South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1883-07-13
Love at the Seaside.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.

yellow crepe locks which had cost bel
such an amount of midnight taper
bandoline aud hair pinning the nigh,
before. -,
! yes said Miss Deane, q naughty
city belle, when there is such a ter.
rible disproportion of beaux- to our fe.
male ranks, too! Stay and read to us
to-day, Mr.. Ayliffe2' 80
And half a dozen: merry .damsels
all in futtering muslin dresses and
dainty seaside coiffnres, ihimed in to
the general effect. y r.-
But Hugh Aylitfs went on screwing
the joints of his fishing tackle, with a
dellberation which seemed to his fair
companions very like Indifference
Nor, to tell the. truth. were, they fur
wrong. He was tired OF the ferns
aud ceremonies ofthe great hotel
he was weary Of small talk and hirta.
tons and stale quotations and petty
riyalries. The great ocean lay before
him with lis blue sparkling stretch O.
waves, lis golden vapors in which the
white sails seemed to glisten and van.
ish like ships seen in dream; the
salt breeze famed his forehead with a
touch that seemed to whisper Come.
And Hugh Ayliife was going.
4 shall be back by nightfall,' said
Mr.. Aylitfc, half apologeticaIIy.
Indeed said Dora, superciliously
'and what are we girls TO do. all the
tedious long hours Of the day?'
Il understand perfectly said Miss
Deane. We've got to be bores-
he's tired of u.s. When the heiress
comes, we shall SEQ new state of
things together =
Il tell you said Hugh, laughing,
I've no faith in the heireas. She's a
myth, an entirely fictitious parsonage
whom mine host holds up as a bal,
to empty poclleted young men,
oh, but she is comiug-I know
from letters haze received. And
when the heiress is. here, Mr.. Hugh
adleu to all your deli ghtful fishing ex.
petitions and lonely rambles.'
Hugh colored slightly, for Miss
Deane had infused degree OF real
venomous malice into her playful
badinage which stung his quick inne,
percer lions.
You may set your heart at rest
Madalena Deane,' he said quietly. Il
would sooner cutoff my right hand
than marry an hciressr
What a pity ali men aren't of your
opinion!' laughed Malalena.
And what pity that all young la
dies don't give men credit for at leas
one little atom ofcommon sense and
honor! added Hughscathingly, as he
walked quietly Oft with his fishing
rod on his shoulder.
Miss Madalena had enjoyed the lit.
tic passage alarms She was sorry
when Hugh Ayliffe was gone.
Meanwhile the gentleman himself
was striding swiftly ON the level shing
ly beech, strewn with tiny white shells
and long wet tresscs of black-greon
sea weed, LEFT there by the recedine
tide.
What fools the girls are 2 said Mr.
Aylfto TO himself. Little merceuary
man9uverers themselves, they give
us credit for the shallow scheming
the same lack of heart aud honor.
wish the fabulous heiross that they
pirate about would come. | should
Just like TO be little rude to her to
show them how utterly mistaken they
arc
\ lie had nearly reached the shelter.
ell little cove where his boat was gen.
orally secured to an iron ring in O
shelving mass of rocks, when some
thing came futtering down on the
yellow sand at his feet--a Gypsy oi
delicately fine straw, with a wreath
of silvery wild daisies. evidently fresh
gathered, twisted round its bIim.-
The next instant wave caught at il
with white foamy fingers, aud away
I 1t iloated Ike some strange sea bird.
1t was the impulse of the moment
for Hugh AyIitfc to grasp at it with
bis long jointing fishing rod and
bring 1t safe to shore; and as eshool;
the salt, glttering drops from its drip.
ping blue ribbons two or three merry
little children, their bare feet glanc.
ing Whitley over the sand, came run
ming round the edge Of the rock.
Its Olives, sir; and Benny drop
ped it, and we thought it was lost
who is Olive, SIR was the emf.
nently satisfactory reply.I'And she's up
on the rocks And oh! please sir.
would you please give me that hat,'
iii take it to her said Mr.. Ayliftc.
The little ones ran ON ahead, and
he followed, MP a steep, winding path
which led to flat table rock where
two or three dwarfed cedars afforded
a reach of shade which was not unre-
freshing upon the sultry August
morning.
A tall, pale girl sat there, in dress
OF silvery grey, falling in long,
straight folds about her, with a bow OF
vivid scarlet ribbon at her throat, and
loose brown curls or her shoulders
not a pretty girl. but a strangely in.
Il a.