The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1879-04-04

otcat bEOhtn Illnesses OF clack CLOUDS
were lying in the west: and through
them, turning their ragged edges into
gold, and laying long bars Of light across
the wind-tossed waves, streamed the
setting sun.
Here, with the shawl drawn closely
about her for the October wind was
chill. after the gale,, stood Drusilla
Ward. Her face was bright with the
reflected glory of sky and sea, which
made her almost beautiful. But the
splendor of the scene was too familiar
to her eyes to long detain her.
She watched for q moment the soil
tary sail IN sight-a little boat, beating
against the wind-and turned to leave
the rock She had come down the
beach, and one could trace her foot
prints all along in the smooth sand, to
the point yonder-
just beyond rose the chimneys of John
Merrick's old stone house, whence she
came.
A she turned she saw her father.
making his way slowly over the slippery
rocks. and waited for him. Capt. Me-
lancthon Ward-or Captain 'Lank-as
the Brayford people called him. was
neither SO young, nor so active, as in
the days when he went, master of the
schooner Nancy Jane, sscoasting down
east, ~ in the fishing season, for ssfreight
and 3 market
The rheumatics = had given the
old man many twinge before be was
ready TO leave his active seattle. to
make port and cast anchor in Bray
ford Harbor.
He quickened his pace q little, when
he saw Drusilla waiting for him. "Glad
you're here, Zillie, to help me ND the
bank, y he said.
She took one side Of the basket Of
gripping bivalves. and they left the
leach, taking a steep, stony path which
led TO the level above. Here. few rods
back, nesting il its own grove Of twist
"a apple-trees, stood their coy home.
Half way up the path they paused.
and Capt. Iank caught sight
Of the sail Drusilla had seen
from The knuckles' "That
boats maxim for Little Cove, Zillie, and
somebody steerin' her knows the way. =
Jim Merrick, maybe they sent him
word that Hannah was failing.- said
Drusilla. When did she 90, Zillie ?''
and the old mans voice took a solemn
tone, at the question. "a little after
- she answered "Just as the tide
fell thought likely "Was she SEN /
sibleP" he asked as they reached the tor |
Of the path. "Yes, and seemed happv.',
sim glad forgave her'-she added.
presently, more to herself than to her
father. Capt. 'Lank looked at her III. \
dignanty-" Forgive her, What Won
talkin' about, Ellie? Why. Hannah
Merrick never did any harm to you, nor
NOBODY else, as l ever hearn tell.
'Iwould be more nat'ral she should Tor
give you, for not settin' more store by
her than you ever did. l reckon the
Lords forgiveness was all she ever
needed
I" Yes, father" said DrusiIla. "Han-
nah and always got along well
Capt. 'Lank limped into the house
with his CLAIMS, and Drusilla--stoppin0
. moment 70 tell her mother how she
had left their neighbors in their bereaye-
ment-went TO her own room.
She sat down by the window. which
overlooked the wide, beautiful bav. bnt
her thoughts we're not Of the world
about her. She wanted to recall All
that Hannah had said to her the night
before, and 70 dwell joyfully on the
thought that Burton Allen was not false
and tickle, as he had seemed.
This time last night, when II was
dark, and the storm coming !
on, Uncle John Merrick came in.
"Hannah's very poorly tonight he !
sMds alter the usual remarks on the |