The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1884-07-03
hat his friend expected him to say

that his friend expected him to say
something.
"IIer father owns a small fishing
smack-he is a real character. And
her mother is one of those nice old Ii.
dies that one seldom sees. Domestic,
you know--neat-h Phillis-all
that sort of thingl Ill take you there
Jack, if you'll promi4e not to find fault
with the primitiveness of the thing"
ooh, I'll promise" said DIR. Bolton.
Bolton was a man of instincts. And
in this case, his instinct told him that
VIII Carlisle was altogether astray.
"Ie is beauty-struck." he said to
himself. "For the time he is bewitch-
ed. It'a the old story of Ulysses and
the Sirens over again"
But he went to the seaside cot where
Augusta Cotton had all the old china
pitchers filled with wild flowers, and
sat like a modern Flora, dimpled and
smiling, in their midst.
She said very little, but she smiled
great deal--and Carlisle was more in
fatuated than ever when he came
away, towards II o'clock of dark and
brooding August night, with sus-
picious closeness in the air, and vivid
sheets of lightning here and there
isn't she perfect?" he cried, as he
and Bolton walked along the edge of
the shore
"She is very beautiful-yes.'
"And graceful-and womanly ?"cried
the lover, greedy for praise.
81 concede all of that slowly spoke
Bolton; "but l don't call her exactly
lady,"
"Pshaww said Carlisle. "Your
ideas are formed on the hackneyed
model of society. A girl like Augusta
is capable of any degree of polish.
And did you observe what sweet low
voice she had-like lute?"
"Granted; but it struck me that her
grammar was little shaky now and
then"
"Oh, grammar; that's nothing,
She'll soon pick. up the phrases Of the
people she is with"
Carlisle" cried his friend quickly,
''you are not engaged to her?"
"No; but l shall be within the next
twenty-four hours" boldly asserted
Carlisle.
q beg of you, do nothing rash,"
entreated Belton. "Wait little,
until"
Don't preach" little impatiently.
81 tell you, I've been considering the
matter all summer, and l have made
up my mind"
"Then there is no use in my argu-
ing the point" said Bolton.
mo use at ALL" cried Carlisle, 81
call myself a not contemplate judge of
Character, and pronounce Augusta
Cotton to be one of the sweetest and
rarest types of true womanhood"
BY this time, however, the long i'm
pending storm had burst. Sheets of
rain poured down, vivid lightning cleft
the sky, casting a lurid glow on the
boiling waves, unpleasant showers of
spray began to deluge them ever and
anon,
Il hope you are certain about the
path" said Bolton, who was quite new
to this coast country.
"Well, I thought l was" answered
Carlisle. "But the tempest and dark
ness seem to have blotted out the old
landmarks. Here is some one coming.
Let's ask him. My friend, are we in
the right way for the Point?"
"Ain't goin' to Point" answered an
inebriated voice. "Goin' back to public
oush. Ge-wet! Ge.cold! Berrer 90
back to public-oush."
"It's old Cotton" said Carlisle, some
what discounted. "He isn't ALWAYS
sober. Like other seafaring men, he
likes his grog."
"Your father-in-law elect, Ell ?" said
Beltpn, with a shrug of the shoulders.
"But you should see how angelically
sweet and forbearing Augusta is with
him" said Carlisle. "That is the thing
most admire in her-her perfect tenn
per. And of course we shall separate
her entirely from these awkward rela-
tionships. In the meantime-as the
old man is going back to the 'pablic-
oush-I suggest that we go back to
the cottage and get Augustus little
brother to pilot us in the right direc-
tion. Or. perhaps-I know they have
little spare room somewhere under
the eaves-they can keep us there all
night, don't like to ask it of them,
but do not see what else we can do"
In less than five minutes they were
once more knocking at the cottage
door-but to their surprise it was not
opened.
A tiny window at the left was push
ed the least bit ajar, and the voice of
the fair Augusta. shriller and sharper
than he ever could have believed pos
sible, out-shrieked the tempest.
"Go away!" she CRIED "Clear out!
won't have you in the house."
augusta Annv' demonstrated the
voice of old Mrs. Cotton from the in
side.
Hold your tongue, mai" screamed