Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1885-08-12
Gales aud Sketfhes.
HOPE.
A MIDSUMMER STORY.
Continued from yesterday

IL.
Hope sobered down little when she saw
she had really frightened the old gentle
man Il only thought I'd like to speak to
you. Mr.. Morgan
Nothing to hinder" he said, brusquely
it was Mr.. Morgan's nervousness that
made his brusque. or his brusqueness that
I'm listening"
This was an unpromlslng beginning,
but Hope was brave little girl. and
plunged at once into what the old Romans
used to call medals res
.It's about Mr.. jack" she said.s "He
feels dreadfully bad, Mr.. Morgan"
Asked you to speak to me, did he ?''
suggested the father, suspciously.
Hopes cheek flushed with indignation.
MIR. Jack wouldn't do such thing ~
she said, respectfully.
Mr. Morgan looked down through his
spectacles at the hot little face. ''Wouldn' t
eh ?' he asked. What makes you think
so ?''
Because it would be mean, and Mr..
Jack wouldn't do a mean thing, and be-
sides didn't make up my mind to speak
to you until this very minute"
'And what did you make up your mind
to say ?" asked MIR. Morgan, not less
sharply.
Hope did not hesitate, though her heart
gave little flutter.
"Oh, Mr. Morgan!" she exclaimed, "if
you'd only let Mr. Jack 60 to college,"
A quick look of annoyance came over
the old gentleman's face.
"Hoity-toity :" he exclaimed. $50 that
is what it is Ell? Wants to 60 to college,
does he! Well, guess he'll have to
want"
but he is so miserable" Hope inter-
interrupted, beseechingly.
Mr.. Morgan's look became stern.
Pooh! pooh p he said. brusquely !;
he'll get over it. You can run away and
play with your dolls Never mind Jack.
III take care of him. Where is he, any,
how ?-he ought to be getting ready to go
to town with me tomorrow"
Hes gone out sailing" TREMENDOUSLY.
"All alone? ?" with a quick look at the
sky.
mo, sir; with Capt. William Brown. ="
Captain whop"
Captain Brown. Mr. Morgan, they call
him Captain Bill"
"Oh, Captain Bll!" abstractedly, ''he
ought to know how to sail boat But
Jack ought not to have gone with the sky
looking like this
'IIe was very miserable. Mr.. Morgan.
and he thought he'd see if it wouldn't
cheer him up"
There was no answer. Mr.. Morgan
was looking up at the clouds, and seemed
to have forgotten Hope. She moved off
step or two, hoping he might speak.
When he did not she turned around and
walked slowly away.
By this time the sky had really become
threatening. Great masses of clouds were
piling up behind Tower Hill and sweep
ing down over the bay. Out at sea, as
Mr.. Morgan gazed, it was still bright, but
tine sails that half an hour before had
plentifully hecked the horizon, were gone.
''Foolish fellow!' the gentleman ex-
claimed; 81 wonder if he'll have sense
enough to come in. Where's that child
Here. little girl -
Hope caught the sound, and turning
quickly around, came back.
did my son say how long he'd be
out?'
ale said an hour. Mr.. Morgan"
"Hour. Ell? Well. that's all. Better
90 in the house. You'll be blown away il
you stay out bere."
He had hardly spoken before the gust
came bowling around the corners of the
piazza. and lashing the sea into foaming
tempest. Hope, in her sudden fright,
caught hold of Mr.. Morgan's arm.
oh Mr.. Morgan! do you think there s
any danger?"
"Dangerr' nervously "Of course
there's danger. There's always danger
in sail-boa | wouldn't trust myself in
one for a thousand dollars-no matter how
smooth the sea was. | didn't think had
such crazy child"
HE was so mis'able." faltered Hope
che said it didn't make any difference
whether he lived or died"
"Why didn't he tell me so ?'' demanded
Mr.. Morgan. "What did he want to be
crying about to other people for Pr
He didn't" said Hope, now crying
herself And he didn't say anything be-
cause he didn't think it would be of any
USE"
mo business to think !" roared Mr..
Morgan, almost beside himself with anx-
iety. Hear that wind Look at that sea !
There isn't sail-boat in the bay that
could live in it "
BY this time the rain had begun to pour
down, and Hope had retreated to the back
of the piazza. Here she was sobbing
silently against friendly door post, when
the door opened. and her mother came out
in search of her.
why. Hope!' she exclaimed; "what
is the matter. dear ?"
"Mr. Jack, mamma -
Mrs. Bradley gave a start.
Ibid he go. Hope3"
"Yes. mamma"
The lady looked anxiously at Mr.. Nor
gan. who was now walking with nervous
tread up and down the piazza.
"You are worried about your son, Mr.
MorganP"
II think have reason to be, ma'am
Did you ever hear of such foolhardy
piece of business? And if it hadn't been
for your little girl, shouldn't even have
known where he was"
Yes. said Mrs. Bradley, Hope saw
him go off-didn't you. Hope? '
Hope nodded. too fearful to speak
And did he 60 with Captain Brown Pr
Yes. mamma"
lob. WELL" cheerfully, Il guess there
isn't any very great danger. Very likely
they've mt in somewhere Mr. MORGAN