The Elk County advocate. [volume] (Ridgway, Pa.) 1868-1883, 1881-11-10

It is for your good that refuse to ac-
cept what seems like heaven to me-"
And then, swift as deer, she few
along the shore, leaving Mcintyre to
struggle between anger, amusement
and wounded self-love.
All that day he tried to speak with
Lizzie alone, but she gave him no
opportunity. At last, in very despera-
tion, he tapped at the door of her
fathers room. Captain Clyde was
again suffering with rheumatism, and
the young man found him in the easy
chair, while Lizzie lowered about him.
"Captain Clyde" said Mcintyre, as
he blocked the doorway with his broad
shou ders to prevent Lizzie from escap-
ing, "I wish to say few words to your
daughter in your presence, since she re-
fuses to grant me that privilege else
where"
"Say on, my lad, she would be proud
to hear whatever you have to say to
her."
"Well, Lizzie, I will go away from
here tomorrow, and stay as long as you
bid me. When the time is up will re-
turn to claim you for my wife. You
shall see that this is no idle, passing
fancy"
His eyes, grave and sad, rested on the
girls flushed face, and the bluff cap
tain's eyes widened in amazement.
"Speak out, gall" he commanded.
"Have you anything to say to this
young man, who woes you like a gen.
tlemau Shall he come-or no"
And Lizzie answered, with downcast
eyes: "If he comes one year from this
time, and still cares for me, I will be
ready"
"And is that all, Lizzie ?" he said,
stepping toward her with outstretched
arms
"No, I'll be bound |" said the old
man, with a sly twinkle in his eyes.
"When I went counting, my little girl
used to kiss me" And reaching over
he gave Lizzie little push that sent
her into the arms of her lover; where
upon they all laughed, and Lizzie, after
kissing Mcintyre. shyly slipped from
the room.
A whole year passed by, and not un-
happily to Lizzie, who had faithfully
endeavored to improve herself She
spent the winter "on the mainland"
with some friends. She studied, read,
watched the people about her, and,
never coarse herself, despite her COM
monplace life at home, she fell easily
into the new groove. Although not un-
happy, the girls cheek was paler than
of yore, and her eyes held wistfulness
that had grown in them since parting
from her lover, for occasionally this
thought crossed her dreams for the fu-
ture: He may not come at all-he may
| forget"
But Allen Mcintyre was truer than
most of his kind; for the early fall
brought him again to Lizzie's house.
While he waited in the old-fashioned
sitting room, the door was opened
hesitatingly, and who was this before
him?
Allen had left young gypsy, magnifi,
cent in her way, with coal black braids
and flashing eyes, yetscarcely the figure
for drawing-room in her short gown
and thick coarse shoes; daughter of
the sea, sun Drowned and fearless. But
this was this Lizzie? A graceful
woman in trailing robes, and the shin
ing hair braided and coiled about her
head, resting in coronet queen might
envy, above the low broad brow. Paler
than of old, her eyes downcast but
shining softly through their happy
tears, her mouth smiling triumphantly.
Was this Lizzie? Why, not woman
! in all his brilliant throng he remem-
bered could compare with her,
Every summer handsome gentleman
and his dark. haired wife visit the light
keepers home; and every fall they
return to their stately home in far
away city, where the lady does the
honors of her grand house with grace
| that charms all.
And yet Allen Mcintyre laughingly
accuses his wife of " fishing for him."