The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1882-09-07
TIE YORKE BEACH.

''It's somebody with name six sylla-
bles long" said the landlord, looking
into the lining of his coarse straw hat,
as if he expected to find the trouble
some epithet there. sit amt profess
or, nor yet a philosopher, nor pedes-
trian"-with a gasp at each of the hard
words-''but it's something that begins
with 2. And he's hunting for shells
all sorts of queer, outlandish shells, as
isn't TO be come across every day.
''Do tellr' said the landlords wife.
perhaps he's going to grind them into
fertilizing powder, or macadamiZe q
road with them"
Then he's an editor" said Mrs.
Stuhbs.
"'1.in't quite that, neither" said
Mr.. Stubs, slowly "But it's some
thing very wise and learned. So l told
him he'd better 90 to Yorke's. The
young woman there has mortal nice
collection of out-of-the-way shells And
I've heard of their selling shells to them
as fancied them, for all they'Ee such
high-toned gentlefolks."
That had been Mr.. Silas Stubbs' ad-
vice, and Mr.. Cleve, the paieontologist,
had taken it, and was even walking
along the shingly beach, where the
waves curled in foamy fringes almost
up to his feet, and the trails of blackish
seaweed showed the high-water mark.
Judge Yorke-he had been Judge, no.
body knew how many years ago, of
some petty court in q Southern city, be-
fore the Yorke estate had melted in the
fiery furnace of litigation, and he had
+ . !.
which never came-sat out on the tum-
ble-down veranda with the air of an
exiled prince. He was white-haired
and rubicund-visaged, and his slippers
were down al the heels, and his red
cashmere dressing-gown was patched
with quite a different pattern, and his
wristbands were frayed, and ths lack of
buttons on his shirt-front was made
good with q pin. But when he saw the
stranger lift the latch of the rickety
gate he advanced to meet him with
patronizing urbanity which was little
short of overwhelming. He listened to
Mr. Cleye's self-introduction with roy
al smile; he welcomed him rs if the old
house were a palace; he made haste to
introduce him to Mrs. Yorke"
Mrs Yorke was tall, golden-haired
young woman, with her lovely tresses
tucked untidilY into net, her dress de-
cidedly the worse for wear, and her eX-
quisite face burned by the impress of
the sun and wind. But the flash of her
brilliant blue eyes was like sunshine it
self
"Will the gentleman stayto dinner?"
Airs. Yorke asked the Judge; ''because
we have only some porgies and sam
phire, But if he cares for such simple
fare, he is welcome"
Mr.. Cleve accepted the simply given
invitation The Judge was like piece
of old porcelain-cracked and damag-
cd, it might be, but still genuine. Mrs.
Yorke was beauty, but quite young
enough, the guest decided, to be her
husbands granddaughter; and, besides,
g wanted to know what on earth por-
gies and samphire could be,
There was no carpet on the dining
room floor, and the windows needed
cleaning; but the china was fine, and
they had some blackberries, early ap-
Piles, and few fine apricots in a centre
piecs of silver, with ..Y'' engraved on
the handles; and Mr.. Cleve discovered
the por@ies were 3 coarse-grained fish
with good deal of bone to them; also
that sampnire vas a gelatinous yegeta-
DE, not unlike grass. which was gather
ed on the sea-beach and boiled with but
ter and vinegar.
An old negress, whom Cleve mental
ly decided must be at least hundred
years of age, waited. and kept off the
flies with brush of peacock's plumes.
.Shells? Yes, there were fine Shells
the Judge believed, '.along the coast.
Mrs, Yorke knew-Mrs. Yorke could
tell him. Paleontology was study
which must always commend it
self And the judge fell blandly and
courteously asleep, with a smile on his
face.
Mrs. forke laughed.
Hes very DID," said she, Indifferent
": che often does that. Don't mind
him. Did you say you wanted to buy
shells? | viii try and have some collect
ed for yon by this time tomorrow"
Gould | collect them for myself"
Mr.. Cleve asked, with the eagerness OF
= specialist -
Mrs. Yorke's beautiful brow dark
ened
NO. she answered. curtly. 1.-The
coast IS ours as far as the Rocky Point,
and our people don't ike te be inter
fered with. If you viii come here this