The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1877-12-05
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" Who is she %
You will have to designate the par.
ticular object of your curiosity and ques-
ton, Clair There are several young
ladies within range of my vision, and
am at loss to know which you mean"
8 PshawP '-impatiently- if there
were one other in the group that would
be likely to arrest fellows attention if
she were present. The divinity in sea-
green, of course"
"Ohl India Crawford. might as well
confess that it wasn't my purpose to in
troduce you just yet, old boy. have a
weakness in that quarter, myself, and
fear you will prove a formidable rival.
But stay, / forgot. You have forsworn
marriage, I believe"
+" Hush your nonsense, Frank do !!
What eyes !" And Clair Cornell leaned
back in the shadow of the overhanging
ledge of rocks skirting 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 bevy of girls gath
ering shells and bright, warm colored
pebbles down near the waters edge.
A beautiful creature to look upon was
this India Crawford. How we'll the
name suited her. From the bright hair
that seemed to have caught and impris-
oned a sunbeam in the waves that swept
her low, white brow to the ripe, carved
lips and rounded chin, the young girls
face was study.
Come, girls" Let us return to the
hotel. Aunt Jane will be uneasy" And
gathering up the shining folds of her
green tissue, looking like a resistabIe
mermaid with her tiny basket formed of
rich MOSES and filled with delicate pink
and white shells, India prepared to lead
the way.
"Oh, dear! I'm not half ready to go
back. What's your hurry, India ?"
promised Aunty. Don't coax me,
Myrtle The beach has sufficient at
traction to turn me from duty without
assistance from you" with low, ripping
laugh.
: You're a strange girl, India" re-
nsssgL-.s z1@ielslh that of her friend, the two
girls Slowly picked their way back over
the sand. 6 never knew you to leave
the beach at any time save with turn of
tide, and you always continue to lay
your plans for stroll among the shells
and pebbles accordingly. Why is it?"
India looked grave, then smiled
You see | am 'one by myself Floy,
and perhaps am bound by the spell of
the tides. Who knows| = mischiev-
ouslY.
6 You are making fun"
You're little goosiel" And with
these words, uttered playfully, and &C
companied by kiss. India Crawford
efectually checked Florence's quizzing,
although we are inclined to think her
evasion of the subject served to increase
her friends curiosity.
Miss Crawford, allow me to present
my friend, Mr.. Cornell" said Frank
Ellsworth, few hours later, approaching
that young lady, as she sat buslly croch-
citing upon the hotel piazza, accompanied
by Clair.
midas dreamy eyes were raised for an
instant only to the face of the hand
some stranger, as she acknowledged
gracefully his smile and bow, then drop
ped upon her work.
You have just arrived, Mr.. Cornell?'
with blush and smile. " / hope the
society here may prove as entertaining
as you could wish. We have quite a
select coterie, as Mr.. Ellsworth has doubt
less informed you"
6 Yes, Frank sent me such glowing
descriptions of Grey Sands and its beau
tiful devotees that I finally concluded to
run over aud sec for myself.
j am sure that Mr.. Ellsworth could
not overpraise Grey Sands, Mr.. Cornell.
This is my FIRST visit, and certainly, TO
me, it is the most grandly picturesque
bit of cliff and sand that ever opened its
shell -gemmed arms to embrace the sea.
waves! See that white capped monster
strength meeting strength"
st see," answered Clair, his artistic
eye taking in the whole picture, promin-
ent in which was a certain red Tipped
mermaid, at glance; ''and the strength
of the rocks is fairly equalled by the per-
sistency of the waves in their ceaseless
clash. It is a good lesson for us, is 1t
not 70
g What are you people pressing about?
There is no doubt of the rocks being
the stronger of the two. The waves
throw themselves upon it and are broken
for their pains. That is all. +"
No, it isn't all, Frank. IF you will
examine the rock that seems SO stern and
impregnable, you viii find deep cuts
worn by the flashing of the waters. 1t
may be slow and yet nevertheless sure
woodwork that has been going on for
ages ~
Bah Don't compare me to wave,
then, please / place more confidence in
one sharp, short onslaught, in an under
taking that / have anything to do with.
Your quiet, methodical people never
amount to much. IF / conquer by an
effort IL must be by storm. Otherwise
I would weary" And Frank Ellsworth
yawned, stretched himself, and sank Iazi-
~ upon cushion at India'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 something she could not
fathom. Then the fFinged lids dropped
sgain d slight curve lowered about the
warm, red lips, and the small, shapely
hands drove silver hook through the
lace Ike mesh with redoubled speed.
8 do not consider an end worth gain
ins that i not worth striving 1t, Dir.