Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1886-11-27
CAPE ANN LIGHTS.
A THANKSGIVING STORY.

sea. The meadows and the pasture lands
are ba k q bit, sheltered from the keen
east winds by the rise of rocks near the
coast but the farmhouse, blilt Of rough
hewn stone, hundred and fifty years
ago, by the rough, strong hands of Gard
ncr ChenJweth himself stands in nook
for ed by whm of the sea s own-a
dent in the land where the waters rush
in and out at the bid ling Of the moon
now surging and roa ing. and C eep ng
and crashin :, o or and between the great
Irregular piles of granite bou ders; now
curling and foaming and dimpling on
sweet summer days away up to the
orchard walls. and licking W tn its strong
sat lips the low fields where. in the hot
weather. the cattle love to stand up to
their middles in le cool water.
Dorothy Oh nowcth has listened to the
roar and sob of TIL breakers on the Cape
Ann Goa all of her life. She has
watch the storms of twenty winters
come looming gra. ly 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 heaven ssin :
line the Atlantic She has learned to
love the changefLl moods of tie great
waters to love, too, and aim Jst to live
Oy, the varyings of the deep.
Fave Chen 'wcth, Dorothy father, is
master of one of the largest CT the Glou-
ccster fishing smucks, and the farm is
managed by her brother Joe. Dorothy
is housekeeper, and takes charge OF the
dairy aud the p uItrv. and sends into
Gloucester of a mark t-day the sweetest
tubs of butter, and the whitest cream
chee,cS. and the largest eggs of any one
round about the country
And i'orothy-a strong, stra ;ght, tall
girl, with Urge brown eyes. and braids
of brown hair, and red sweet lips MAX
ing the one touch of vivid color in her
pale. round face-Do othy las lover.
Indeed she has many, but Jack Kendall
so the neighbors have it-has made his
mark on Dor thy,s heart.
lie is big, splendid, fair fellow, sun
shine in his blue bright eyes, and sun
shine in his curly g 'lden head. Jack is
| mate OF / ave Chenowetn's boat, the
Susan Jane, and bes,d owing q very
good bit of land inland, already has
enough hid by in the bank at Gloucester
to fit out a boat OF own with next
! year.
| Jack had been counting rorothy
Chenoweth for over year-people said
they were when, one day in
July--Jack and her father were busy
mending their sails on the porch and Joe
was off haying--it came out that it fell
| to Dorothy herself to take the batter
and the chee>es and the eggs into town.
'Icy, sis!" called Dave Chenoweth
to his daughter as she was starting off
in the old farm wagon. her dark ewes
shining under her pink sunbonnet.
eyes, father!' answ red she, pulling
up the gray mare with nervous jerk.
stop to Squire Eedlon's as you
g'long; Mis- Red on told me as she'd be
a-wantn' butter an eggs, come along
bout now-morc'n they he'd of their
own. Fred's got home. an there's lots
D company over yon.'
every well, father"
| Dorothy drove away, glancing back
with Smiling eyes to Jack, mending his
nets on thu porch: she did not forget to
stop at Squire cd on's
MIS-. kedlon sent word by the cook
that she would take all the eggs and a
dozen cheeses; and as Dorothy Cheno-
weth, with her firm, brown hands, I'M
wrapped the white chceses from the
linen clio h, and set them on the big
platter Mrs. Nedlons cook held up to
her at the wa@on-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
Chcnoweth inste d.
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 livel in for sc
ma years, for il st this tall, slight,
strong young woman sitting th:re b fore
him in sip Of summer sunshine wit a
dismal brown fruck and a 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
TIE winters cold was gnawing at his
heartstrIngs, as, eagerly wat, hing for
Dorothy, he at last saw her drive slowly
down tie lane.
Fred Rcdon was lifting beside her.
| 10th wee talking so interestt div tina,
mel her Of t en- noticed him le,ning on
the messy wal, or saw that the lamps
were alrea y | GIFTED in the lighthouse
oro;hy always had supper Cd the
table urt rs the ghts were lighted, but
ton GIT sha hal, alas! forgotten alto.
gcthcr about slIrpel.
rel had come to the fen to see
Dave, to tax over his cd childish days,
when Fave Chen0weth was only second
mate himself and not married yet, and
when Fred Eedlon loved to sit on his
knee and listen to stories of the Glouces.
ter 9aeS AMI the bonny tisherman's life
he made of it.
50 the sumer IN led for Jack.
And SO il began for orothy.
What new wo, Id Fred opened to her
what books lie LroHg'lt her to read
what longings and cravings were born il
her grIlsh breast. And The long walks
on the rocky b ach, where hand louche j
land IN mute, growing acqulinianceshi
and the twilight wanderin9s all acros>
the Cape, tire ding the narrow sheep.
tracks, and stopping 10 pull the wild
flowers as ey vet And the home
comingS when the stars were out and al
the meadows shone with dew; when tn,
sea lay locked in calm, melting into the
great quiet OF the sum ner sky, and whi I
the Cape Ann ignts shone out in splen
dor yonder On Thatcher's lonely island
Those lights always made Dorothy re
member lark She krew NO. whv h;,i