The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1886-12-01
CAPE ANN LIGHTS.
A THANKSGIVING STORY.

A THANKSGIVING STORY
Chenoweth farm lies close beside the
sea. The meadows and the pasture lands
are ba k bit sheltered from the keen
east winds by the rise of rocks near the
coast but the farmhouse, built of rough
hewn stone, hundred and fifty years
ago, by the rough, strong hands of Gard
ner Chcnoweth himself, stands in a nook
formed by a whim of the seas own--a
dent in the land where the waters rush
in and out at the bidding of the moon
now surging and roaring, and creeping
and crashing, over and between the great
irregular piles of granite boulders; now
curling and foaming and dimpling on
sweet summer days away up to the
orchard walls, aud licking with its strong
salt lips the low fields where. in the hot
weather, the cattle love to stand up to
their middles in tle cool water.
Dorothy Chenoweth has listened to the
roar and sob of the breakers on the Cape
Ann coast all of her life. She has
watched the storms of twenty winters
come looming grayly up from the east;
and she has seen twenty years of suns
rise up to meet her glad young eyes from
far and away across the heavenkissing
line OF the Atlantic. She has learned to
love the changeful moods of the ''great
waters to love, too, and almost to live
by, the varyings of the deep.
Dave Chenoweth, Dorothy's father, is
master of one of the largest of the Glou-
cester fishing smacks, and the farm is
managed by her brother Joe. Dorothy
is housekeeper, and takes charge of the
dairy and the poultry. and sends into
Gloucester of a markct-day the sweetest
tubs of butter, and the whitest cream
cheeses, and the largest eggs of any one
round about the country.
And Dorothy-a strong, straight, tall
girl, with large brown eyes, and braids
of brown hair, and red sweet lips max
ing the one touch of vivid color in her
pale, round face Dorothy has a lover.
Indeed she has many, but Jack Kendall
so the neighbors have it-has made his
mark on Doro,hy's heart.
He is big, splendid, fair fellow, sum
shine in his blue bright eyes, and sun
shine in his curly golden head. Jack is
mate of | ave Chenoweth's boat, the
Susan Jane, and besides owing very
good bit cf land inland, already has
enough laid by in the bank at Gloucester
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year.
Jack had been counting Dorothy
Chenoweth for over year-people said
they were engaged-when, one day in
July-Jack and her father were busy
mending their sails on the porch and Joe
was off haying-t came out that it fell
to Dorothy herself to take the butter
and the cheeses and the eggs into town.
'Hey, sis" called Dave Chenoweth
to his daughter, as she was starting off
in the old Garm-wagon her dark eyes
shining under her pink sunbonnet.
eyes, fatherp answered she, pulling
up the gray mare with nervous jerk.
"Stop to Squire Redlon's as you
g'long; Mis- Red !on told me as she'd be
a-wantin' butter an eggs, come along
bout now-morc'n they he'd of ttheir
own. Fred's got home, an there's lots
o. company over yon.'
every well, father"
Dorothy drove away, glancing back
with Smiling eyes to Jack, mending his
nets on the porch; she did not forget to
stop at quire hedlons.
Mrs Redlon sent word 10y the cook
that she would take all the eggs and a
dozen checses; and as Dorothy Cheno-
weth, with her firm, brown hands, un-
wrapped the white cheeses from the
linen cloth, and set them on the big
platter Mrs Redlon's cook held up to
her at the wagon side, Mrs. Redlon's son
came around to the back of the house,
looking for his fishing tackle.
He did not fine it, lie found Dorothy
Chenoweth insteld.
1t seemed to him that he had never
before seen anything so beautiful. 1t
seemed to him that he must have been
unconsciously seeking, in all the far
foreinn lands that he had lived in for Sc
many years, for Just this tall, slight,
strong young woman sitting there before
him in a slip of summer sunshine with a
dismal brown frOck and terrible pink
sun-bonnet.
1t was only the beginning of July, but
Jack Kendal's summer ended that soft,
warm day.
He knew it-felt it could swear that
the winters cold was gnawing at his
heartstrings, as, eagerly watching for
Dorothy, he at last saw her drive slowly
down the lane.
Fred Redlon was sitting beside her.
Both were talking so interestedly that
neither of them noticed him leaning on
the messy wall, or saw that the lamps
were already lighted in the lighthouse
Dorothy always had supper Cd tho
table lust as the lights were lighted, bui
tonight she had, alas forgotten alto
gether about supper.
Fred had come to the farm to SEE
Dave, to talk over his old childish days
when Dave Chenoweth was only second
mate himself, and not married yet, anc
when Fred Rodlon loved to sit on hi
knee and listen to stories of the Glouces
ter gales and the bonny fisherman's life
he made Of it.
So the sumer ended for Jack.
And SO it began for Dorothy.