Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1881-09-15

never does 10 strike ones colors, miss,
when any other way can be found for III
There's more good days a-eoming" He
said this as he was stepping intothe dingy
TO go on shore, and 10 his great surprise
Lucy said, @Oh. If a boat is going ON
shore. will go in it. and walk about
little
She went, and strolled through dull st.
Servan. and wondered where Mr.. Rich
mond had stayed. and thought she would
like to see the outside Of the house-and
then she passed one Of the most tumble
down and rickety wind-mills in the world,
and presently found herself in the mid-air
railway which joins the two towns. Once
in st. Malo, she went onwards, and walked
about the walls, and finally arrived at a
point where she was just above the
causeway which led TO the Grand Bey.
"And so that is the way he went that
day we first met him." thought she. "Poor
fellow, he had 10 toll painfully over the
rough. stones, and through these dull,
dusty towns, while we glided smoothly
over the water in boat which ought to
have been his. 1t is disgraceful that all
these means of comfort should be in the
possession of such stupid, commonplace,
self-indulgent people as we are, whilst he
who would do some good with them if he
had them has to work under such difficult
ties! We are thoroughly ignorant set
of people. We just eat, drink, and sleep,
or feebly amuse ourselves. / perhaps
might be a little better if were some
times with him. l am sure he could inn
prove me. feel better already since
have seen him." Then she almost bldshed
when she remembered that ever since she
had first seen him he had never wholly
been out of her thoughts. ut would not
do for me to lose my heart to him." said
she to herself. "But that is absurd! How
can care for him when have only seen
him onceG But" she added, mentally, she
is no stranger to me. His mind was re-
vealed tome in his pictures When first
saw them felt knew and liked him.
The circumstances which bind me to him
are so peculiar, too; cannot help think
ing of him. But why do I say bindY'
thought she; "do they not rather separate
usa 1t is very hard to be separated thus
from man I could have liked so much"
She was during this soliloquy crossing the
causeway to the Grand Bey. She was not
doing it in absence of mind, for though
her thoughts were wholly given up to
Hugh Richmond she knew where she was
going. She was taking pleasure, too, in
the idea that her steps were being plant
ed on the very stones where his had been
sucha short while before. She would run
up to the summit of the island she would
stand where she stood with him then; she
would try to recall his face while speak
ing, as accurately as she recalled each
word that he had said. Then she would
look for the brooch she had lost, and thus
please Aunt Esther, who could not cease
to regret it and then she would return
before the tide rose. She had not forgot
ten the Importance of doing this; indeed.
she knew all about tides now that she
was the owner of yacht, but she knew
there could be no danger from the tide
for nearly two hours. She thoroughly
enjoyed her solitary walk. Her thoughts
were happy. She could never see Hugh
Richmond, never be a friend of his, for he
no doubt would always avoid her; but, in
spite of himself, she would be his good
angel, and would contrive that he should
paint without any fear of having to work
for money, or of being obliged to undergo
any privation likely to stand in the way of
his artistic development. She would in
some way, entirely unsuspected by him,
buy every picture he painted-she would
hide them lest he learnt that she was the
purchaser. He would rise to the head of
his profession, and never know she had
even this humble share in building up his
fortune, and she would save quantity of
money out of her income, and persuade
some one to die and leave it to him.
There would be much comfort and Joy in
these benefactions-a if she could not
see him she could see his pictures. II do
wonder why like him so much," thought
she. "He talked well when he got to
know us better-but it is not that-and he
is very handsome; but am sure should
never care for him for his looks alone-no,
l like him because he paints so divinely,
and still more because / have injured
him."
She stood on the very spot where he
had stood to make his sketch. She stood
where he had stood by Chateaubriand's
tomb. She had perfect feast of retro
spection. The sea was sparkling with
blue and white brilliance-she had not
time to think of it. The air was buoyant
and light. Her heart was light, too, for
she had made this plan for the future and
it pleased her. Happy as she was she re-
membered that she ought not to stay here
more than an hour and half, and looking
at her watch she saw it was time to co.
Her feet sped quickly over the grassy
slopes-she did not mean to be imprisoned
on this island. She saw something lying
on the grass. 1t was a notebook. She
knew it was Mr.. Richmond's, for she had
seen it two days before; but he had taken
it with him when he went, for she had seen
it in his hand when he was in the boat
She opened it to be sure, and saw note
of an effect which he had shown her when
he made it. Then he had been on the
Grand Bey once more-had perhaps not
gone to Quimperle! She soon treasured
herself by remembering that he might
have returned here just before starting,
and on she went to the steps-but half
way down them, and walking rapidly, she
saw Mr.. Richmond himself on his way to
the causeway, which the sea was each
moment approaching more nearly. II
have no time to lose," said she to herself