The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1877-07-21
A STIFF BREEZE. y
BY F. F. ELMs.

mouth, pretty place by the sea, as yet
but little frequented by tourists. With
our limited wardrobe, and still more linn
tied purse, Auntie had decided that we
could not afford to go to Newport, or even
Long Branch, and accordingly had Sc
lected this less expensive place.
Auntie said, that at these watering
places, where so many fashionable people
go, we would feel shabby; and that here
we would have the same air and sea; and
people moreover, would not mind what
we wore. We would grow fresh and rosy
from bathing, and could wear out all our
old summer dresses. Then we could
have new silks the coming winter So it
happened that Auntie's choice became
mine, and that we agreed to go to Weare-
mouth.
Now upon this first morning after our
arrival, | had left Auntie still abed. and
gone out for walk by the sea 1t was
quite early, but could not restrain my
Impotence; longed for the taste of the
salt sea, and to feel the fresh breeze
blowing against my cheeks. The sun
had just risen, and all nature seemed ex-
ultant. The wind blew so strong, that
could, at times, hardly make my way
against the wind. Off at sea the fishing
boats were making for the little harbor
the gulls wheeled and wheeled; the white
caps flashed far and near; the surf thun-
dered. All at once, sudden gust took
my hat clean off my head, and sent it
spinning away, threatening to blow it
every instant into the water.
| started forward to catch it, when a
quick, energetic step passed me, and a
strange gentleman overlook the hat and
secured it. No, not a strange gentleman
for, as he turned, | recognized him, and
cried, "Why, Mr.. Sloan
| could say no more, I was so aston
ished; more than that, pleased; for | saw
at once that he had followed me from
the city. | was embarrassed, too, and
blushing furi9usly, for the wind was
playing all sorts of tricks with my hair,
and | knew | must look like fright.
Yes Mr.. Sloane" he said, taking
off his hat and bowling, and presenting
my runaway hat at the same time He
laughed, pleasantly, as he added, "What
stiff breeze? But is there any exclus-
i've right, on your part, Miss Beatrice,
to Wearemouth, that you seem surprised
when others come"
ooh! no, no." I interrupted. blush
ing again. . On the contrary, am sure
We shall be very glad to see you-that
is, Auntie-" breaking down and
blushing again, and falling back on
Auntie, as | did not wish to seem too
glad.
Thanks" he said coolly, 81 came
by the night-boat; and as it was too late
TO so to bed, and too early for breakfast,
thought would take a walk. But |
hardly dared to hope for such a pleasure
as meeting you," and he bowed again.
1t was soon time to return to the
hotel, whittier Mr.. Sloane accompanied
me. At the door we parted 81 shall
see you at breakfast" he said. "Pray
remember me to your aunt"
All in a futter | went to our room.
Auntie was just finishing her toilet,
Oh! who do you think is here?" l
cried. "The last person in the world we
would expect to see, | added, menda-
ciously and demurely.
AS | looked at Auntie's face, it seemed
to me that the pink in the morning sky
was reflected on her cheeks. "Whv
Auntie," | cried, the sea air has
already worked wonders with you. You
look-ss rosy-as-"
" Not half as rosy as you, Beauty
she said, kissing me with even more than
her wonted effusiveness. My name, as
thesreader already knows, is Beatrice, but
| had been nicknamed Beauty from q
child.
Auntie finished her toilet by putting a
rose in her hair, an unusual thing for
her. 1t made her look so charming. that
said, May l put up my hair like
yours| had always worn my hair in
thick braids on my neck; but this morn
ing, Aunties hair looked so stylish. with
the dropping rose on one side, that had
an irresistible desire to arrange NINE in
like manner
. don't think it would become Won.
Beauty" said Auntie, coaxingly; and
she arranged my hair with great taste
and made such a bewitching bow in the
blue ribbons combining it, that | was per.
fectly satisfied with my appearance.
How do you do again. Miss Beat
rice" said Mr.. Sloane, as he took a seat
opposite us at the breakfast table And
he stretched his hand over the plates and
dishes to take mine. Mr.. Sloane was al.
ways unconventional, so | did not thinl
anything of that; but thought, by the
way Auntie colored, that she was afraiC
he would violate etiquette in her cas-,
also. He only bowed to her. however
1t never seemed to me that Mr. Sloane
manner was at all encouraging towarC
Auntie; when he walked home from
church with us in the city, he hac
always addressed the most of his CONVEX
sation to me. 1t was therefore very nat
ural, that, on the day in question
should think great deal about him, es-
pecially as there was to be dance in the
parlor that night.
To my establishment, however, as the
couples were forming. he and Auntie