Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1885-05-28
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he expected to find the troublesome
epithet there 1T amt professor, nor
q pedestrian gasp at each of
the hard words-'but it's something
that begins with P And he's hunt
ing for shels-all sorts of queer, out
landish Shells as isn't to be come
across every day.
do tell |" said the landlords wife.
Perhaps he's going TO grind them
into fertilizing powder, or macadmize
a road with them
NO, he amt 7 said her husband.
Hes going to. publish book of pic
lures about them.
Then he is an editor said Mrs.
Stubbs.
'Tain't quite that neither said MIR.
Stubbs, slowly. But it's something
very wise and learned. So l told him
he'd better go to Yorke's. The young
woman there has mortal nice collec-
ton of out.oi-the way shells. And
I've heered of their selling shells to
them as fancied them, once in awhile,
for all they're such high-toned gentle
folks.
That had been Mr.. Silas Stubbs' ad.
vice, and Mr.. Cleve, the paleontolo-
gist, had taken 1t, and was even then
walking along the shingly beach, where
the waves curled in foamy fringes, al
most up to his feet, and the trails of
blacklsh seaweeds showed the high
water mark. Judge Yorke-he had
been Judge, nobody knew how many
years ago, of some petty court in a
southern city before the Yorke estate
had melted in the fry furnace of liti.
cation, and he had fled northward in
search of the businecs which never
came--sat under the tumbled down
verandah, with the air of an exiled
prince. He was white-haired and
rubicund- -vsaged, and his slippers
were down at the heels, and his red
cashmere dressing gown was patched
with quite different pattern, and his
wristbands were frayed, and the lack
of buttons on his shirt front was made
good with a pin. But when he saw
the stranger lift the latch of the rickety
gate, he advanced to meet him with a
patronizing urbanity which was little
short of overwhelming. He listened to
Mr.. Cleve's self-introductlon with q
royal smile; he welcomed him as if the
old house were a palace; he made
haste to introduce him to Mrs.
Yorke.
Mrs. Yorke was tall, golden
haired young woman, with her lovely
tresses tucked untidily into a net, her
dress decidedly the worse for wear. and
her exquisite face burned by the i'm
press Of The sun and wind But the
fash of her brilliant blue eyes were
like sunshine itself.
will the gentleman stay to dinner?'
Mrs. Yorke asked the Judge; because
we have only some porgies and SAM
phire. But if he cares for such SIM
pie fare, he is welcome
Mr.. Cleve accepted the simple given
invitation. The judge was like piece
of old porcelaip-.cracked and damaged
it might be, but still genuine. Mrs.
Yorke was beauty, but quite young
enough, the guest decided, to be her
husbands grand daughter; and be-
sides, he wanted to know what on
earth porgies and samphire could be.
There was no carpet on the din
ing room floor, and the windows
needed cleaning; but the china was
fine, and they had some blackberries
early apples and few fine apricots, in
center piece of silver, with 'Y' en-
graved on the handles; and Mr.. Cleve
discovered the porgies were coarse
grained fish with good deal of bone
to them, also that samphire was gela-
tinous vegetable, not, unlike grass,
which was gathered on the ea-beach
and boiled with butter and vinegar
Ar old negress, whom Cleve men
tally decided must be at least hun.
dred years of age, waited and kept off
the flies with brush of peacock's
plumes.
Shells? Yes, there were some fine
SHELF, the Judge believed, "along the
coast. Mrs. Yorke knew-Mrs Yorke
could tell him. Paleontology was a
study which must always commend
Itself
And the Judge fell blandly and
courteously asleep, with smile on his
face.
Mrs. Yorke laughed.
Hes very DID, said she, differently;
.he often does that. Don't mind him.
Did you say you wanted to buy shells?
I will try and have some collected for
you by this time tomorrow
Gould [ collect them for myself
Mr.. Cleve asked, with the eagerness
OF specialist.
Mrs. Yorke's beautiful brow dark
ened.
No, she answered, CURLY. "The
coast is ours as far as Rocky Point,an
our people don't like to be interfered
with. If you will come here this time
tomorrow | will have ten dollars
worth Of shells for you.
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