The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1883-07-28


a thousand times"
And May, setting opposite him, watching
the water as it danced and sparkled, thought
If ever there was true gentleman in man
ner, speech and action, 1t was this hand
some stranger who was rowing her to shore.
"Wlll you tell me opposite to which hotel
| am glad to row you?' he said, as after a
most delightful hours conversation he rest
ed on bis oars aud awaited her commands.
She laughed.
"Oh, DO, not at any hotel. / am staying
al one the flshermen's cottages about two
miles further down on your left"
Harry was delighted with the prospect of
continuing with her.
Yes. know where you mean. The place
we call Sandy beach,"
'Yes, and you can't imagine how lovely it
is Observation-Disclosures, rather crowded
quarters, to be sure, but with the faintest
vestige of anything like fun or style"
"And yon actually are boarding there,
Miss Harper? Why didn't you come to one
of the NOTES.-THE Seaside, for instance?
there
May smiled.
mot l. came to the seashore to enjoy
myself and get away from fashion and dress
and tiresome people,"
"And you have succeeded in ENJOYING
yourself at Sandy beach9'
admirably, these four weeks. You are
the first devotee Of the world that | have
seen since l came here"
Her dark eyes sparkled mischievously as
she gave glance across at him.
rs that really so? | hope, then, you will
not condemn yourself to such isolation any
longer at least for me. May join in your
solitary amusement, Miss Harper?'
faint finish Grant softly Ovar har rapa
pale face as she said:
Il am not sure viii aud Ben will agree to
such an arrangement. They are my INSOFAR
ahle companions in my rambles," and she
looked at the two little lads.
Harry gravely produced handful of PEN
MES, which he gave them.
Now, young gentlemen, may escort you
ana MISS Harper on charming excursion
know of Tomorrow
May, laughing. sPromise me you won't
tell any one there is anybody down at Sandy
beach, win you2 Occasionally fishing
parties come to arrange with Uncle John
and Aunt Jane Jackson-hosrible, isn't itY-
but contriye that no one sees me, for I am
determined not to be drawn into society this
summer If can help it, Idon't want to see
company"
s'But you don't regard me as company"
"No," she replied, Il don't regard you as
company
After that it was all up with Barry
Browne, and he went back to the Seaside
house acknowledging that he was in love at
last, and with an unknown, obscure girl,
who, doubtless for other reasons than her
dislike for society, perhaps for pecuniary
reasons, was staying at Sandy beach. He
liked her all the better for it; he honored
her good sens and fell over head and ears
in love.
The next three weeks were the most bless
ed ones he ever had spent in his life. He
disguised Adele Fayton and her friends
daily by his persistent neglect of them. He
continued his solitary excursions solitary
till he came to Sandy beach, where May was
always ready to accompany him, or entertain
him, or bewitch him, until one day he told
her he loved her dearly, and that it was tie
one wish of his life to have her for his wife.
And May with her soft eyes shaded with
the tenderness of love and trust unspeak-
able, looked in his handsome face and told
him she had loved him from the moment he
had rowed up beside her that summer day.
AS he took her in his arms and imprinted
lovers kiss on her red lips and put his arm
around her slim waist, his heart gave great
throbs of thanksgiving for the blessing on
him
The piazza of the Seaside house was be-
wildering bright scene, with the gayly-
dressed girls standing in earnest CONVERSE
ton as Harry Browne came up to the house
Adele layton tossed her pretty dark head.
saucily.
"Therel Didn't say Mr.. Browne would
be on hand to greet the heiress? You men
can't Withstand such golden temptation.
Mr.. Browne, she has arrived at last.''
''She? Who?"
Adele laughed sarcastically.
There isn't the least use in your pretend
ing you don't know what mean. You know
/ mean the heiresse
Harry smiled-a sort of pity coming over
him as he remembered how much happier he
was than the one who should be fortunate
with this wonderful new conner.
Bertha Hunter went up to him in her
gushing manner.
Il prophesy you will be the very first to go
wild over her. She is just what imagine
you will like. Great. dark gray eyes and the
goldenest hair: and so romantic; / wonder
you never came across her in your solitary
rambles. She has been staying down at old
Jackson's cottage all summer; but then Nav
Harper always had curious ideas. At all
events she is here now, and am dying TO
introduce you, Mr.. Browne"
He stood confounded for a moment while
he tried to realize it.
May, his darling, the heiress whom he had
declared he would rather commit suicide
than marry? May, in her cheap blue flannel
suits, with no gloves or lace on her hands or
face; she the great heiress whose movements
and sayings were chronicled in the daily pa
pers-whose dresses were copied by less fav-
ored mortals. whose presence was as welcome
as the sunshine?
'And she is pretty, too,' Adele Fayton
sol n fln lxy - "a
shame. 81 saw her as she went to her
room.p
Harry glanced up composedly at the array
OF faces and said: 81 am glad You think May
is pretty. l think she is the loveiesI girl
living. SO you did not know that l was en-
gagged to her?'
There followed a lull in the merry chatter
that eloquently expressed the dumbfounded
establishment of Ha.ry's announcement.