The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1886-12-01


man who, at the lane gate, stood now
looking into her eyes.
1t was the face of an artist, poet,
dreamer-one OF those men who mar
their lives through trying to make of
them too much. The splendid black
eyes, bespeaking his Spanish mother,
were far handsomer than her own; the
delicate dilated nostrils, the thin selfish
lips, the low stature and the beautiful
white womanish hands.
Dorothy sighed sigh of curious con-
tent and discomfort. This man, she felt,
filed certain part of her future full.
And yet-and yet. She raised her eyes
to the sea. There pointed the great gray
finger, there shone the lights; and she
heard Jack Kendall whistling softly to
himself at the barn, where he was help
ing Joe put up the horse and feed the
lambs.
1t was November.
The Susan Jane had already been out
and up to the Banks once and back again
with load.
AS Jack Kendall neared Gloucester Har-
bor, the strain was almost too much for
him. Would he have gone to Boston
Surely, yes. Would she be glad to see
him, or would she only be thinking of
the Summer lover, whose effeminate
beauty Jack, in his big soul secretly
despised
lie left Dave Chenoweth pottering
about the Susan Jane. chaffering with
fish-merchants, and swiftly pulled him
self in boat around the bend in by the
cove, and in front of the farmhouse.
Jack stood up in the boat.
For i've years Dorothy had always been
standing, after every trip, on that tall,
square boulder, waving her handkerchief
to him. Then the light spring from her
perch run down the strip of beach
across the marshy meadows, along the
little pier. and her hand lay in his.
Not to-day. Instead, he deserted Fred
Redlon's horse tied to the gate-post, and
two figures-of a height-pacing up
and down the porch.
Jack sat down He picked up his oars,
and clinching his teeth together, pulled
back against the tide to Gloucester and
the Susan Jane.
1t would be time enough to reach
Chenoweth Farm when Dave himself
went over, so he thought.
"What perfect nightw Redlon ex-
claimed, looking out to the starry sky.
'Theres storm brewing, for all those
stars, though" Dorothy answers, more
weatherwise than her companion. ''See
yonder red light in the west, and all that
bank of billowy clouds. We shall catch
a gale tomorrow or ! am mistaken. |
wish father were safe at home"
Dorothy shades her eyes with her
hand, Just in time to catch glimpse of
Jack Kendall as he rounds the point.
'There be Jack now :" cries she. 1.-The
Susan Jane must be in, and father will
be home for Thanksgiving, after all"
The girls face flushes with pleasure and
excitement as she claps her hands to-
gether. Il wonder what Jacks pulling
off to Gloucester for 2" she adds, pres
emily.
"Perhaps he caught sight of me and
took frightw Redlon says, stroking his
dark mustache.
''Took fright from you Jack? You're
too little the girl says, purposely
misunderstanding him, and with a GER
tain scorn of small things and small men
implied in her curling red lips.
Redlon laughs.
$50 long, Dorothy, as am big enough
to have cut him out of your heart, my
size will suit me we'll enough"
"And have youl she asks, stopping
short, and staring at him with her wide,
lovely eyes.
Haven't II" cries the young fellow,
passionately taking her brown hands in
his soft white ones Dorothy, II l
thought you weren't to be mine, Id
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81 don't know he responds, sullenly.
'You torture me tonight. Why is it
that sometimes you make me feel that l
am in your eyes lacking2 Heavens "
cries he, angrily. "YOu are the only
woman on earth who ever did make me
feel so. Why is it9"
''Do YOU want to know" she asks.
''Yes, do Tell me
'Do you see the sea yonder, and the
storm brewing2 when the great waves IL
be mountains high, and when the wind
! III 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 Well, there's where you re
lackin'. You've crossed the ocean aboard
of a steamer, five times as you tell me,
alvin in berth as snug as your own
room at home there, and as safe; but
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-ereepin' up over yon'
Nothing"
Redlon looks at her and his own poetic
nature borrows something of the feryent
flash of hers
"Dorothyln cries he, catching the tall
girl TO his heart. IN be worthisr OF