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

whether Mrs. Yorke was a 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 hobbled in with melon
cut in slices and powdered over with su-
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.
at is the strangest, sweetest face I
ever sawn' he muttered. Il believe /
am more than half in love with her. If
only that dilapidated old piece of South
ern chivalry, the judge, would die, l
should like to make that woman my
wife,
And then he smiled, out there in the
moonlight, at the fantastic improbable
ty of the idea.
BY the next mornings sunrise be was
up and out on the glorious beach of
sparkling sand, with the sea wind fan
ming his face and 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 prcnontories, where gulls flew
shrieking around his ears, until at last
ha 41xf,,I hi,,,calf laval ctra+nh Nf
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 bis
feet
AT the same moment. boat contain
ing tall figure wrapped in an old black
serge cloak came rocking around the
point and a voice cried, sharply:
Halt, there! Hands off! You are
trespassing on the Yorke Beach! Put
down that shell, or I'll shootr'
And the barrel of a revolver glistened
in the sunshine.
81 beg your pardon!" stammered Mr..
Cleve, promptly dropping the shell. Il
wasn't aware that
The Lorelli of the tides uttered cry.
'It's Mr.. Clever said she.
"And it's Mrs. Yorker" retorted 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 bushes.
YES" said she, lit is l. ] believe
you are a gentleman, and l 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 l pick up myself, for
we have no servant except old Cardiac,
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 husbandn' repeated Cleve.
"Killedi Then you are not-Judge
Yorke's wife?''
ZIP" cried the blue-eyed enchantress
IL the wife of that old man,
And then, with the crimson flush of
her unpalatable confession still on her
cheeks. Mrs. Yorke broke into peal of
girlish laughter. Cleve took the basket
from her arm.
''Let me help you," said he; 81 am
Judge of these beauties I am gath
ering shells to illustrate new volume
on the subject of paleontology. And I
want all the rare specimens which can
be found along these coasts"
And the landlord of the "Fisherman's
Retreat could not imagine what made
his guest so late to breakfast upon that
particular morning, and so diStrait
when at last he did come.
As for beautiful Mrs. Yorke, she went
home with new light in her eyes, sur
Veyed herself critically in the glass,
and, after she had fastened up the
braids of her hair in new fashion, set
herself to work TO repair the damages
in her afternoon dress.
Because | live in this lonely spot"
said she, 'there is no reason that
should be a semi-sayage. But there has
been so little worth existing for, of
later
And she sang soft, glad roundelays
to herself like robin, as she sewed.
The Judge looked sleepily at his
daughter-in-law, across the noh-table,
"Did that very agreeable gentleman
come for those shells, Cissy?n said he.
I'VE gathered them together said
Cecilia Yorke, smiling. Here are ten
dollars that he paid me. We are going
again tomorrow, if it is pleasant He
is great paleontologist, papa
rs he. indeed?" said the Judge, his
dim old eyes Frightening at the sight of
the gold coins, ''Then perhaps our
beach may turn out mine of wealth
yet-eh, Cissy?'
Mrs. Yorke smiled, and patted the
wrinkled, white old hand
Il think, papa" she said, "Tm not
certain, but | think there are good times
in store for me YETI
The Judge said he was glad to hear
il. And then tell mildly asleep in his
chair.
When Mr.. Cleve proposed to Cecilia
Yorke, she made no scruple to confess
that she liked him.
But there's papa" 5hs said, gently,
but firmly. 81 can never leave him. I
promised my dead husband always to
be true daughter 10 papa,''
''And | honor you Tor it. my love-"
said the paleontologist, HE shall be
an honored guest in our city home all
winter; aid III lie summers we will
come out here and drink in the salt
breath of the Atlantic
But the very next night the old Judge
fell asleep in his chair and never woke
again, and Cissy's work was over.
She was married quietlyto Mr.. Clere,
and went to the city.
'>Do you know. Cissy, what they say
about youPn said the paleontologist one
evening after a grand scientific recep-
tion.
WHAT" said Cissy, lifting the lark
spur-blue eyes to his face.
''fhat You are the beauty of the sea-
SON. said Mr. Cleve.
'Ir' cried Cissy, in amazenlent. 81
always knew l was well-looking enough
but l never thought myself beautiful -
IL did said Mr. Cleve. Even on
that first day at the seaside, when vcur
hair was rough. and your dress untidy.p
And Cissy smiled and colored, and
did not know whether To lauph or tn ba