Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1885-05-28

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worth of shells.
And then the Judge walked up and
pretended never to have been asleep,
and Mrs Yorke sang some delicious
little Louisiana ballads to the guitar;
and the old negress hobbled In with a
melon cut in slices and powdered over
with sugar, and before Mr.. Cleve
knew it the clock was striking Ii.
He walked home in the moonlight
with the tumultuous rush Of the rising
tide in his ears, while Mrs. Yorke's
French BALLADS echoed unsteady
through his brain, and her luminous
blue eyes and FURNISHED coils of gold
en- hair haunted his recollection.
1T is the stlangest, sweetest face |
ever saw!' he muttered. i believe l
am more than half in love with her.
If only that dilapidated old piece of
southern chivalry, the judge, would,
die, should like to make that woman
my wife!'
And then he laughed, out there in
the moonlight, at the fantastic improb
ability of the idea.
By the next mornings sunrise he
was up and out on the glorious beach
of sparkling sand, with the sea wind
tanning his face and a whole battery
of electricity tingling through his
pulses.
Nothing seemed too much or too
difficult to achive. He climbed dizzy
peaks; he walked miles; he stood on
solitary promontories, where gulls
few shrieklng around his ears-until
at last he found himself on a level
stretch of sand, not far from the old
York mansion.
'Eureka!' he exclaimed to himself as
he stopped to pick up an exquisite
shell, rose tinted, and colvolvulated in
rare curves, which lay blushing at his
feet.
At the same moment, a boat con-
tanning a tall figure wrapped in an old
black serge cloak. came rocking
around. the point, and voice cried
sharply:
Halt, there! Hands off! You are
tresspassing on the York Beach! Put
down that shell or I'll shoot T.
And the barrel of a revolver gls-
tened in the sunshine.
''E beg your pardon!' stammered
Mr.. Cleve, promptly dropping the
she'll i wasn't aware that
The Lorelli of the tides uttered a
cry.
Its Mr.. Cleve!' she said.
And it's Mrs. YorkeP retorted our
hero.
The golden -tressed beauty put down
the revolver in the stern of the boat,
sprang lightly over the gunwale, and
came up the beach, with her cheeks all
mantled with bushes.
Yes she said, 'it is l. l believe
you are gentleman, and l may as
we'll be frank with you. We are gen.
teelly poor at the house. All the in
come we have is derived from the sale
of these rare shells, which l pick up
myself, for we have no servant but
old Cardiac, and she is too stiff and too
old to come here. My father-in-law
has never been quite himself since my
husband was killed in railroad ac-
cident three years ago
Your husband repeated Cleve.
Killed. then you are not Judge
Yorkes wife2'
I?' cried the blue-eyed enchantness
Il the wife of that old mani
And then, with the crimson flush of
her unpalatable confusion broke into
peal of girlish laughter.
Cleve took the basket from her
arm.
Let me help you,' said he. 4 am
Judge of these beauties. I ain gath
ering shells to illustrate new volume
on the subject of paleontology.. And
want all the rare specimens which
can be found along these coasts
And the landlord of the Fisher
mans Retreat could not imagine what
made his guest late to breakfast upon
that particular morning, and so dis
trait when at last he did come.
AS for beautiful Mrs. Yorke, she
went home with new light in her
eyes, surveyed herself critically in
glass, and after she had fastened up the
braids of her hair in new fashion, set
herself to work to repair the damages
IN her afternoon dress.
because l live in this lonely spot
said she, there is no reason that I
should be semi-savage. But there
has been little worth existing for, of
late
And she sang soft, glad roundelays
to herself, like robin, as she sewed.
The Judge looked sleepily at his
daughter-in-law across the lunch table.
Did that very agreea BILE gentleman
come for those shells. Cissy?' said
he.
I'VE gathered them together, said
Celilia Yorke, smiling. Here are ten
dollars that he paid me. We are to
go again tomorrow, if it is pleasant.
He is great paleontologist, papa.'