The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1884-04-26

huulo uItm DhCh WIN du luNOluu-
tary cry, as a huge in-plunging wave
fiecked her dress with foam.
81 had no idea it was coming in so
rapidly" she said. "Yes, Pen, we will
walk along"
"Anniel" called out the old mans
shrill voice.
"Yes grandpapal" and the girl
shrank close under the cliff.
'Are you below therep"
Eyes, grandpapa."
''lt's all right. Don't go too far. "
mo, grandpapa"
And Mr.. Wilton dived once more
into the quarto volume.
"There is shameful inaccuracy
among our scientific writers on these
SUBJECTS" SAID he to himself. I've a
great mind to write book myself. 1
could tell em' a thing or two, think.
So he read on and on-and the breeze
grew cooler as the sun went down-and
Grandpapa Wilton suddenly started
from his studies.
"Dear mel it's after seven O'Clock.
L hadn't any idea how late it was
Anniel Anniel Come, child, or we shall
be too late for the carriageln Catching
the book In ono hand and the glass jar
in the other, he began to scramble
down the rocks. Suddenly he paused.
at can't be possiblel' cried he; sand
yet it is. The tide has risen and sur.
rounded mel Pm prisoner on this
point of rocksl''
He dropped his glass jar in dismay.
The actinla, in no wise dismayed by
the jingle of breaking glass, lost no
time IN returning to their natural ele-
ment; but Mr.. Wilton was too much
terrified to perceive their loss. The
dull roar of the constantly rising tide
sounded like dirge in his ears.
II can't swiml" gasped he feebly.
81 shall be drownedl Help somebody
-helpl helpl"
Suddenly ray of hope lit up his
face. A boat came gliding around the
shoulder of the cliff, containing man
ard woman.
Mr. Wilton, bethinking himself of
the invariable custom of castaways in
romance, knotted his yellow silk hand
kerchIef on his cane, and waved it
wildly in the air.
His signal was answered. A hand
| lyarcb;aP Hnf+arad from, tho hoaf x.,bIob
propelled by vigorous strokes, shot
swiftly toward him.
"Why, it's my AnnieI" cried Mr..
Wilton; 'Pen Acres Is with herl
Where did they get the boatP and where
did that young scoundrel come fromf
I'll settle him when Pm once off these
rocksl"
He began insts ntly to scramble
down; but the boat had come to a
standstill, almost twice its own length
from the spot where he stood.
"Come a little nearerl'' bawled the
old gentleman, hugging the quarto
volume to his breast. "Do you take
me for sea gull, to fly across2"
"That must be a very pleasant sit
uation for you sir" observed Pen
Acres, standing up in the boat and
wIping his brow.
"Then why the deuce don't you come
and take me Off" roared Mr.. Wilton.
because 1 wish to settle terms Of
our treaty first," said the unm0ved
Acres.
"Of our treaty."
'Exactly!" said Mr.. Acres. "Car
l have your granddaughter" d.
"Can marry Pen. grandpapaP'
echoed Annie,
"Nol" cried Mr.. Wilton; "certainly
notl'
"Just as you please" said Pen, re
seating himself, and taking up the
oars. "How very fast the tide is ris
ing, to be surel''
Mr.. Wilton looked apprehensively
down the cliff. Acres was Iight-tht
tide t0as rising.
"You're not going off to leave me
here" " he pleaded, "to be drowned like
a dogP"
"Do 1 understand that have you
consent to marry Annie Wilton?"
"N-nopr
The answer was trihe less decided
this tiIoe.
Mr.. Acres gave the oars a pull
Grandpapa Wilton uttered shout O
remonstrance.
"Pen, darlingl" pleaded Annie, lay
ing her hand on his arm.
''My love, he's as safe and as OBJ
stinate as possible" said Pen; "an(
we can't afford to raise the siege jus
yet."
All this time the boat was sfowl,
rocking away toward the sunset, anC
Mr.. Wilton was shouting unheedeC
words of summons.
He advanced step making an i'm
promptu speaking trumpet of hi
hands. "C-o.m-e-b-a-c-kr' roared he
Pen pulled around IN a second.
. YOU'RE an undutiful, irreverent
evil-minded young scaupp' said th,
old gentleman.
"Was that what you wanted to say
sirP"
: "Yes; but-hold onl Come back
sayI 1t wasn't ALL Only take me of
these confeunded rocks, and you ma,
marry Annie forty times, for all
; carel"
"Once will be quite sufficient, sir,
; sand Pen with commendable gravity.
, "Oh, grandpapa, am so gladI" criet