The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1883-07-25

senseless persistency, that the men are
as mercenary as themselves. Marry an
heress not if she were as beautiful as
as Venus, and every word she
dropped was transmitted into a kohl
moor ~
Mr.. Browne pushed off in his surf
boat, dashing and plunging through
the breakers like sailor, born and
bred. lie rowed out mile or two to
another fishing boat containing a
couple of barefooted boys eight and
ten, with wide-brimmed hats, and
bright, tanned faces and brown eyes.
A tall lad of sixteen, worried and
misunderstanding, who was evidently
dismayed at the increasing swell of the
sea, and the freshening south wind,
was of this company, and also a young
girl with lovely dark gray eyes grave
and thoughtful, yet bright and flash
ing as she looked at Harry while he
rOwed nearer and nearer in response to
the halo of the boys.
A decidedly nice-looking girl, hardly
what one would call handsome. and
yet the pure, fair complexion, ever so
lightly suntanned, the scarlet mouth
so tightly closed, the waving. deep
gold-colored hair, thickly braided and
hanging down to her waist, and the
glorious gray eyes made whole that
Harry Browne quite thoroughly ad-
mired as he pulled alongside and spoke
to her.
"You seem to be in some difficulty"
he remarked, touching his hat, court
eously.
She bowed.
"Joe is rather demoralized, think
There is no danger, is there?" Harry
glanced at Joe's scared face, and the
restless antics of the boys in the tiny
boat.
"If you had a man in charge who
knew his business there would be no
shadow Of danger. AS it is this young
man has no excusefor venturing so far
out"
ave were fishing" she said, in a
pleasant, apologetic way, "and didn't
realize how far we had gone. Well"
with troubled look that was more
anxiety than fear, "we must do the
best we can. Perhaps you would tell
Joe what to do with the boat"
Harry replied: elf you will allow
me to exchange places with your pilot
l will row you ashore. am Harry
Browne, of -, brokers, - street,
at present stopping at the Seaside
house"
"You are very kind, Mr.. Browne,
and will thankfully accept you offer.
My name is May Harper"
She laughed as if the oddness Of the
mutual introduction amused her, and
Harry made up bis mind that she was
the very incest girl he had met in
many day.
"Well, then, Joe, you jump in here
and row yourself to shore. You won't
have any trouble to take yourself only,
viii youp'
The alacrity with which the lad
changed from the Bella to the Sadie
was sufficient answer, and neither
Harry nor Miss Harper could help
smiling as Joe put for the shore.
81 dare say he thought it was all
right" May said, apologetically.
He'd no business to think so,
though. Shall take you straight back,
Miss Harper, or would you rather fish
awhile longer?"
"If you please, will go back. Aunt
Jane will be worried about me"
She leaned against the side of the
boat, trailing her hand in the water,
while the two children sat quiet as
mice, watching Harry with awe and
admiration as he pulled long, steady
strokes that sent them spinning along,
while Harry thought:
"She is the most sensible girl | ever
came across. Pretty, modest, dignifed,
pleasant. with no sham reserve about
her, any more than too much freedom.
And what a thorough lady she is ! l
know it as well as if had met her a
thousand times"
And May, sitting opposite him,
watching the water as it danced and
sparkled, thought if ever there was a
true gentlemen in manner, speech and
action, it was this handsome stranger
who was rowing her to shore.
"Will you tell me opposite to which
hotel 1 am to row you?" he said, as,
after a most delightful hours CONVEX
sation, he rested on his oars and waited
her commands.
She laughed.
"Oh, no, not at any hotel. 1 am
stopping at one of the iishermen's cot
tages, about two miles further down,
on your left"
Harry was delighted with the pros
pect of &C Cntinuing with her.
"Yes, know where you mean. The
place we call Sandy Beach,
"Yes; and you can't imagine how
lovely tits there old-f fashioned, rather
crowded quarters, to be sure, but with
not the faintest vestige of anything
like fun or style.
"And you actually are boarding
there, Miss Harper? Why didn't you
; come to one of the notes.-the Seaside