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

Sunset on old Rocky Head; ribbon
of gold quivering across the level floor
of the deep; delicious sea-breeze. fresh
from leagues and leagues Of green,
cool waves, and an impalpable aureate
mist, through which the far-o4 sails
glimmered like phantoms.
Annie Wilton saw and felt through
every fibre the beauty Of the July
evening as she sat on ledge Of rock,
with wet trails of sea-weed at her feet.
end shells cleaning white amid the
silver sand, printed in odd crinkles by
the ebbing tide.
"How strange it all isl" said she;
Sand how very much nicer it is here
than to be sitting in state in that hor-
rid hotel parlor, with the cornices and
mirror. frames ali glittering, and the
air full of Lubin's perfumery, and
everybody staring at you to make sure
your face is not imitation and that your
diamonds are reall'
PenGeld Acres thought so, too; but,
then, Penfeld had habit of asserting
to whatever Annie said. Annie Will
toms eyes had just the velvety blue
ness of the heur-de lis, and they spark
led SO coquettishly that you must have
been Methusaleh indeed to resist their
| beams.
Pen Acres didn't try. Evidently he
had surrended at discretion long ago.
Sand is your grandfather as cross as
ever, Anniep said he, pityingly.
Apparently this question was part
of conversation temporarily suspen-
ded.
Annie made little gesture of de-
spair.
"Oh, Pen, the word don't express it.
CROSSE He actually calls me goose,
and says that you're a shiftless yaga-
bondp"
''Does help Zen Acres looked lit
tie discounted. "For all that Annie,
am going to marry you'll"
Annie looked admiringly at her lover.
If the current of true love was deter
mined not to run smooth, 1t was some.
thing to have so valiant gondol;er
splashlng against the ominous tides.
"You see, my darling" went on
Mr.. Acres, there remains but one
course, and that is to"
"Come in out Of the dew this min
ute," barked out horse voice. Don't
you see how chilly it is gettingp Do you
want to be sickP Annie, you don't be.
have as If you bad common sensel AS
for Me- Acres"-with bounce in that
direction that made poor Pen start-"l
don't except anything like judgement
from himi"
mo, sirl I'm aware of that" said
Acres, recovering himself. "Aunie,
will you take my arm back to the
hotel?"
en- escort Miss Wilton myself, >
said Grandpapa Wilton, elbowing him
self in. Pray don't trouble yourself
strip
So Anna went home an unwilling
little prisoner of war, and Pen Acre:
was left to his solitary cigar.
"Ohl" thought Annie, as she put
out her light that night and nestled
into her little white bed, 81 do wisT
} grandpapa would appreciate Pen. And
don't want to go to that odious clan
party tomorrow. 1t will be so hot
and grandpapa will make me carry
such lot Of shells and stones, and
Pen isn't to be there, and-and-"
And here Annie Wilton went tC
sleep.
Seven oT eight miles west of Rocky
Head, an expanse of silvery sand led t.
plateau of rocky soil, and on this BED
aOuIished the mollusk known a.
"clam." and not until the last car
riage had discharged It's load under {
knot Of venerable cedars, did Anns
) discover with start of delight, thai
Pen Acres was of the party.
"Oh, Penl" she exclaimed, 81 uidn't
know-nobody told me-"
"Exactly sol' interrupted Grandpapi
Wilton, glaring defiance through hi
spectacles on the lover. 81 wish yoI
good-morning, Mr.. Acresl Where il
the basket, Annie? and where til,
glass jarsP Professor Popjoy tells m,
the finest asteriade in this country ar,
| to be found on this beach, to say moth
ing of crinoijs. Every second is o
e value. Come, girl-come at once"
And the old gentleman dragged he
remorselessly off.
There's no need of our trudinj
back through all this sun, my dear,
| said he, complacently, when Anni
limited at the collation. probably beini
spread. "I've got some excellen
sherry in my basket, and Mrs. Brown
very thoughtful woman is our land
lords wife-prepared me paper o
!, sandwiches, which will be suf1icienc,
for BOTH"
Annie's heart sank.
/, 'He will be disappointed, though
she; and the sherry and sandwiche
received but small honor at her hands
much to Mr.. Wilton's surprise.
81 thought you were SO hungry
child" he said
No, grandpapa," she answered
sadly.
And Mr.. Wilton inwardly conclude,
that girls are unaccountable creatures
The long shadows were stretching
on the bright sands. Annie sat on
level stone, with an open book in he
lap, when sudden step sounded o.
the sands beside her--a hand wa
laid on her book.