The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1882-01-05
NUMBER l,
leges-and then, looking eagerly around,

leges-and then, looking eagerly around,
he would say, "Wheres Norah 2'
"Ah," Frant would say to herself wea-
rily, II thought Phil appreciated my
love" But she saw now that the love of
almost any other kind, neat careful wo-
man would have been much the same to
him.
One day Norah stood in the door as
Phil climbed the cliff in a mild December
twilight. He had net in his hand to be
mended, and he held it up before him.
"Ill mend it," shouted Norah, spring
ing to meet him. She stumbled and he
caught her, and they came up together,
his arm around her, and her face looking
up into his, laughing and rosy.
Frant watched them from within,
breathlessly, and as Phil entered he
caught the almost stern look in her eye.
His arm dropped and dogged, red look
came over his face. Then he approached
her slowly and kissed her; but it seemed
to Frant that life and love had died out
of his kisses
She rose and went about her work.
There was vague effort within her TO
rouse and set in motion the kind s0phis-
tries with which she quleted herself be-
fore; but no such effort could ever sue
ceed again. She had seen that day a new
look on their faces. ''It is over" said
Frant to herself as she walked slowly and
heavily about the little. kitchen-the
kitchen that had looked 50 bright to her
on that fatal night when she and Phil had
drunk their first cup of tea there together
cit is all over II and a hundred times
she said to herself quite unconsci0usly,
1T is all over
The next day she rose as usual, and
when her morning work was done she
went out on the cliff Phil had gone over
to Brmmertown with one of his mates, and
the Frances DarroW," Lis sail boat, lay
at anchor down beside the other fishing
boats There was no ice yet and there
was an Indian summer softness IN the
air. Norah had gone up to the hotel to
do a days work. Frant was alone.
As she sat on the cliff she talked aloud
with herself-something which was not
habtual to her, and which seemed quite
at variance with her character. 81 think
| am little crazy" she said, dreamily
but somehow can't seem to see any
other way. God will understand it.
couldn't stand in the way Of their happi-
ness 4 moment later she added, II
saved her; yes, and I'd save her again
She's 50 innocent and pretty I've moth
ing against her. Oh, no Id save her );
but didn't save her for thiS-no, not for
! his"
There were some ships in the distance.
'l think" said Frant, II think that
when those sails 60 out Of sight think
that'll be the time. But must steer for
a buoy and tie the boat Phillyll want it,
for it's good boat. He said he wouldn't
have named it the Frances DarroW' if it
hadn't been a good boat"
The ships glded slowly ont Of sight.
Frant strained her eyes, but she could
not follow them any longer. Then she
went into the house and wrote on d little
piece of paper
Good by Philly love you That's why 90
away thiuk am little crazy but love You
| | am dead. Phiily, SO don't look for Inc The boat
is fastened to the harbor buoy Coed d-by Norah
! Do not leave Philly
Your loving FRANT "
The shore was very still when Frant
hoisted quietly the sail Of the "Frdnces
| Dairow," and made for the buoy at the
mouth of the little harbor. Then she fas-
tened the boat
That night Phil came home, read the
little note, turned pale as death, and
started with all haste for the buoy and
the boat But when he drew up along
side, it was empty. tLippncott's Maga-
! zine