Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1886-11-27


Dorothy sghedsa sigh of curious con-
tent and discomfort. This man, she felt,
Fl lei certain part of her future full
to the sea. There pointed the cat gray
finger, there shone the lirhts; and she
heard Jack keldal whis.liny softly to
himse at the barn, where he was he p,
ing Joe put up the Lorse and feed the
lambs.
1t was November.
TIL. Susan Jane had already been out
md up to the Banks once and back again
with load.
AS Jack Kendall ncared Gloucester Har-
Dor, the strain was almost too much for
him. Would he have gone to Boston
Surely, yes. Would she be glad to Sc"
him, OF would she only be thinking Of
the Summer lover, whose eifeminato
beauty Jack, in his big soul secretly
de:piscd
He left Dave Chenoweth pottering
about the Susan Jane. charering with
fish-merchants, and swiftly pulte him
self in boat around the bend in by the
cove. and in f ont OF the farmhouse.
Jack stoo up in the bo,t.
For live years Dorothy had always been
standing, af er every trip ON that tail,
square boulder, waving her handkerchief
! to him. Then the light spring from her
per h, n run down the strip of beach
across the marshy meadows along the
lit l. pier. and her hand lay in mis-.
Notto-day. Instead, he deserted Fred
Redlon's horse tied to tn, gate-post, and
two fgures-of a height-pacing up
and down the porch.
Jack sat down. He pickc:iup his oars,
and climbing his t eth together, pulled
back against the tide to Gloucester and
the susan ane.
1t would be time enough to reach
Chenoweh Farm when Dave himself
went over, so he thought.
"What q perfect nightw Redlon ex-
claimed, 10 king out to the starry sky.
There s storm brew NO, for all those
stars. though" Dorothy answers, more
weatherwise than her companion. "See
y nder rel light in the west, and all that
bank of oil 'owy clouds. We shall catch
a gale to morrow or | am mistaken.
wish father were safe at home"
Dorothy shades her eyes with her
hand, just in time 10 cltch glimpse Of
ack Kendall as he round, the point.
There be Jack now" cries she THE
Susan Jane must be in, and father will
be home .or Thanksgiving, after all"
| The girls face flushes with pleasure and
excitement as she claps her hands to-
gether. Il wonder what Jacks pulling
| oil to Gloucester for ~ she adds, pres.
emily.
"ierhaps he caught sight OF me and
took fright" Redlon says, stroking his
dark mu tache.
''rook fright from you. Jack? You're
too little!" tine girl saws, purposely
Misunderstanding him, and with a Ger
| tain scorn of small things and SINAI! men
implied in her curling red lips.
Reilon laughs.
$50 long, Dorothy, as am biz enough
| to haze cut HIN out of your heart. my
size wiz suit me we'll enough"
| "And have vou7" she asks. stopping
short aud staring ct him with her wide,
lovely eyes.
Haven't r. cries the young fellow,
passionateIy taking her brown hands in
| his soft white ones. Dorothy, If l
thought you weren't to be mine, I'd
SWELL, what!-whatl
81 don't know he respond, sul'enly.
"You torture me tonight. Why is it
that sometimes you make me feel that /
am. in your eyes lackinga Heavens!"
cries he, angrily. "You are the only
woman on earth who ever DID make me
feel so. Why is it2"
"Do you want to know2" she asks.
eyes, do! Tell mel"
'Do you see the SEA yonder, and the
storm brewing2 when the great waves II
be mountains high, and when the wind
IL howl, and when the clouds are like
they're bu tin with the tumble OF the
fresh water as comes a-peltin' down to
meet the salt! WE'LL there's where you re
lackin'. iou've crossed the ocean aboard
of steamer, five times as you tell me,
a-lyin' in berth as snug as you, own
room at home there, and as safe; bit
what do you know of riskin' your life
for your bread" cries Dorothy, as her
brown eyes CLEAN, Sin storm. say, like
that one that is a-creepin' up over yon!
Nothing"
Redlon looks at her. and his OWE poetic
nature borrows something of the fervent
fash of hers.
"Dorothy'' cries he. catchin, the tall
girl to his heart, "Tll be worthier OF
you. 1t may not be for breads sake, my
darling, but it viii be for yours"
"'Nhat do you mean, Fred7 what do
You mean"
"Pshaw" laughs Redlon. Il must
be off now. The storm IS gathering.
| Tell your ath welcome homo for me,
and I'll be ever to morrow night"
'Thanksg,vin Night" muimurs the
girl, as she lays a timd finger in the
white hand of her lover.
The storm did gather, and by the next
morn ng it broke in awful splandor up
and down the coast.
The cove crept up and licked all the
green out of the m r,h meadows. and
sent the cattle shivering land; and the
waves crashed over the boulders, cracked
and smote the reefs, turned the pier into
whirlpool, and moaned the requiem of
all its wrecks.
The dahlas aud asters in the garden
were all broken II cked, and the lorg
era 9 was beaten at and the birds nests
tumbled out of the shaken trees, and q
swirl of r d and brown leaves blew and
beat all day long against the window
panes where Dorothy worked away, sing
ny, in the kitchen.
What if it did storm2 The Susan Jane
was safe in Gloucester ha Dor, and hex