VIXEN it was bit of the very bottle to
which her lost lover had entrusted tender
farewell"
"You don't intend to be an old maid,
Lefty ?"
SIP The day of my destiny is over
How ghostly the lighthouse looks used
to think should like to live in one, espe-
cially in stormy weather"
"rhey will be lighting up presently we
will pay them visit, II you please" And
while they climbed the lighthouse tower,
and saw the fishing feet standing out TO
sea, and watched the keeper light his lamps,
while he told them of the soabirds that beat
their lives out againstth the windows, Of ships
he had seen 60 to pieces in the storm, of
the times he had put out in his boat to the
rescue, and his wife keeping the lamps
bright alone amidst the gale, their friends
were gathering up the fragments and steam
ing homeyard, each thinking that Lefty
was with the other. When Tom and
Lefty came out under the stars, the beach
had a wild and lonely aspect some night
bird was screaming overhead, the gypsy fire
smouldered amidst some stranded timbers,
but the sands we're deserted. Toms little
craft was the only one in sight, and with
the wind dead against them and the tide
falling, it would be useless to start for
some hours yet.
Portable" said Tom, bringing fresh fuel far
the fire. 81 am to blame for this dis aster
u don't call it disaster exactly" said
Lefty. EDO you see how much our back,
log resembles crouching camel1 In this
weird light can half believe that we are
belated on the desert, and are bivouacking
till day. It's rather romantic than disas-
trous."
81 am glad you see it in that light You
would make the desert blossom like rose"
"How you ilatter me !"
"IY We never iiattor those we love-
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you don't love me-" she laughed
81 take pleasure in telling you that do"
"That you do that you do?
Eyes; do love you, Lefty" stretching
his arms toward her, for she had risen and
half moved away. LEFTY Lefty don't
be angry with me for loving you. How
could help it?"
"You must" she cried "YJu mustn't
love me. You don't. It's all fancy.
You deceive yourself. l can't allow you
to love me-"
you might as well say that you wouldn't
allow the frost to pinch you, or the rain
to drench you. Can't you love me little,
Lefty ?"
"Oh, don't ask me don't 1 can't; it
is quite impossible. Forgive me for saying
80. You have always been friend to me-"
Sand always shall be, Lefty"
"Then don't let us talk about love, For
think of 1t. / shall never marry"
''But if you should change your mind"
81 can never change it,"
"Yet If such a thing should happen
women have that privilege, you know-you
will find me always the same"
"But you must be sure that it never can
happen"
'Since you deny me so much, humor me
in this whim of mine, Lefty, and promise
me that it any change should occur, you
will let me know"
81 can safely promise you that, she re-
piled.
"Thank you"
1t is not often tina. lover is obliged to
impose his society upon the sweetheart
who has refused him. One might conceive
of it as an embarrassing situation, but it
did not prove so in the case of Tom and
Lefty; they spoke or were silent, as the
spirit moved. He trimmed his boat
with a hand as steady ne if all his
wishes had been granted. They counted
the consultations and the harbor
lights, watched the stars set, and the
gray dawn shine upon the water, and sun
rise was just beginning to glow in tender
lines of color us they reached the town,
made the boat fast, and stepped ashore.
Only few loungers were smoking on the
wharf, and waiting for job or sensation.
The widow Grdle was pulling up her blinds
as they passed, while the housemaid at DR..
Squills was sweeping off the front steps,
leaning on her broom, for all the world
like an interrogation point
"That don't look right" said Widow
Girdle-"a teacher of youth gallivanting
about the country. Where has she been
at this hourS That's what would like to
know"