The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1878-03-30
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OUR STORY TELLER.
DEAR EYELASHES. 3
BY SHERWOOD BONNER.

BY SHERWOOD BONNER.
When Lefty Adams was eighteen
years old, she fell in love, as her mother
+ and grandmother before her had done.
By the time she was nineteen, she had
married her sweetheart, and he had
whisked her as far away from her home
and friends as if he had been prince
saon flying horse. "a .r
"a Lefty had lived all her life in little
~ inland Massachusetts town; but Adrian
Z sKimball her husband, was young
Southern gentleman, who had home
thousand miles from New England, on
an island off the Louisiana shore.
1T was early spring when Lefty first
saw her new home. From the SHOWS
and wild winds of the North, she came
into a magical land of sunshine, and
sweet odors, and singing birds. Around
= the little brown house on the Northern
hill where she had played and dreamed
rs child and maiden, only the hardest
flowers would grow, though within
doors she had coaxed q few delicate
plants into life 4st
s There was an oleander in bottle,
that needed as much watching as q sick
baby; and in the warm corners few
pale geraniums nodded at each other
c71 like sleepy grandmothers. But here,
on this fiat sand island, where the sun
poured its hot rays all the twelvemonth
round, the oleanders shot up into great
trees, and everywhere was seen the glory
of their pink and white blossoms, while
geraniums clustered in the gardens
thick as foeks of resting red birds.
81 Orange and lemon trees grew for the
planting, aud even bananas waved their
hoa tnnx VOC, H. D. L
all was the sea, tossing and sparkling
ao against the hard white beach, where
every evening the people drove or
walked to watch the suns glorious set
ting, or the gentle rising of the moon.
az Now the people who have always lived
on islands in Southern seas, who have
-plucked oranges and bananas at will
from their parent stem, and gathered
roses on Christmas day, do not half APP
preciate these delights. But the little
lady from the North-Letty Adams
Il, Kimball, as she signed herself brought
to them such hearty, childlike enthusi-
, d assn, that Adrian fell in love with her
be- over again, and decided that his wife
sfr was a thousand times nicer than his
sweetheart had been; which was very
q satisfactory and delightful state of af
fairs. So they lived along quietly and
joyously-
In bliss that had nothing to telI,'
until, at last, Lefty awoke, as from 9
al dream. to ind out the true meaning and
use of her life. s s.-
= 1t came about in this way: One even
l3it ing she and Adrian, after long walk or
r the beach, sat down to rest on an old
log that had drifted across the sea-
from Cuba, perhaps Young men and
laughing girls were driving by, children
were playing on the beach, and every
thing was gay and bright.
First one thing attracted her atten
"A ton, then another; the long line OF
puffy jelly-fishes strung out along the
e. beach like an Acknowledgment sent out
-eg by the sharks that sometimes followed
them; the boys, bathing far out in the
surf, tumbling over each other and
shrieking with laughter; the queer
r German women, and the little Mexican
girls who passed by
as Finally, two little figures attracted
her notice. One was that of a tiny
mite of girl, who sat on a small pile
of drift-wood, and watched boy
scarcely larger than herself, who stood
. knee-deep in the water. She was a
quaint, old-fashioned figure, in shor,
calico dress. and an old ragged mantle
that might have been her grandmother's s,
wrapped around her.
She sat so still that the sand-crabs ran
over her bare feet; but as Lettys gaze
followed hers to the boy in the water
she saw that he was active enough
Whenever wave came rolling in, he
would stoop and make frantic grabs in
the water; but his hands were usually
empty as he brought them out except
sta for shalls Sand which he 81 49, L.
q, in apparent disgust. -
"What in the world is he after. Adv 9''
cred Mrs. Lefty.
Looking for shells, / suppose" said
=. her husband, who objected on principle
to answering, don't know" to any
OF his wife's questions.
But don't you see he throws down
the shellsY'
z fernaps he wants particular kind
g At this moment the little girl rose
and called out, {. Viens, Victor. II faut
que nous en- attions." :. r.s
She is speaking Frenchp' cried
Lefty. "They are Creole children, /
guess"
g! reckon they are," said her hus-
band, laughing
Now hear me air my French, Adv.
Little boy, come over here, won't you ?''
she called, with her best accent. "What
are you doingf'. she said, as he stood
before her. --'.''' n :
Fishing, madame
Fishing? With your hands?' p
Yes, indeed, madame They come
IS In on the waves. If one is quick enough.
one can seize the little fellows before
~ they get back. ! knew boy who caught
one as long as my hand" and he held
out his tiny hand with pride.
should think it would be slow
work. What's your name little man %,