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

lldu Il llttlt money, ana lived tlS he pleased
while Darlington. of, now on vacation
was Junior member Of a firm in which
family influence had placed him. Both
were city men.
"lou absolutely do not know how tC
walk, senora,r said Keith. ~ will be
doctor now, and YOU must obey me. Never
mind the crabs, and never mind the Jelly
fish, but throw back Your head and walk
OF brlskly Let the wind blow in YOU
face, and try to stand more erect
"Iou are doctor? They told me- could
! but see one. Well would be- said the
Sister AT the convent We have only
Sister lnez, with her small and old medi-
cines."
YES, | think | may eall myself doc
tor, answered Keith graVeiy. ''What dc
YOU say, Darlington 2
knows no end. Miss, Miss Miss Luke
! should say, Miss st. Luke am sure
ito not know why should stumble over
it when St. John is a common enough
name, answered Carrington who gcner-
ally did his thinking aloud.
mo end repeated the little Sister in
Quirngv. 'But there j. an end in this
evil world to all things"
t'NeNer mind what he says, sonora, y
interrupted Keith, but step out strongly
and firmly. and throw back vour head.
There now, there are no crabs in sight,
and the beach is hard as a floor TRY it
with me: one, tW0 one, two
So they treated her, partly as child,
partly aS q gentle being of an inferior
race. It was Il new amusement, although
rather mild one, Darlington said, to in
Strlct this unfortunate timd mind, tu
open the blinded eyes, and train the ig
nnrunl ears to listen tO the melodies of
nature.
"Do You not heal 1t is Ike the roll
oI a grand organ" said lAeith as they sat
on the doorstep one evening at sunset.
The Sky was dark; the wind had blown
all day from the north to the south, and
frightened the little Sister as she toled
at her lace work, made on u cushion in
the Spanish fashion, her lips mechanical
y repeating prayers meanwhile; tui never
had they such winds at the inland con-
Vent. emboWered in its orange trees.
Now, Us the deep. low roll of the waves
sounded on the shore, Keith, who was
listening to il with silent enjoyment, hap
pened To look up and catch the pale, re-
pressed nervousness Of her face.
oh, not like an organ" she mllrmln-
e,t. '''i'hs is Il fearful sound; but an or
gan is sweet soft and sweet. When
Sister Teresa plays the evening hymn if
il like the si@hing Of angels
But your organ is probably small Sc
nora.
"We have not thought it small. 1t re-
mains in or chapel, lN the window OF
arrhcs, and below we walk at The hour
OF meditaton, from the lime tree TO the
white rose bush, and back again, while
the music sounds above We have not
thought ii small, but large Yes, very
large"
-Four feet long probably" said Car
rlngton. Who was smoking ;tn evening
pipe, now listening to the talk awhile,
now Watching the movements Of two
White heron who We're promcnading down
the beach. Il saw the one over in the
Village church. 1t was about as long rs
this step.
'Nes," Sail the Sister, surl r}ing the
step, III is about u long Us that Ii is 4
very large organ"
sud Keith ..illst once and back again "
The locilr little Sister obcyed she al
ways did Immediately whatever they told
htr to do.
Il want YOU to listen now; stand still
and listtn-llSIen to the sea-" said Keith.
when they had turned to the point and
stood alone on the shore. "l'rl to think
only of the pure, deep, blue water, and
count low regularly the sound rolls up
i'll long, low chords, dying away and then
growing louder, as regular as Your OWN
breath. DO You not hear it ~
''lea." said the little Sister timorolSlN.
''keep time, then, With your hand, and
let me See whether You can catch the
measure.
SO the small brown hand, nervtless and
slender, tried to mark and measure the
roar of the great ocean surges and ut
last sllcceeded urged on by the alternate
praises and rrhullt-s Of Keith. who watch
cd with some interest Il faint color rise in
the pale, u| III lace. and an intent listen
ing took come INTO the soft, unconscious
eyes. us, for the first time, the mind
caught the mighty rhyme of the sea,
She listened, and listened, standing mute,
With head Slightly bent and parted lips.
Il want you to listen t. it that way
every day" said Keith, Us he led the way
back. at has different voices: some
times Il fresh, joyous song, sometimes Il
faint, loving whisper; iut always some
thing. You will learn in time to love it.
and then ii will sing to YOU all day long =
Not at the dear convent; there is no
ocean there
"You want to go back to the convent,
/ suppose ~
''Oh. could 60! Could go !7 said
the Sister, not lmpatien,ly, but with an
intense Nearning in her low voice. .'Hcrc,
SO lost, 50 strange aln |, so wild is every
thing But must not mllrmur': and
She crossed her hands upon her breast
and bowed her head.
The young men led Il riotous life they
rlotcd with the ocean, with the winds,
with the level island, with the sunshine
and the racing clouds. They sailed over
to the reef daily and plunged into the
surf; they walked for miles along the
beach, and ran races over its white floor
they hunted down the centre ofthe island,
and brought back the little brown deer
WHO llNttl III tllt low lIicktl On each Slut
of the islands backbone The island was
twenty miles long, and u mile on two
broad, with Il central ridge Of shcll-torm-
eu rock about twenty feet in height, that
seemed like IN Appalachian chain on the
level waste: below. in the little hollOWs3
on each side, spread a low tangled thick
ct, 4 few Yards wide; and all the rest
was barren sand, with movable hills here
and there hills a few feet in height,
blown up by the wind, and changed in Il
night. The only vegetation besides the
thickct was a rope-like vine that crept
over the sand. with few leaves far apart.
and now and then 4 dull purple blossom,
Il solitary tenacious vine OF the desert,
satisfied with little, its growth slow, its
life monotonous Vet try to tear it from
the surface OF the sand, where its barren
length seems to lie loosely like an old
brown rope thrown down at random, and
behold, it resists you stubbornly. You
find Il mile or two of it on your hands,
cllnglng and pulling as the strong ivy
cllngS to a stone wall Il giant could not
rnDuInr if thi. cnnp)p DIV InII and In II