The Canton advocate. [volume] (Canton, D.T. [S.D.]) 1877-1897, 1880-11-25
who are NOT ruined by sea bathing: she

dOolil uGT. SllU as Sue swain AWAY sue
was more like a Nereid than a boarder
at the Beach House But l suppose
even a Nereid might have had a eramp
or a shark or other sea-monster seize
her beautiful foot, or something of the
sort; for one morning as | sat on a rock,
sketching the bathing scene, there was
a cry from Sailie and Charlotte and the
rest, but none at all from Marion, who
had thrown up her hands and gone
under Arthur Santley was swimming
TO the spot directly followed by young
| Maybank, and slmost before one knew
/ It Il boat was putting out from shore,
| when Mr.. Raymonde, who had been
| playing with the children at the other
side of the little bathing cove, and
had dived at once, now appeared
swimming in, with Marion's head over
his shoulder; wading up the sands he
delivered her to the bowling maids and
Mrs. Mercer, and stalked away to his
dresSing-room.
OF course Mr.. Raymondo was hero
for the rest of the day, though he beg
ged off from some of the worship by
declaring it was nothing to him, for he
spent his days rescuing drowning
maidens But Marion was not down
stairs. | confess was Il little curious
to know what Marion would say to him
when they met, or if she would send
for him to thank him. But my curiosity
was not likely to be gratifed, and no
body knew of her sending for him, ana
after she reappeared she probably said
nothing, and they passed and repassed
with the customary Indifferent inclina-
| ton.
Il declare" exclaimed SalIie, once,
as she witnessed the movement, and
before Raymonde was really out OF
| hearing. Il don't believe she has ever
! thanked the man for saving her life
perhaps she doesn't thank him, y
said Miss Carmen. Miss Mercer al
ways acts as if life were gift not
worth taking"
| Still | saw that Marion did not go
into the water again without shudder,
and presently ceased to 60 at all, al
though she went down to the shore
wiki the rest. She was standing alone
at the head Of the cove, looking out
seaward, not far from my sketching
block. when Raymonde came down one
morning, and joined her so unexpect-
eddy that she started.
perhaps Miss Garments words were
true" he said, ''and You really do not
think life is a gift worth thanks
''Oh, no" she answered quietly, life
is precious But | did not think of
| thanking you for what you could not
help doing. l do not suppose you
would let dog drown before your
eyes"
You tlatter me-" he said, and re-
manned silent: and if, after moment
or two. either would have said any
thing more, there was no chance. for
the scurrying and scampering with
which the bathers hurried up the cove.
having seen q man-eater. or a sea-ser-
pent, or an old log. or something of the
sort riding along its outer reach. But
ii either had spoken, made up my
mind it would have had to be Ray
monde: the solid armament might
crack, but since he had said ne asked
nothing more OF her, nothing was his
| portion, for all Of Marion. She did not
| thank him for saving her life. | said to
myself: she would rather have died
than owed it to him: and noticed that
the manner was only 4 shade less
haughtilv distant to others, Yet her
smile would sometimes come when Ar
thur Santley brought her flowers, and
she never refused the dance or drive he
| asked. and was possibly degree kind
er TO others if Ravmonde were seeing
It all: kindness from her in her cold
ness and her sweetness having the effect
TO them all Of kindness from some
! young queen. | thought it little sin
gular that Raymond did not leave the
| Beach. but then he had established
himself and taken his rooms for the
season, and it would perhaps have been
away. After all. did it signify? Did he
care? \ month had passed and he had
hardly glanced at Marion, save once or
twice with furtive sparkle in his eye
that seemed to break al his melan-
choly UP III anger.
| Yet she WAS worth looking at, there
are few people of such severe clear
| beauty as her. | remember her espec-
tally one morning. rs We were all on
the piazza when the old mail coach
came numbering in from the post-town,
| five or six miles away She had been
| tossing CharlOtte's baby. VINO had
clutched her long duSky brown hair
and pulled it all about her face, and the
gown, and as she looked up, laughing
and dimpling, she saw Mr.. Raymonde
climbing down from the coach box, and
such red shot over her cheeks and
through her smile, such Il light into
/ her great hazel eyes as she stood one
| irsta transfxed under his gaze. and
then dropped the baby into Charlotte
lap, and moved away so quietly that it
seemed to ME l had been dreaming,
and had not really seen Marion at al,
but a vision of her
| 1t was the same evening that there
was shooting in the long meadow, when
Marion, coming across the field with
| Mr. Munsor and Sallie. stopped. as
they did. at the target one moment, to
| observe the character OF the shots, just
as Raymonde-who had come in from
shore with bag OF birds. and looking
like brigand. in his high boots and
sloucbed hat-had been called and COM
PEELED to add his shot TO the score, and
had just drawn his gun to the shoulder.
| Maybank shouted to Mr.. MunSon, and
he and his party were hurrying up the
| field and out OF the way, when, ike a
thunder-bolr from a blue sky. Mr.. Ray
monde's gun went of With a single
bound, as it seemed, he was by Marion
side
| Are you hurt ?" he cried BY
heavens There is another ball left for
NE if you are"
| But Marion, with the same hasty red
staining her cheeks for the second
time since had known her, had start
Ell back. and conscious that all eyes
were on them, laughing, held up the
end of the little lock OF hair the ball
| had shelred. T heard it whistle" she