Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1882-09-12

she was unique, incompatible, not mere
ly specimen Of type. How many
youthful lovers have thought and
will think the same as the tide Of life
flows on
Accident did our shy hero good turn
at last, as accident sometimes will.
Walking by himself one afternoon along
the wild shore beyond Saurs Cliff, he
came upon the lady of his thoughts at
moment of evident difficulty. Her little
dog had slipped and fallen to the bottom
of rather high shelving cliff, the tide
was making in fast, and she was evil
IDENTIFY hesitating whether or not to climb
down to his assistance question COM
plicated by the doubt as to whether once
down, she would be able to climb up
again. Robert grasped the situation
promptly and proffered help, which was
gladly accepted. To his experienced
powers the cliff presented no difficulties,
and in fire minutes the rescued terrier
was in his mistress's arms, and the sweet
voice which Robert knew so W ii was ut.
ter;ng cordial thanks.
The dog had lamed himself in his fall
and limped and whined when set down.
Another opportunity. "May not car
ry him home for you !" Robert asked.
"You are quite too good. fear you
will find him troublesome" D."
"Oh not a. all. | lik, dogs" So
the two walked on over the cliff, with
sea vistas on one hand and mountain
glimpses on the other, and before they
reached the little brown cottage in the
field, Roberts shyness had fed under
TIE spell of his companions cordial ease
and tact, and he found himself talking
hlently and with pleasure as he had
never talked to lady before in his life.
.'What beautiful view y he said,
gazing seaward from the door of the cot
tage.
IL think 50. 1t is my favori,e of all
the many beautiful views at Bar Harbor.
You must come and see it often, Mr..
Arnold. My little piazza is quite at
yoar service any afternoon if you want
a quiet place in which to study or smoke
and can not find one to your taste at
Rodick's. | never use it myself, excep,
in the morning and evening; but hope
you will occasionally come there also
to see me. Thank you so much for
Your kindness to Tatters.'
What a frank, charming creature"
thought Robert, as he made his way
across the stubble- fields towards the ho
tel. How few girls are capable of such
nsffcc,ed sincerity. without any heslta-
tionor arrieres peRsees. Dear me ifthey
only knew what an attraction it is -
Which reflection might lead TO a doub.
as to whether Mr.. Arnold experience of
of the sex at Bar Harbor had or had
not been blessed to his perceptive facll-
ties.
"Saw YOU walkin' with Miss Nus.
grove and caryin' her dawg," remarked
the clerk, with a grin, as he came in.
Didn't know you at first. Thought
maybe twas him come back"
Him who Robert was to proud
to ask, but the pronoun rank!el in his
mind.
Not for long. however. As time went
on, and acquaintance progressed with his
charmer, and no "him' appeared to mar
the harmonious flow Of events, the cir-
cums,ance passed from his memory. He
went often to the little brown cottage in
the stubble- e-aeld spending solitary after
Moons there with cigar and mineral
o,ical treatise, and now and then tete-
a.tete with its mistress. Sunset usually
brough. a rush of idlers to the piazza,
and their appearance wis signal for flight
Quite at his ease now with Miss Mus
grove, he was shy and difficult Of access
as ever to all others. He invariably re-
connoitered the premises from point OF
observation in the fields, and the hutter
Of alien petticOats on the porch would
suffice TO send him back again 10 the no.
tel.
Miss Musgrove who treated him with
the frankness of an older sister, rallied
him occasionally on his peculiarly.
Il can't help it," he woald say "lt
is my bringing up.
"But YOU are not shy with me.
No; but that is different. You are
so-what shall call il $50 simpatica.
You uuderstand-you must put me at
ease"
80 would these other ladies' pretty
soon if you gave them chance. =.
But Robert only shook his head.
So, Tapped in foolish paradise, unwill.
ing or unable to analyze the deepening
which held him, Robert Arnold dritted
through July, through August and into
the heart of that golden September which
is only known to the dwelers Of the North
lands, and suddenly, like frost in ripe
roses, came blight of hope. Miss Mus
grove went suddenly away for couple
of days-to Portland, her maid said.
People were quitting the island in shoals
by that time the hotels were nearly emp
ty and the loneliness of those two days
was in part accounted for by the empty
tables; and the closed rooms. But
VIII en- the third morning came and Rob.
ert, with sense of reviving stood ready
to help his friend from her blackboard
the appalling apparition of gentleman
sitting at her siie presented itself-a
broad -shouldered handsome brown nava
officer, with evident air of proprietorshiI