The Labor enquirer., 1883-03-10

had not been seen on the avenue that
season. They started off, tossing their
heads, biting and Bnapping at each other
so that tola stranger they might have
seemed about to run away. But in
reality it.was only pIayfulnesS, and if it
had been more, their owner, a skillful
whip, could have controlled them. De
Courcy drove ar pund by Bateman's.
There had been a gale in the night, and
the surf was brea liking tigh and wild
over the reefs outside and all along that
rocky coast. The horses were pulled up
and long after all the other carriages had
driven home our party stood looking at
the sea and sunset. When the last bars
of gold and crimson had died out from
the western sky, ahd the shores Of Mar
ragansett grew gh4 h4stly in the shadows,
Kate. who had II eally forgotten every
thing but thgscene, began to sing in
low voice, as If to herself, Kingsley,s
Three Fishermen. "
Three fishers went sailing outinto the west,
Out into the west as the sun went down;
Each thought of thewomau who loved him
the best;
And the children stood Watching them out
of the town.
For men must work, and women must weep, |
And there's little to earn, but many to keep, |
rho the harbor bat be moaning.
Before she had finished the first verse
she became conscious Of what she was
doing, and Wouid h hRve stopped, but her
mother insisted. she must 90 on, 50 sheI
sang the ballad through, her voice rising |
strong and clear. with emotion. /
Three wives sat up III the lighthouse tower, |
And watched the sky as the 96n went
down,
They looked at the sd quawI, anQ they looked
at the shower,
And the night-rack came rolling up ragged /
and brown.
For men must mOrk, and women must weep, |
Tho storms be sudden and waters deep,
And the harbor bar be moaning.
Three corpses lay out on the shining strand, |
In the morning sun, when the tide went
doWn;
And the #omeu are weeping and Wringing |
their hands,
For those who shall never come back to the
town.
For men must work, and W6mon must weep, !
And the sooner it's oyer the sooner to Sleep /!
And good-by to the bar and its moaning.
She sang this last verse with inexpres-|
sibIe pathos, her voice full Of tears No
one spoke when she had finished, but
after awhile De Courcy drove slowly |
home.
Il did not know you sang" he said,
finally, when they had left the sea out
of sight; NOR did I ever hear that song
set to the air you sang it to. Whose
music is it,"
81 don't think it has ever been pub
ljshed, began Kate, evasjvely.
1T is nothing to be ashamed of, my
child" interrupted her mother. "The
music is Hates own, general Shesaid
she never could find any that expressed
for her the full pathos of the words
and so she tried for herselno
"Nor did |, was all De JoQrcy said i
and he looked dreamiIy into the far dis,
tance. |
From that evening Njes>Woggles felt
she was playing a joosing game. Not
only had De Ccurcr deserted her, but .
others, awakened to kute'~ rare IoyIiness,
left the hrjrcss for the rising lumjnary. .
In vain She wore her most exquisite
I,arisiau dresses, dresses that the great |.
Worth himself had made In vain she .
exercised all her shallow arts Of coquetry
Id draw De Conrcy to her side, Her
star was waning. People no longer |
talked Of her and her wardrobe, but of
tie -race and mUdesty Of this beautiful |.
Miss Gordon. At every picnic and re-
capti0n Kate was now the tavorite belle. |
"What a wicked wretch our friend, |
De co0rcv. is" said Frank, roughishlv, |
one day, when alone with his sister. .
Il heard Miss Woggles, just now, ask
Iju if she didn't speak English with |
French accent, and he had the cruelty .
to tell her no, I never informed you,
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