The clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1883-1888, 1885-04-15


Mother Milrea always had a word to
say 10 some one, or 10 a stray dog or
eat, and her voice was her herald.
Lizzie ran into tiny room that was
her own.
But the evening was spoiled. Tom
Game dropped in as usual. but Lizzie
held aioof; she made a pretense of
much work. aud she bade him tell her
father about the morrow doings.
'.More'n ever this year. Tom-eh?'
said the old man. Our clubs gran
institution-ay. that it be-
That's fine news,' his jolly wife
cried, We know that that news was
in before my time
You're right, mistress" Tom
agreed. An the master II be right.
too just YOU count us tomorrow;
there Il be nigh upon five hundred of
u.s.
Mani" the good woman cried.
Ave il i SOt'
Tom was so full of his great work
that he gave no right Judgment regard
ing Lizzie. To see her busy was. of
course. nothing. but at any other time
he, being a lover. and, consequently.
/ eXacting. would have wanted 10 absorb
her cares; on this evening he was full
( of business. and after talking about
( what was LETT in his hands to do. took
himself off to finish it.
The sun rose glad enough for the
gladdest of June DAYS: then a cloud
came angrily sweeping down from the
mountains, and. with the wildness of
April, dashiug storm poured down
| upon the fishing town. What would
I Income Ff q n No
! girl nova girl with any pretenSions
to a position. who had not new dress.
| or new hat. or some new tinerv for
/ the day-for the Club Day"-the day
/ of the year for the town. There is but
one day which transcends the Club
/ Day. but then, of course, all the world
/ knows that that is a day for the whole
Isle of Man, for rich, as well as for
/ poor, and not only matter for one
! small town.
/ But the storm swept itself away right
/ over the sea to the West, where one
/ saw the misty risings of Irish hills, and
/ the day was good for the sturdy fisher
/ folks OF Man
| From the headland, at the north
/ point OF the bay. one could see al. A
| band sounded out from below: the sun
| blazed down on the grand, in-rolling |
| tide; the harbor was choke full of boats |
| for what man went out to fish on !
| Club Day? The band burst louder and |
louder, the shouting of children helped |
the noise of the music then-then, |
from an opening down by the harbor, |
| could be seen the flash of the brass |
trumpetS, and the scarlet on the band |
men 5 caps, and, high aloft, borne by |
| two men, swung a banner. Such |
banner. Blue and gold, and white. |
shining like silk; but stay. There can |
be no description of any one banner, for |
their number was legion, and their de- |
vices and sage recordings of wisdom |
too many to write down.
Small boys came next. the youthful I
hopes of the toWn-fsher-lad most of |
them, but some too young for that; |
then banners again. and insignia car 1
ried aloft and shining with gold and |
silver in the sun; then men with head |
gear like FURNISHED helmets; then men /
hundreds of men, in brand new blue |
cloth clothes, with hats called irrever- |
emily ''top-hats, and with white |
gloves. Yes, the white gloves are a |
needful point; hands innocent of cover
ing except that of wind and storm. and I,
sea, must don the regulation garb on /
Club Day when a man walks with his /
brother. \ broad silk scarf, too, dec !
crates each breast.
So they went. Aged, bent men with ]
gray boards, and brawny men of all |
ages. downwards from these last The 4
fisher-folk of Man are a fine and stall !
wart race; looking at their strong /
frames, their bronze skins, their tawny /
or brown boards, one sees they are the |
sons of old Vikings believes with |
out question all their own beliefs Of |
Scandinavian descent.
But we must not wander. Looking |
down from the headland one might see |
and might think many thoughts; one |
might liken the long procession to the |
guild procession of Middle Ages, and |
might cavil about the lack of quaint |
costume, and the blaze of color. just /
90 down and stand close, and there /
would be no lack of strong native force /
and character; but there! they, the five I
hundred, had turned out of sight up a !
pebbly rising street, upward through |
the tOwn-upward and in sight again |
along a terrace below the headland, |
then away again.
And among all the men there was no /
finer man than Tom Caine-none with /
so clear a light of ightforwardness !
in his gaze.
But through the whole course of the /
procession Tom never once saw Lizzie /
Milrea; surely he had looked for her. |
She was not at work-no one was at I
work.
Then he pulled himself together and /
asked himself: What was he dreaming /
of? Was he setting himself to doubt !
that lasS-his lass?"
She would be at the castle in the eve
ming.
Yes All the world was wandering |
up there then now there is nothing |
but ruins and grassy knobs, and vague |
memories about the place which once |
was sort of citadel for the sovereigns |
of Man. and the fisher-children play |
where the brave Countess OF Derby held |
her court in state.
Caine and Lizzie Milrea were at last |
side by side, standing by the ramparts. |
He could not fail to see that she was |
changed in some way-changed in her |
thought of him.
1--we angered We. lass, and yet I'll |
never know the thing I've done. Speak |
up and then we'll be square again.
''Ye speak easy" she answered soft
ly, but none the less decidedly.
.Eh? | do-why not?'
A string of girls passed them laugh |
ing.
Without thinking Caine turned his
head.
..Ye are free to go to her," said Liz
zie. I'm not wish to keep ye if We de-
sire to be away"
She drew little apart
Lass, are We daft? Go to her
which one will We mean By .her?' =
He looked so surprised that he really |
must have thought her senses were GO
| ing.
Tom" reproachfully, 'ye ask me
that?''
..Eh.-I do ask yethat, Lizzie. Ye'ye |
no cause to-
AN that have l. she cried hotly |
..Ye can give her flowers. if ye like, but |
not at the same time that We call me |
yer lassl No.
s.Ye mean the Clucas girl?" The
Young man started and stood erect be-
| fore Lizzie, but, if he started, it was
| with anger, not with shame. And she
made a lie of that?"
II do not know"
Lizzie spoke low.
..Ye mean the bunch Of those thin gs
she got from me?
He pointed to 4 mound rosy with
masses OF sea-pinks.
"Eh, do.
..Then I'll tell We the truth; we've
been over-ready to believe lie. Twas
/ bringing a handful of the flowers to We
when she, Nan. ran past me with her
| loud laugh. and she struck at my hand