Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1885-11-14

..Gentlenen don't Usually travel about m
caravanAn
"You arc m artist, am informed" 70
turned Monk
ssSomething Of that SORT" was the reply.
II paint . little for pleasure"
'iAnd do you find this neighborhood sms
your pu1posei Il b somewhat hat ana un-
picturesque" az.
II rather ike II, /" answered Brinkley. 1t
Is pretty in summer; It must be splendid IN
winter, when the storms begin, and the I'M
eventful career Of our friend William Jones
Is varied by the excitement OF wrecka
How Monks forehead darkenedi But his
face smiled still as he said:
att is not often that shipwrecks occur now,
lam glad 10 Ay."
'sNor said Brinkley, dryly. "Ihey used 70
b common enough fifteen years agof
Their eyes met, and the eyes Of Monk were
full of fierce suspicion.
"Why fifteen years ago especiallyT
The Young man shrugged his shoulders.
81 was told only to-day Of the loss OF ono
great ship at that time. Matt told me, the
little founding You know Matt, Of courseF
81 know whom you mean. Excuse me,
but YOU seem to be very familiar with her
Manner
sIsuppose 1 am" replied the young man.
seMatt and are excellent friends"
Monk did not smile now; all his efforts TO
do so were Intellectual. With an expression
of savage dislike he looked in Brinkley face,
and lis voice, though his words were still
civil, trembled and grew harsh ''as scrannel
pipes of straw"
MAY ask if you purpose remaining long
in the neighborhood?'
81 don't know" answered the artist my
time is my own, and shall stay as long as
the place amuses me.
"if can assist in making it do SO, shall
be happy, sir"
''Thank you"
"Do YOU care for rabbit shootingi If so
there is some sport to be had among the sand
hills"
'Tnever shoot anything" was the reply,
"except, I suppose, folly as it flies;' though
with what species of flrearm that interesting
sport is pursued, he added, as if to himself,
81 haven't the slightest idea"
''Well. good-day," said Monk, with an un-
EASY scowl. 'If I can be of any service to
you, command meT
And, raising his hatagain, he stalked away.
sNow, what in the name of all that is
wonderful, does Mr.. Monk, of Monkshurst,
mean by becoming SO civilT
This was the question the young man asked
himself as he strolled away seward. He
could not persuade himself that he had
wronged Monk, who was in reality an ami
able person, instead Of a domineering bully:
no, that suggestion was contradicted by
every expression Of the mans baleful and
suspicious face. What, then, could BIO the
L. 4 ,o1x
An idea! an inspiration! AS it flashed
into his mind the young man gave vent to a
prolonged whistle. Possibly, Monk was
jealous!
The idea was preposterous one, and almost
amusing. 1t was not to DO conceived, on the
first blush of it, that jealousy would make
surly man civil, savage man gentle; it
would rather have the contrary effect, I'M
less-here Brinkley grew thoughtful unless
his gloomy rival had some sinister design
which he wished to cloak with poiitenessi
But jealous of little Natl Brinkley laughed
heartily when he fully realized the absurdity
of the notion.
He crossed the sandhills and came again to
the path which he and Matt had followed the
previous day. A smart breeze was coming in
from the southwest, and the air was fresh
and cool, though sunny; but clouds were
gathering to windward, and the weather
was evidently broken. Reaching the cliffs,
he descended them, and came down on the
rocks beneath. A long Jagged point ran out
from the spot where no stood, and the water
to leeward of tie ss,ne was quit cal.a, though
rising and falling in strong troubled swels.
So bright and tempting did it look in that
sheltered place that he determined to have q
swim.
He stripped leisurely, and, placing his
clothes in q s;fe place, tool; a header OF the
rocks. 1t Vas clear at once that he wcs q
powerful swimmer. Breasting tho smooth
swell. he struck out from shore, end when Lo
had gone about hundred Yards foated
lazily on his back and surveyed the shore.
The cliffs were Tot very hiSh, but their
forms were finely picturesque. Eere I'D
there were still green creeks, frinsed With
purple weed; and large shcdovy caves,
howed roughly in the side of tho cEaCs: ond
rocky isiots, covered with Shay weed and
awash with the tapping wctc:. A Lido to
the right Of tho SPOT from which he had
Owed, the cliff seemed Eoliowel cut, forming
wide passage, which the sea entered with q
tramp and rush end q rear.
Toward tbs passage Brinlley swan. He
knew the danGer Of such places, for he had
often explored them both in Cornwall and
the west Of Ireland; but he had confidence IN
MS own natatory skill Approaching the
shore leisureiy with strong, slow strokes he
paused outside the passage, and observed tina:
The sea-swe,l, entering the opening, rushed
and qlicliened itself like rapid shooting to
the fail turning at the base Of the cliff into
cloud of thin prismatic spray, Suddenly
through the top OF the spray, a cloud OF rock
PIGEONS emerged, winging their fl ight rapidly
aleng the cracs.
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