The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-12-12

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! one else, / should so gladly call my
son. OF course it all rests with Het-
ty but know she does not dislike you,
and you must trust to time for1the rest.
Love such as she gave poor JackN per-
| haps the same woman never gives twice
over; but there's no reason why she
shouldn't love you we'll and make you q
good wife. The grief of two years back
Is passing away--it is more the physical
state left by the shock of that time that.
wears on her now. Perhaps she wall
never be very robust, but you will take
good care of her Tn certain" &
"She shall be strong again, please
God, if / can make her so by my devo-
ton" said Huntingdon, while a vision
of unspeakable happiness danced before
his minds eyes-a snow-whlte yacht
cruising among smiling islands in a.
summer sea, seeking health for her
who was its queen. -..s. ...~E
I'll leave the business to look after
itself" he thought, with a glow of rap
ture, "and travel round the world with
her till the color comes back to her pale
face, and the light to her eyes-yes,
and the happiness to her heart.
SO the fortnight wore away, and an
other was we'll nigh gone, and yet
Wayne fingered at Newton-on-Sea He
was never away from Hetty's side; he
fetched and carried for her like dog,
he was "a slave to her reTery wish. DIR.
and Mrs. Marshall regarded him with
undisguised favor. Tom, the enfant
terrible of the family, voted him mo
end jolly" and Hetty-Hetty liked him
we'll; her eyes frightened when he came
she missed him when he was away; he
was so thoughtful, so kind, so good, no
one could help being fond of-hir. +-2
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
we're no lives lost, they heard, but the
Iifsboat 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
Tomugto the scene of the disaster in
Hetty's little pony carriage. m~t
What a drive that vast Wayne will
never forget it while he lives. The
hedges we're all aglow with the. June
roses and the h~oneysuckle, and a breath
of summer floating up to them from the
narrow winding lanes. The pony was
fat and indolent andatook its own time.
Wayne would not have hurried one of
its steps. The sun was setting when
they reached the solitary bay where the
steamer had run ashore, and a golden
glory shone over the sky and sea-edg-
ing the cloud banks with unearthly
splendor, and dyeing with crimson the
shallow pools left by the r~etreating 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 sueh exquisite pleasure for
him before. Her little light shawilay
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 cliG flower, and, after o
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 hislow-
spoken word of thanks? raos s
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-Yayes had ragged not many
hours ago. Hetty was all excitement
to see the rescued people; while Tom,
with the frankness of his age and kind,
declared aloud that this sort of ship-
wreck wasn't much good-there wasn't
any drowning to be donet
The thoughtful Huntingdon had, of
course, brought a telescope, and stood
like a statue Of Atlas, while Hetty rest
ed the glass on his shoulder and
watched their boats land their burdens
at the little fishing pier. u
He was in a sort of rapt dream, hear
ing dimly Hetty's little eiaculationg 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
sombre cliffs and level waste Of water,
and throwing into sharp relief each
black stake of the fishing-neis which
dotted the bosom of the broad bay.
1t seemed to Wayne that lie would
Like to stand just SO foreyer-Hetty
close to him, he her support and com.
fort, no n to come between, for Tom
certainly did not count for much. Was
ut not q typesof what all their life to
come was to be? Crimson glorv-Het-
ty depending on him, his highest hap
piness to minister to her.
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