The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1881-11-30

gone TO the ma.nland-and wc'v
pulled out more than one fellol
more than half lead. Who"
"Never mind that, Neddie, " intel
rupted his sister, gently, and tn
unspoken reproof in her voice ha
, the effect of making the lad loo
shamefaced as he went back to tn
+ first part Of his story.
We'll, sir, we ran down the slop
, at the side of the cliff out there
where the waves were tearing III
like 10000 wild horses. And ever,
time il lightened we could see yol
bobbing around out there like ;
piece OF cork. We were afraid o
your striking against the ledges, 6,
Lizzie fastened one end of the rop
around her waist, and | held tn
other while she went straight il
and struck out for you.
Mcintyre uttered low exclama
ton and turned his head from Ned
die to Neddie's sister. The bo,
wagged his head proudly.
"Ah," said he with cleaning eye
that smoothing for our Lizto do! She
caught you and l pulled you botl
in. But you're monstrous heavy
| thought we'd never get you vi
stairs."
Mcintyre laughed as he rose rath
or doubtfully to his feet.
/ II feel a trifie shaky," he said.
and then. 1T is easy to see tina,
you are brother and sister. | an
Allen Mcintyre, at your service
Miss Lizzie" and he bowed in a
fashion that gave the lie to his dec
laration of shakiness.. ''Of course
realize that you and your gallant
brother here have rendered me q
great service--one for which you
shall not go unrewarded, although |
can never hope to fully recompense
you"
Lizzie raised her head haughtily.
Sir, such work as we have done
tonight we do not for wages. II
you feel strong enough | will walk
with you to the house. | think the
storm is passing over. We live a
quarter of mile from the light
Our accommodations are plain
enough, but there is no other house
on the island"
"Oh, am as good as ever, now"
said Mcintyre; "but will you leave
this boy here all alone?"
She smiled.
"Ned is not afraid and he can
tend the light as well as l."
''Very well, | will 60 with you"
He waved smiling adieu to the
hoy, and followed his guide down
the narrow stairway.
Two days later 4 small boat put
out from the island, which when it
returned, brought McIntyre's lug
gage.
Lizzie's father, who was laid up
with an attack Of rheumatism. had
taken fancy to the young man,
who expressed desire to spend a
lew weeks there at any price they
may charge. Captain Clyde straight
way ordered Neddie off in his new
boat to the mainland for the gentle
mans traps. The voungster obeyed
this order with alacrity. for the
good humored ease of the stranger,
together with the appreciation of
"our Liz" had wrought favorably
on our Neddie. Even the maiden
aunt, who kept house, smiled frosti-
lv at the prospect of this pleasant
ad ition to their family.
McIntyre, who had been wander
ing about three or four hundred
miles from home in search of a quiet
place to spend the summer, congrat-
ulated himself on having drifted to
the very place.
although it was an expensive
style of drifting" he remarked, with
a smile, as he enclosed a bank note
in an envelope. to be sent to the
owner of the little boat which had
slipped out into the waves abreast
of the light house.
A week later, as he sauntered
shoreward there came to his ear a
wildly sweet strain of melody. AS
he listened in amazement, for he
had seen no musical instrument
about the place, he began to realize
that it was part of Strass' artist
waitzes that he heard-a strain that
he often whistlcd. He stepped
round the junting of the cliff, and
there leaning against the granite
wall, was Lizzie her chin dropped
carelessly. on a little red violin, as
she drew the bow across the strings
"You whistled that the other day."
she faltertd, sand / liked it so much
lit haunted me all the time"
He stepped forward.
.Whv, Lizzie, is it possible you
play like that without notes ?"
II don't play much. now," she
said, drawing her dark brows over
her eyes. "A party Of ladies and
gentlemen came here to visit the
lighthouse once and overheard me
playing. / heard one Of the ladies
say: The idea of girl with fid-
dlel" So l thought may be it
didn't look we'll.
Not look well, indeedl" and he
laughed in merry scorn. "Why,
child, did you ever hear Of Camilla
Urso?n
"No.p
SWELL, she is q lady, and she
makes the most exquisite music on
a violin, and thousands of people
90 to hear her. Why Camilla Urso
hirself would listen with pleasure to
your music, Lizzie said Mcintyre,
extravagautly. who taught you
how to play 2"
No one. This violin belongs to
my father, and he learned me how
to tune it. / pick up tunes that ]
hear. but / never heard anything
halt so beautiful as the tunes | hear
Won sing and whistle"
Mcintyre smiled; his repertoire
of music consisted of snatches of
operas. waltzes, redowas, and Ger
man airs; which were dimly asso-
ciated in his mind with nights Of
brilliant gayety; and he wondered