The Mankato free press. [volume] (Mankato, Blue Earth County, Minn.) 1879-1924, 1885-02-20

Such moment had come to Lizzie.
All her love and faith had gone to Tom,
the finest young fisherman Of the town,
and yet here was singing word
spoken, and her strong heart had one
weak point in which 1t took root
She walked, erect and proud, away
was within the door of her fathers cot
tage she bowed her head and sobbcd
aloud. No one was by her, there was
no need 10 hide what she felt Did she
not know whore those sea-pinks grew
On al the grassy mounds within the
old ruined castle. Did she not know
that her lover, Tom Game, was the one
chosen to manage the day doings of the
morrow; he aud the others were up in
the castle the evening before; he had
been too busy to see her except for one
minute when he started for his commit
| tee.
sand he to give them to that Nan
Clucasr'
Lizzie made no questioning over her
misery, but she rocked herself to and
fro upon her chair and cried until she
heard her mother coming along. Good
Mother Milrea always had word to
say to some one, or TO stray dog or
cat, and her voice was her herald.
Lizzie ran into a tiny room that was
| her own. . .......-
But the evening was spoiled. Tom
Game dropped in as usual, but Lizzie
held aloof; she made pretense of
much work, and she babe him tell her
father about the morrow's doings.
'More'n ever this year, Tom -eh?"
said the old man. "0ur clubs a gran
institution---ay. that ii bel
That's fine news!" his jolly wife
cried. I'VE know that that news was
in before my time"
| You're right, mistress" Tom
agreed. AN the master III be right,
too. Just you count US tomorrow;
therc'll be nigh upon five hundred OF
u.s."
Mani the good woman cried.
AYE II Is SOL
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 lover, and, consequently,
exacting, would have wanted TO absorb
her cares; on this evening he was full
of business, and after talking about
what wa left in his hands to do, took
himself of to finish it.
The sun rose glad enough for the
| gladdest of June days; then cloud
came angrily sweeping down from the
mountains, and, with the wildness OF
April, dashing storm poured down
upon the fishing town. What would
become of oil the finery? Was there a
girl nova girl with any pretensions
to a position. who had not new dress,
or new hat. or some new finery fol-
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 day for the whole
Isle of Man, for rich, as we'll as fol-
poor, and not only matter for one
small town.
But the storm swept itself away RICH,
over the sea to the West, where one
saw the misty risings of Irish hills, and
tho day ,.n.aS .9aad far. tha Stnrdv fshar,
folks OF Man.
From the headland, at the north
point Of the bay. one could see all A
band sounded out from below; the sur
blazed down on the grand, in-rolling
tide; the harbor was choke full of boats
for what man went out to fish or
Club Dav? The band burst louder anC
louder, the shouting OF children helped
the noise OF tho music, theu-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 banner. Such :
banner! Blue and gold, and white
shining like silk; but stay! There car
be no description of any one banner, fol
their number was legion, and their de-
vices and sage recordings of wisdom
too many TO write down. .....
Small boys came next. the youthful
hopes of the An--lisher-lads most o.
them, but some too young for that
then banners again, and insignia car
ried aioft and shining with gold ant
silver in the sun: then men with head
gear like FURNISHED helmets; then met
hundreds of men, in brand new blu,
cloth clothes, with hats called irrever
entity .toIrhats," and with white
gloves. Yes, the whit: gloves are 9
needful point; hands Innocent of cover
/ inc except that OF wind, and storm, ant
sea. must don the regulation garb OF
ChD DHv when a man walks with hi,
brother. 4 broad silk scarf too. dec
CRATES each breast.
So they went. Aged, bent men will
IRA, boards. ard hrawny men of nj
ages, downwards from these last. Tht
,ishcr-folk OF Man are fine and stall
wart race; looking Mt their strons
frames, their bronze skins, their tawnN
or brown boards, one sees they are the
sons of old Vikings - one believes with.
out question all their own beliefs Of
Scandinavian descent.
But we must not wander. Looking
down from the headland one might set
and might think many thoughts; one
might liken the long procession TO tho
guild procession Of Middle Ages, ano
might cavil abont the lack of quaint
costume and the blaze OF color. Just
go down and stand close, and Their,
would be no luck OF strong native force
and character; but there! they, the i've
hundred, had turned out of sight sp {
pcbbiy rising street, upward through
the town. upward and in sight agar
along terrace below the headland
then away again.
And among all the men there was NJ
finer man than Tom Caine-none will
so clear a light of OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
IN his gaze
But through the whole course OF tn
! procession Tom never once saw Lizzie
Milrea; surely he had looked for her
: She was not ut work-no one was a
work.
Then he pulled himself together ant
asked himself; what was he dreamin.
, OFF Was he setting himself to doub
that lass---his lassp
+ Sae would be at the castle in the eve
ming.
Yes. All the world was wanderin;
up there thcn now there Is nothing
but ruins and grassy knobs, and vagu
memories about the place which one
was sort OF citadel for the sovereign
3 of Man. and the tisher-childrcn pla
: where the brave Countess of Derby he'll
her court in state.
Caine and Lizzie Milrea were atlas
side by side, standing by the ramparts
. He could not fail to see that she wa
changed In some way-changed in he
thought Of him. =
3 1--WE angered We, lass, and yet II
. never know the thing I've done. Spea
up and then well be square again
Eye SPEAK easy" she answered soft
Q ly, but none the less decidedly.
J, "Ehp ! do-why not?
al A string Of girls passed them laugh
ing: c $500 :,