Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1884-01-03

I going to be driven down TO the pier this
afternoon, and sit there for an hour, II
you will 90 with him.
81 shall be delighted. I am longing
to look at the sea myself" said Mar
garet.
| This project was carried out immedi-
ately after lunch. A basket carriage
came round, on seeing which, Mar
garet. in moment of forgetfulness, ex-
! claimed:
.'Oh, should like to drive that pony
if I may?''
"Can you driver" asked Rupert,
abruptly.
"Oh, yes. used--I used to drive
Mrs. Pierce's children about a great
DEAL" said Margaret, which was a
| strictly true statement so far as it went.
| Rupert yielded ready consent. The
man-servant, John, who attended him
in these expeditions, placed himself on
| the rack seat in charge of a bundle of
rugs. The boy looked white and bag
gard. ss Margaret Observed with a
thrill of pity. but appeared cheerful,
| and made no allusion TO the events of
| last night. As they drove from the house,
down from the hill toward the stone
bridge, he said, in kind of undertOne:
"Drive fast over the bridge, Mar
garet. while shut my eyes. / never
look at it if can help. 1t is to that 1
owe my misery, and often think it will
be the death of me at last, though /
don't know how
''YOu must put aside such morbid
fancies while you are with me-" she re-
piled, whipping up the pony and career
ing swiftly over the bridge and half
way up the opposite slope. Then Ru-
pert opened his eyes and told her the
way 10 drive to the town. He knew
every inch of the road, she remarked,
and seemed to love it. They drove
through the crooked, quaint old street,
and alighted at the pier head. A strong
young fisher boy. who seemed to know
all about them. and who greeted them
with friendly nod, came and held the
pony head while John supported Ru-
pert to the end of the per 1t was a
short old stone pier with stumpy old
lighthouse at the end of it, and the river
flowed between it and a similar pier
underneath frowning cliff into the sea.
The pier they were on was the west
pier; the other was called the east pier.
They formed, as it were, harbor gates,
between which the fishing-boats in
cessantly sailed in and out.
John, having arranged for his young
masters comfort as well as he could,
left them alone. At the moment no one
else was on the pier. They had their
backs to the land, and, by turning
little, could look northward to the long
line of cliffs which shimmered in a sill
yer haze and seemed rather to be rest
ing lightly on the sea than to have
their giant bases fathoms below its low
est depths. 1t was glorious panorama
blue sea and sky that was yet more
intensely azure; richly colored rock,
whose tones grew gradually into a soft,
neutral gray, as distance removed them;
the sea breeze, soft, yet bracing, and
not too rude in its breath; the splash of
the water; the voices of men and chill
dren calling to one another on the quay
at the other end of the pier; sweet
chimes from an old church ringing the
hour of three; for the rest, peace. calm
and solitude such as Nature, and she
alone, can and does give to the hearts
that love her.
After pause Rupert said:
you said you could sing bit. Mar
garet. 1 wish you would.'
What, here?''
"Why not? There's no one to listen;
and if there were, they are not critics.
Do sing! But let it be something wild
and simple-none of your operate
arias, or tioritura scenas."
Dear, dear! How very particular
we are! Well, here's an Irish song"
She sang Samuel Lovers sweet song:
"what would you do, Love,
If were going,
With white sea flowing,
The seas beyond ~ etc
81 like that" said Rupert, when she
had finished. ''You have delicious
voice, so fresh, like a mountain stream.
wish you would go on, if you don't
mind.''
Margaret had herself begun rather to
enjoy sending her voice out into the air,
across the water. She was quite in the
vein to ''go on" and did SO, breaking
out with:
at is an English lady bright
The sun shines fair on Carlisle WALL,
And she would marry q Scottish knight
(For love will still be lord OF alb"
This she sang to the end, when Ru-
pert informed her:
.They are music-loving people here.
and don't get concert on the pier for
ONCAy UAA AON' ~~~
look at your audience"
Margaret turned hastily, and beheld
at some little distance behind her some
half-dozen marines in semi-circle.
quite silent, and listening attentively,
their bronzed faces looking picturesque
" weather-beaten above their closely
fitting blue and crimson jerseys. They
looked somewhat sheepishly at one an
othe<when their presence was discov-
cred. Their presence alone, however,
would certainly not have disconnected
Margaret. The presence, with them,
of Louis Baldwin did. He. too, had
evidently been listening to her singing.
and, with slight smile on his face.
was leaning up against post near one
of the fishermen. He took off his hat |
as he encountered her gaze, politely
wished her good afternoon. and then,
looking toward one of the fishermen,
said:
"You look as if the spirit moved you |
to say something or other, Jake-per- |
haps to thank this lady. am sure she