The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1885-01-08

itsboat people must wait till the tide
Tell before they could get off all ths
crew. and Hetty was eager 10 Aea Tho
rescue. So Huntingdon, 81, course,
volunteered 10 drive her and Master
Tom to the scene of the disaster in
Hetty's little pony carriage.
What drive that was! Wayne will
never forget it while he lives: Tha
hedges were all aglow With the June
roses and the hoheysuckle, and breath
of summer floating up to them from the
narrow winding lanes. The pony was
tat and lndolent and took its own time.
Wayne would not have hurried one OF
Its steps. The sun was setting when
they reached the solitary bay where the
steamer had run ash ore, and d Golden
glory shone over tho sky and sea-edq-
ing the cloud. banks with unearthIv
splendor, and dyeing with crimson the
shallow pools left by the retreating tide.
The cliff path to the shore was steer
and narrow. Wayne had to help Hetty
with tender care. Perhaps life had
never held such exquisite pleasure TO,
him before. Her little light shawl Law
over his arm, her small hand rested in
his clasp. It seemed to him the world
was bounded by Hetty.
Never had his heart beat 40 high
with hope. Once she stopped to gath
er tiny blue cliff flower, and, after q
moments pause, she shyly gave it ia
him. Was it only the sunset glow that
Knocked his fancy, Or did delicate COL
or really mount to her cheek at his low
spoken word Of thanks?
Out, far out on the low, black LEDGE
OF cruel rocks lay the great shattered
snip: Little boats piled swiftly and
safely across the quiet shallowa where
the storm-waves had ragged not many
hours ago. Hetty was all excitement
to see the rescued people; while Tom,
with the frankness of his age and kind.
declared aloud that this sort Of shin.
wreck wasn't much good-there wasn't
any drowning to be done!
The thoughtful Huntingdon had, of
course, brought telescope, and stood
like statue of Atlas, while Hetty rest.
ed the glass on his shoulder and
watched their boats land their burdens
at the little fishing pier.
He was in sort of rapt dream, hear
ing dimly Hetty's little calculations Of
pity over the .bedraggled aspect of the
shipwrecked, and altogether ignoring
Master TOMS somewhat crude chatter,
as that youthful torment wetted his feet
at the margin of the tide, and gave his
opinion with delightful confidence upon
matters in general and shipwrecks in
particular. The sunset glory grew
brig htef and more vivid lighting up the
sombre cliffs and level waste of water.
and throwing into sharp relief each
black stake of the fishing-nets which
dotted the bosom of the broad bay.
1t seemed to Wayne that he would
like to stand just so forever-Hetty
close to him, he her support and COM
fort, no one to come between; for Tom
certainly did not count for much. Was
1t not type of what all their life to
come was to be? Crimson glory-Het,
ty depending on him, his highest hap,
piness to minister to her.
Suddenly into his dream rang
shrek, wild and terrible. The tele.
scope rolled from his shoulder and
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he turned to catch Hetty's fainting fig.
ure in his stalwart arms, with one light
ming fasl. his eye fell where hers had
rested, and saw, in the crowded boat
load just reaching the shore, among the
bronzed and bearded faces of the
wrecked ships crew, the face of Hettys
lost lover-his own brother Jack!
All! we'll, we'll. Wayne behaved
capitally, every one said. "Old Don
behaved like the brick that he is after
all, to use Jacks own expression. He
took his brother into partnership, and
enabled him to marry aetty within six
weeks-Hetty, to whose cheeks the
roses had come back, as if by some mag
ic spell. He never married.
"Don was an old bachelor before he
was in knickerbockers, Jack confides
sometimes to his wife.
People say he means to leave all his
money to his ne;ce, little Hetty, who
has her mothers eyes. And deep in
secret drawer, carefully treasured from
prying eyes, lies ~ithered scrap OF
weed, which was once blue cliff flower
and all that is left to Huntingdon
Wayne of his life's one holiday.