Arizona weekly enterprise., 1882-10-07

ened. ..No," she answered, curtly. "The coast is ours as far as the Rocky Point, and our people don't like to be inter- fered with. If you will come here this time tomorrow, will have ten dollars worth of the shells for you"
 And to his amaZement MT. Cleve was compelled. perforce, to accede, though in his inner-most heart he doubted whether Mrs. Yorke was judge of what would be ten dollars worth of shells.
 And then the judge walked up and pretended never to have been asleep; and Mrs. Yorke sang some delicious lit- tie Louisiana ballads to the guitar; and the old negress kobbled in with melon cut in slices and powdered over with su- gar; and before MT. Cleve knew it the clock was striking eleven.
 He walked home in the moonlight, with the tumultuous rush of the rising tide in his ears, while Mrs. Yorke's French ballads echoed musically through his brain, and her luminous blue eyes and furnished coils of golden hair haunted his recollection.
 ''lt is the strangest, sweetest face l ever sawr he muttered. ''I believe 1 am more than half in love with her. If only that dilapidated old piece of South ern chivalry, the judge, would die, 1 should like to make that woman my wife"
 And then he smiled, out there in the moonlight. at the fantastic improbabili- ty of the idea.
 By the next mornings sunrise he was up and out on the glorious beach of sparkling sand, with the sea wind fan ming his face and a whole battery of electricity tingling through his pulses.
 Nothing seemed too much or too diff ficult to achieve. He climbed dizzy peaks; he walked miles; he stood on solitary promontories, where gulls flew shreking around his ears, until at last he found himself on level stretch of sand, not far from the old Yorke man. sion.
 ''Eurekar' he exclaimed to himself, as he stopped to pick up an exquisite shell, rose-tinted, and convolvulated in rare curves, which lay blushing at his | feet.
 At the same moment, boat contain ing a tall figure wrapped in an old black serge cloak came rocking around the point, and voice cried, sharply:
 Halt, there! Hands off! You are trespassing on the Yorke Beach! Put down that shell, or I'll shootm
 And the barrel of revolver glistened in the sunshine.
 'I beg your pardonr' stammered Mir. Cleve, promptly dropping the shell. Il wasn't aware that"
 The Lorelli of the tides uttered cry.
 Its Mir. Clever said she.
 "And it's Mrs. Yorker rctorted our hero.
 The golden-tressed beauty put down the revolver in the stern of the boat, sprang lightly over its gunwale, and came up the beach with her cheeks all mantled with blushes.
 '.Yes,n said she, ''it is I. I believe you are gentleman, and may as well be frank with you. We are genteelly poor at the house. All the income we have is derived from the sale of these rare shells, which pick up myself, for we have no servant except old Cardac, and she is too stiff and old to come here. My father-in-law has never been quite himself since my husband was killed in railroad accident, three years ago.
 "Your husband!'' repeated Cleve. killed! Then you are not-Judge Yorke's wife?''
 ''I?" cried the blue-eved enchantress, -''I the wife of that old manr'
 And then, with the crimson flush oi her unpalatable confession still on hel cheeks, Mrs. Yorke broke into peal o1 girlish laughter. Cleve took the basket from her arm.
 ''Let me help you," said he; q am judge of these beauties. l am gath ering shells to illustrate new volume on the subject of paleontology. And want all the rare specimens which car be found along these coasts"
 And the landlord of the ''Fisherman'i Retreat could not imagine what made his guest so late to breakfast upon thai particular morning, and so diStrai when at last he did come.
 As for beautiful Mrs. Yorke, she wen home with new light in her eyes, sur veyed herself critically in the glass and, after she had fastened up tn braids of her hair in new fashion, SC herself to work to repair the damage in her afternoon dress.
 llNO III bnlS lOuoiy SpOL, said she. ''there is no reason that should be a semi-savage But there ha been so little worth existing for, 0 later'
 And she sang soft, glad roundelay to herself, like a robin, as she sewed. The judge looked sleepily at hi aughter-in-law. across the lunch-table
 Did that very agreeable gentleman come for those shells, Cissy?" said he I've gathered them together" sai' Cecelia Yorke, smiling '.Here are te dollars that he paid me. We are goin again tomorrow, if it is pleasant. H is great paleontologist, papa" '.Is he. indeed?" said the judge, hi : dim old eyes brightening at the sight ( the gold coins. ''Then perhaps ou beach may turn out mine of wealt yet-eh, Cissy?"
 1 Mrs. Yorke smiled, and patted tn : wrinkled, white old hand. : II think, papa" she said, "Pm nc l certain, but think there are good time in store for me yet" l The judge said he was glad to hea ) it. And then fell mildly asleep in h = chair.
 : When MT. Cleve proposed to Cecei . Yorke, she made no scruple to comics
 that she liked him. : But there's papa" she said, gentl, l but firmly. sI can never leave him. 8 promised my dead husband always !; be true daughter to papa"
 And honor you for it, my love, ;; said the paleontologist. ''He shall d an bonOred crueSt in Our city home a