The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1886-04-29

will turn that civil engineer, who fig
ures In story she is now constructing,
into sea Captain; il will supply just
the element Of picturesquencss that the
tale lacks. Old Juan takes his fourth
cigaret and listens; Manuela leaves her
pots and pans and pokes brown face
out Of tho door. She has never seen
the Captain 50 animated; no one else
has.for that matter. The bellies Of Hum
b0ldt County are not accustomed to
playing on the minds Of men as o skill.
ful player does upon . hute.
will you b long in portv' asks
Miss BrantOme.
Two weeks at least; the lighters are
so uncertain and the Mexieans SO
lasy."
You know my uncle, believe
20, we'll. l dined with him in the
spring, and he has visited my ship"
'.Then you must come and see US, so
that can hear the rest If this most in
teresting story Of your voyages. And
perhaps some day, If you should insist
very strongly, my aunt and ! will make
you little visit on board the 'Peli-
can"
He does insist, and she thinks at once
how she can take notes of his nautical
belongings while he entertains her aunt.
It will require some adr0itness, but III
that she isano novice.
Now be sure and come soon, Cap
- Ia OhA ssn kna As<>vsa
way. with which no one finds fault be-
cause the world accords many priv.
leges 10 scribbling woman. And 50
he leaves, for the men will miss him,
and - he passes the corner Of the palm
cluster he hears again the merry laugh
that goes 90 singularly with that face
upon which sorrow has sets its seal.
II wonder il that woman is sincere
he thinks: .'she surely appears SO. =
Then he goes back to the Pelican and
makes three errors on one page Of hi
neat l0g-bo0k.
Meanwhile Miss BrantOme is follow,
ing old Juan as he p0tters around thu
orange trees or mends . weak spot il
the sheep corral. Then she goes in ia
AAnuela, whom she makes her friend
for life BY asking no end Of questions
But the thermometer is the nineties and
the sun blazing away for dear life. Elk.
istence in Southern California is grow
ing monotonous. She has wild longing
to shorten her holiday and fly back Ovel
the deserts to land where one may
hope for cloud and tread on bit d
grass. And the publishers are clamor
ing for her next serial, in which Juar
and Aanuela are to figure.
AUNT Sue." she says, after she ha.
told her Of the blonde Captain, II must
have the rest of that material"
Aunt Sue understands this technical
term Of her favOrite niece, and she
never denied her anything in her life.
but he may not call, and we cannot
board his ship, without his leave, - II
we were pirates.
He win call, depend upon it,
answers Miss BrantOme, with thai
smile Of hers. And he does call, din
ing with the family and wandering
with the dark girl out under the stars.
The moon comes up and adds TO the
glOries Of the night. Far away
wrinkles the lighthouse light. like .
great solemn gl0w-wOrm, and they
hear the dull roar Of the restless ocean,
while on the still waters of the bay
they can SEQ the white-winged vessels
riding ct anchor.
A painter once In an excess of zeal
put to Q cruel death an unfortunate
wretch that he might have q model
who would satisfactorily represent the
agonies Of the dying. So Louise Bran.
tome, in the gentlest possible way,
makes q model Of the commander Of
the Pelican to bring into play expires.
rich her romance.
''Do you never long for homer" she
asks.
my ship is my home"
..But Q real hOme-a refuge when
the world and your ship are dreary
places"
What man does notp' he asks. ..Bu,
l may never 90 home, only into port. :
THAT Is poetry" Capt. Mel.
1T was an accident. / am not 20
etical."
% do not say that. You are, I an
sure, the truest Of all p0ets-the ons
who listens. To appreciate beautiful
thoughts ID quite as rare gift y
weaving them in ones BRAIN"
1T is kind Of you to say that, bu
you mistake. have not . soul ab0v,
cordage and sailcloth."
They are sitting on the veranda now
for the dew is almost rain. The air il
heavy with the scent from the beds o.
heliotrope and the orange-trees. Capt
Neil would do we'll 10 60 back to hi
ship before the fog rises; and there ar
mental hazes, too, through which thu
sirens send SO sweet o song that tn,
sound Of the fog-bell cannot be heard
Louise picks . bunch of roses an.
fastens them in her belt.
you love roses, no dOubte" she says
Eyes, but roses do not grow OF
quarter-decks. and l know but littl
more Of them than I do of poetry.
Then I am going to tell you some
thing that win surprise you. Thi
rose has your name. It is tn
Marechal Mel"
His countenance lights up: she ha
one OF those very roses held agains
her cheek as she speaks.
s'And what is more singular" gOe
on this calm dissector Of mems mind
Il know another person who has tn
name Of . rose"
The Captains face grew dark again
Louise" cried Aunt Sue, ..Y0u
mother viii never forgive me II ! le
you stay out any longer in the nigh
air.
The Captain rises: Miss Brantom
takes the rose with which she has bee
toying and fastened it to his coat, anG
he leaves. not knowing rs he marches
through the olive orchard with tina
slightly rolling gait Of his whether b
trcads on earth or air, and she gOin'
to her room, adds to . partly writtel
letter these words; This has been a
an evening rich in material for tn
romance which is to make US famous
I have been talking with most inter
esting man. master of . vessel. Hi
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