The Penn's Grove record., 1884-06-14
THE HERES.

Adele Fayton gave a vexed little toss
of her head-a gesture intended to be
awfully a~nnihilating to Mr.. Harry
Browne, standing on the lower step OF
the piazza at the Seaside House.
Every well, go, Of course, MI.
Browne, if you prefer; but really, l
think it is too bad of you."
"Of course it is" added pretty Miss
Hunter, with the golden locks and
baby blue eyes that were considered
irresistible by the generality of the
sterner sex. "Of course it is too bad,
when you know that to a dozen ladies
stopping at the Seaside there are only
such a few gentlemen. know what
the trouble is, though, don't l, Mr..
Browne2 You are tired of us-the
same over and overland you are re-
serving your forces until the much
talked of and anxiously expected beauty
and heiress arrives upon the scene"
Harry turned lazily around and
smiled.
Il am afraid l have to incur a great
risk in contradicting a lady, he said
good humoredly.
Naughty Adele Fayton flashed him
a half indignant, half sarcastic glance
from her black eyes and Said,-
"And when the heiress has arrived,
| dare say Mr.. Browne will suddenly
lose all his interest in his solitary boat
rides and fishing excursions, while we
forlorn maidens get through the day
as well as we can in lonesomeness. Mr..
Browne. you are selfish"
"Well, yes, rather, if always want
ing the best of everything concerned
is what you call selfish. But | will
redeem my character by proving to
you that which will doubtless set your
hearts at rest. don't believe in your
wonderful coming beauty and heiress,
to begin with. And in the second
place, | would commit hari-kari before
I'd marry an heiress, Now am | vim
~dicated2"
He bowed and walked off, just a lit
tie to the discontinue of the ladies' on
the piaZza-went to the beach where
his boat and fishing tackle awaited him,
with more of a Disguised, impatient
look on his face than was customary
with him.
what a lot of idiots a fellow comes
across in the course of life. Because a
lot of pretty girls lose their heads when
a wealthy beau comes along, they
argue, with a woman's senseless persis-
tency, that the men are as mercenary
as themselves. Marry an heiress, not
if she were as beautiful aS-as Venus,
and every word she dropped was trans.
mitted into a k~Oh-i-noOTl"
Mr.. Browne pushed off in his surf
boat, dashing and plunging through
the breakers like a sailor, born and
bred. He rowed out a mile or TWO to
another fishing boat containing a
couple of bare-foOted boys eight and
ten, with wide-rimmed hats, and bright
tanned faces and brown eyes. A tall
lad of sixteen, worried and anxious
looking, who was evidently dismayed
at the increasing swell of the sea and
the refreshing south wind, vas of this
company, and also a young girl with
lovely dark gray eyes-graye and
thoughtful, yet bright and flashing as
she looked at Harry while he rowed
nearer and nearer in response to the
halo of tina boys.
\ decidedly nice looking girl; hardly
what one could call handsome, and yet
the pure, fair complexion, ever so
lightly sun tanned, 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 a whole that
Harry Browne quite thoroughly adj
mlred as he pulled alongside and spoke
to her.
You seem to be in some |diticulty,p
he remarked, touching his hat cOur-
teously.
She bowed.
Joe is rather demorallzed, | think.
There Is no danger, is Thereof
Harry glanced at JOe's scared face,
| and the restless antics of the tiny boat.
IF you had a man in charge who
knew his business, there would be no
shadow of danger. As it 10, the young
man has no excuse for venturing so far
out"
I'VE were tishing," she said, in a
pleasant, apologetic way, land | didn't
realize how far we had gone. Well, "
with a troubled look that was more
anxiety than fear, 1--WE must do the
best we can. Perhaps you would tell
Joe what to do with the boat"
Harry replied
"If you will allow me TO exchange
places with your pilot, | Will row you
ashore. | am Harry Browne, Of,
brokers, - street, at present stop
J ping at the Seaside House"