The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1882-08-05
selett Storp.
From Tsnslss's Magazine.
ON THE CLIFFS.


Fifteen years ago Barmouth was aquiet
little village. The whistle Of the iron horse
was not to be heard within many miles,
aad the passage Of the coach between Dol
eellv and Carnaryon was the sole event of
the dav. There was one hotel and some
half-dozen shops and other houses where
LODGINGS were to be obtained; but slight as
was the accommodation, it fully equalled
the demand
@Just the place for fellow to be able
q sketch without people coming 70 look
over his shoulder was the EcOrnuent Of
Hugh Carson, young artist, as be took
his first stroll upon the sands
A tail, well-built young fellow, with legs
rather long for his body, and face rather
heavy IN fepose, but bright and winning
when he smiled. The tide was ont. few
fishermen were mending their nets and tar
ring their boats, and lady and cl;ld were
down upon the rocks near the edge Of the
sea.
"a bright bit Of color on those dark
rocks. he said, with the island on the left
and the sea beyond, and that abrupt head-
land eoning in-just the thing to begin
with.
He had his sketching-book under his
arm and his c0IoF-box in his pocket and,
sitting down on the sand-hillss he set rap
idly Is work. For an hour and half he
worked steadily, and then the bright BIT Of
color and the child moved of toward the
shore. Still he worked on al his sketch,
and was almost startled when . shadow
passed arross his paper. He glanced up,
and saw a girl Of some twenty years old,
with = younger one Of seven or eight The
child dropped the hand she xas holding,
and came fearlessly up.
aPlease, may look at your picture J"
He nodded silently, and went on with
his painting.
f0h, cousin Amy, such pretty pietnrel
and there are you and me out on the rocks
Do iookf'
The girl glanced at the artist, but neith-
er by look nor motion did he second the
child's request; and with little shFug Of
her shoulders she turned away, and walked
on slowly until oyertaken BY her cousin.
what a bear / am E the young man
said to himself. II oaght to have got up
and grinned and taken off my hat, and
asked her to look ut it, but it's no use, /
cant get on with women. never can
think what to say 70 them. have no
doubt she thought me perfect bear. And
10 L am. But / suppose its my nature
And be went on with bis painting. aOne
o'clock; It's time 10 90 in to dinner, the
tide i consing up and covering the rocks;
| win finish It tomorrow morning.
The next day he worked uatil dinner,
and was greatly contented with the result
1T win make a capital thing he said.
l have been very lucky with the lights. |
do think it viii be the best thing have
done.
8is pleasure was a little maFred BY the
fact dat the two girls had again been out
on the rocks, and had on their return pass
ed close BY him; but this time the child
had kept close to her cousin.
s0fended, evidently, was his muttered
comment, sand no wonder. | wish | was
not such a bear"
The following morning he was late in
starting fos a stroll across the sands. The
tide had aready turned, and there are few
places On the coast where it comes in more
rapidly than on the yarmouth sands. For
a long time its approach is so gradual that
it can hardly be noticed; but when it reaches
! certain point it comes in with startling
speed.
There are those girls on the rocks
again, be said, and he shaped his course
so as to carry him to the right Of them.
He had not gone fifty yards along the edge
Of the sand when be heard loud cry be-
hind him. He looked round, and saw that
the elder girl, who was reading, had risen
from camp-stool on which she was sitting,
and that the child was on the rocks, al
ready cut off BY arapidly increasing stream
of water The cry Of the child on discov-
ering her situation was echoed by her COM
panion, who was about to rush into the
water when Hugh ran up.
Albright, little one 7 he shouted, cheer
ily .I'Il fetch you out.
So saying, he waded into the water,
which was already up to his waist, reached
the little girl, took her up in his arms, and
carried her to the shore.
aThere you gre, as right as possible he
said, as he put her down; abut you must
mind, missy, for the tides are very rapid
here.
s'Thank you so very much, sir, the el-
der girl said; lit is most kind Of You. =
The artist looked into the flushed face
Of the girl, and the eyes in which the tears
were standing, and his habitual shyneas fell