The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1884-12-19
Wavne fingered at Newton-pu-Sea. He

Wayne fingered at Newton-uu-Sea. He
was never away from Hettyis side; ne
fetched and carried for her like a dog
he was a slave to her every wish. DIR,
and Mrs. Marshall regarded him with
undisguised favor. Tom, the enfant
terrible of the family, voted him INC
end Jolly, Land Hetty-Hetty liked him
we'll; her eyes frightened when he came
she missed him when he was awav; he
was SO thoughtful, so kind, so good, nc
n could help being fond of him.
One night there was a storm, and by
noon the next day came the news that a
great ship from the Cape had gone to
pieces on the Razor Rocks, not two
miles away. Nothing would do but
that Hetty must go and see it. There
were no lives lost, they heard, but the
lifeboat people must wait till the tide
fell before they could get off all the
crew, and Hetty was eager to see the
rescue. So Huntingdon, of course.
volunteered to drive her and Master
Tom to the scene of the disaster in
Hetty's little pony-carriage.
What a drive that was! Wayne will
never forget it while he lives. The
hedges were all aglow with the June
roses and the honeysuckle, anda breath
of summer floating up to them from the
narrow winding lanes. The pony was
fat and indolent and took it's own time.
Wayne would not have hurried one Of
its steps. The SUI was setting when
they reached the solitary bay where the
steamer had run ashore, and a golden
glory shone ove the sky and sea-edg-
ing the cloud banks with unearthly
splendor, and dyeing with crimson the
shallow pools left by the retreating tide.
The cliff path to the shore was steep
and narrow. Wayne had to help Hetty
with a tender care. Perhaps life had
never held such exquisite pleasure fol-
him before. Her little light shawl lay
over his arm. her small hand rested in
his clasp. 1t seemed to him the world
was bounded by Hetty.
Never had his heart beat so high
with hope. Once she stopped to gath
er a tiny blue cliff flower, and, after s
moments pause, she shyly gave it to
him. Was it only the sunset glow that
Knocked his fancy, or did a delicate col
or really mount to her cheek at his low
spoken word of thanks?
Out, far out on the low, black ledge
of cruel rocks lay the great shattered
ship. Little boats piled swiftly and
safely across the quiet shadows where
the storm-waves had ragged not many
hours ago. Hetty was all excitement
to see the rescued people; while Tom,
with the %frankness of his g and kind,
declared aloud that this sort of ship
WRECK wasn't much good-there wasn't
any & nwning to be done!
Tho thoughtful Huntingdon had, of
course, brought a telescope, and stood
like u statue of Atlas, while Hetty rest
ed the glass on his shoulder and
watched their boats land their burdens
at the little fishing pier.
He was in a sort of rapt dream, hear
ing dimly Hetty's little CALCULATIONS OF
pity over the bedraggled aspect Of the
shipwrecked, and altogether ignoring
Master TOMS somewhat crude chatter,
as that youthful torment wetted his feet
at the margin of the tide, and gave his
opinion with delightful confidence upon
matters in general and shipwrecks in
particular. The sunset glory grew
brighter and more vivid, lighting UP the
,ombre cliffs and level waste of water,
and throwing into sharp relief each
black stake OF the tishing-nets which
dotted the bosom of the broad bay
1t seemed to Wayne hat he would
like to stand just so forever-Hetty
close to him, he her support and com
fort, no one to come between; for Tom
certainly did not count for much. Was
it not a type of what all their life to
come was to be? Crimson glory-Het-
t.y depending on him, his highest hap
piness to minister to her.
Suddenly into his dream rang a
shrek, wild and terrible. Tho tele-
scope rolled from his shoulder and
splashed into a pool at his feet, and as
he turned to catch Hetty's fainting fig
ure in his stalwart arms, with one light
ming tiasl, his eye fell where hers had
rested, and saw, in the crowded boat
load just reaching the shore, among the
bronzed and bearded faces of the
wrecked ships crew, the face of Hetty's
lost lover-his W brother Jacki
All! we'll, we'll. Wayne behaved
capital]y, every one said. "Old Don
behaved like the brick that he is ate,
all" to use jacks own expression. He
took his brother into partnership, and
enabled him to marry Hetty within six
weeks-Hetty, to whose cheeks the
roses had come back, as if by some mag
ic spell. He never married.
don was an old bachelor before he
was in knickerbockers," Jack confides
sometimes to his wife.
People say he means to leave all his
money to his neice, little Hetty, who
has her mothers eyes. And deep in o
secret drawer, carefully treasured from
prying eyes, lies d withered scrap OF
weed, which was once a blue cliff flower
and oil that is left to Huntingdon
Wayne of his hfe's one holiday.