The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1886-10-09
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chuck-full O. silver, an would make our
fortinW
Poor father! Guess Of more silly
folks he'd give all their money TO them
mining chaps, we might travel right
through that hole to Chiny now! But"
added the girl. sageiy, "worritin' amt
goin' to fetch the money back Guess
81 poor father'd knowcd the pesky hole
he'd no bottom, he wouldn't "a KEEP on
throwin' all his money into't He
thought he was doin' 1t for the best
that's certing."
"Yes, tits. Now, where you goin'-
an 1t most supper-timep' N triilc i'm.
patiently gucr cd the mother as her
daughter rose, took her sun bonnet
from It's peg. and walked toward the
door.
You've often wished I'd been born
n boy, mother. I'm goin' to show you
that a girl can be of some use, too"
You've goin up to the Surf House,
after ALI" ioyfully cried her mother,
following her to the door.
"Yes, I'm goin' up to the Surf
House," with peculiar smile, repeated
Vesta. al shan't be long; Of you'll
wait till come back, Ill git the sup
per-"
"You jest 60 right along, Vcsty Kcl-
lyen. guess hain't forgot how TO
bile codfsh!" and before Vesta was
out of hearing. the gratifiod widow was
Gathering briskly among the pots and
pans in the little kitchen. Perhaps it
was an hour later when Vesta. with
buoyant step and with heart much
lighter than it had been for many day.
retraced her way to tho cottage Just
at the turn of the road she encountered
a tall, sunburned. handsome youth. the
nets and fishing-tackle hanging over his
shoulder betraying his handicraft
"Hello. ZemroH' she salutcd.
"Hello, vesty!" he returned, curious
ly eyeing her, as if doubtful how to
understand the glatlness in her face and
tone. "Where you been?'
ITO the Surf House."
''Goin' to work therep" he asked his
face Frightening.
''Guess not Mr.. Zemro Dowlin'.
Hain't ! vowed wouldn't work up tc
the hotelp"
"Yes, you hev." slowly and with jus,
n touch of disappointment in his tone.
'How's granny" questioned Vesta,
suddenly changing the subject.
"Some better Coin down to see hel
this aftcrnoonp'
"Guess not; Iwant to see Squire Cor
mis- after supper"
Eyes? heard that the squire wa.
lookin' for some one to plow hi.
meadow; goin' to let him hev th'
horses?"
No"
"Oh, l thought mcbbe you was
You'll be selin the team by-'n' -by?'
: "Guess not; leastways not till-til
you're captin O the Fearnaught," sh'
added, smiling and blushing.
His face saddened. "Thet IL never
be, I'm afraid, Vcsty," he replied
shifting the nets to the other shoulder
"Never's long time, Mr.. Zemr,
Dowlin'. There's mother bcckonin' t.
me. Goodbye. Wait minute,
catching the corner of one of the net
rs he was starting forward. ..Tll Civ,
you something pleasant for bait. L
you amt capting OF the Fearnaught be
fore you're a year older, my name ain
/ Vesty Kellyen."
His free arm caught her before sh,
had time to escape from his side, ans
, bending his face close to her own, h
whispered: when I'm captin' of tn
7 Fearnaught, my darlin', your nam,
won't be Vesty kellyen. that's Ger
ting"
> She laughed, broke from his claspin.
? arm, and ran swiftly toward the cot
tage. With the advent of July cam
@ the first boarders to Hackmetack Cove
The day on which the staunch littl
! steamer Rockland made her first land
, ing of the season WAS q gala-day for tn
residents alongshore, rs woll as for tn
dwellers among the adjacent hills
Long enough before the hour at whicl
the boat was expected, every body tha
could walk or hobble had repa red t
the wharf to meet the genial "capting'
, and to criticse the new arrivals
MANY comm to-dayp" ,ked wood
man. who had walked at least five mile
from his camp in the forest, of the pro
7 prietOr of the Surf House, with whom
he was trudging toward the wharf
'Only six" was the reply.
'I don't see no team at the wharf.
"No."
: "Hedn't we better tell Mel Hammond
;, Guess he'd make bout ~ good u sho,
| Will HiS tcauh rs 'tIly Onc rouhu ucTt
now that D'rius kellyen's gone"
1--WE arranged for team" returne
. the landlord, with peculiar smil
wreathing his good-natured mouth.
!, $50! Bankers. 1 dessay?"
l "No."
There was silence for several me
= ments: then. unable longer to curb hi
! lnquisitiveness, the woodman aske
again: ''Who is goin' to haul emp"
"The Kellyen team"
! "The Kellyen team? 1 hedn't hear
! as anybody'd hired it from Miry."
Nobody hain't. Look out"' as tn
clatter of horse-hoofs behind them cause
both to step quickly out of the way o
an approaching team, ''Thct's who
Q goin' to haul 'em," added the landlord
nodding toward the buck board whic
was rolling toward the wharf. "Vest
Kellyen came to me few days afte
D'rius was buried, an said she wante
/, should give her N equal chance wit
+ the rest O. the teams; and rs l couldn'
s see why she shouldn't drive buck
a board if she was SO minded, said wa
9 willin'."
, "Great King! Who d a thought it?'
+ The astonishea woodman said no more
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