The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1888-02-28

III HIS Dig his legs on q iOOJ-
stool and warm rug round him, listening with
grave satisfaction to the storm.
mad been rs young as you are would
have been out in this" he said to me, 81
wouldn't have been hulking here securing
pewter pots
had done my securing long ago, but it was
his neat way of putting it.
Its roughish night said, not caring to
aggrayate him by any defense. now that he
was little pleasant in his manner.
II should have had steam up in the Flying
tlsh and gone. That's where the pull is, for
the SHIPS are sure to so to pieces or run ashore
ON a night like this, as sure as thunder and
lightning, death and the devil, boy"
~ eS, exactly" said; ''and you were never
afraid OF danger?"
"Afraid'' he reared forth. "I was never
afraid of anything, you fool you! 1 never
stopped at anything, or let anything stop me ;
what wanted had always. If they said
shouldn't have it, took it for myself"
of who said?"
"What'a that to you? And so I've got prot
ty warm and comfortable, and"
ventured to supply word.
And happy?"
"No, you wretched, limp, UNDERGONE, hair
dresser OF a man-not hanpy. Who could be
happy with you? WHO could be happy
with blazing pair of legs like these,
and with"
Then he was silent suddenly, and 1 mixed
him another glass OF rum and water at pecu-
hand and one eye, and which meant rum and
water, hot, with a slice OF lemon it. He did
not say any more. lie became strangely silent
for him; for when he had not me to talk to,
he would talk to himself for hours talk him
self to sleep, and then 90 on muttering in his
dreams IN rare, busy fashion. But that night
he grow suddenly still and quiet, and stared
before him strangely at Grace Darling pic
ture on the opposite wall, and continued to
stare after had left him to attend to Il GUS
ell,
and kept tapping SO persistently with piece
OF mney Don the pewter-covered counter that
L had quite made up my mind to sauce him for
his hurry. But it was not 4 chin" When L
had reached the shop, which was down long
passage, and good distance from the parlor,
between which and the shop there were more
rooms than one, the Flying Fish Inn being a
rambling old place, ] discovered my customer
to be female, young female and q pretty one.
too, for all her pale face and big, blue, staring
eyes. ! did not know her for one of my neigh
bors-for any one in Deal, where [ knew every
one by sight. and was sure she was foreigner
before she spoke word. Her dress was very
dark, but it was peculiar; her hair was very
light, her hat or bonnet seemed rather of a
queer shape, and there were two funny little
crystal crosses in her ears.
what can L get you, lady?" I asked at last,
as she continued to look at me-to regard me
in my turn in the light of a curiosity.
Then she spoke in English, but with for
eign ACCEPT and in q very low tone.
sssx "A 3zh al s'' che ssid, woadcss
ing yoa are younger, taller, different alao.
gether. You do not answer the description
you-"
''What man do you want 90
81 wish to see Mr.. Samuel Nangle, of the
Flying Fish" she answered.
"This is the Flying Fish and Mr.. Nangle is
lis he alive?"
80, yes"
sfA nd we'll 9''
"Not well. He has not been well and strong
for years; but then he is very old"
eyes, [ know"
was surprised at the extent of her knowl-
edge, but waited for her to inform me of the
object of her visit.
sis he indoors?"
eyes"
"Can l see him 2"
"Ye-es, think So" said hesitatingly,
"although it's late in the evening and he is not
particuly nice to visitors as a rule"
'He expects me-"
"My-my Uncle Samuel-expects you?"
exclaimed.
Eyes, he has been expecting me for some
time," was the quiet explanation proffered,
"for days months, years, l dare say He has
been always certain l should come. Why, it
was as sure should call some day as that the
sun will rise tomorrow"
For the first time she smiled, and liked the
look of her when she smiled
''I'll tell my uncle you have come, then"
said.
"Thank you; do"
"Who-who shall say has called ?"
"Bertha Keefeland. He will know the
name.'
Indeed"
HAS he never spoken of it to you?"
"Never."
"That's strange" she remarked. ''Has he
altered very much of late years? ?"
Eyes, very much"
"People do. Well, tell him L have come,
young man"
was proceeding in wondering, drcamlike
fashion toward the long, dark passage again,
when she called and said:
SIS his memory as good as it used to be?
Old people forget; my father did, sadly-very
sadly"
Her face Swallowed at some Renaissance,
and / said
81 think his memory's pretty good for most
things"
'Sdll, no may have forgotten" was the
thoughtful comment here; "the name may
have even passed away altogether from his
recollection. He neyer speaks of me you sayY'
'He does not"
Perhaps it will be as well to say Casper
Keefeland's daughter"
I'm make n point of doing 500
"And if he's too old, or too i'll to see me, /
viii not worry him." she continued. comfy
tell him to let me have the sandal-wood box
which was left here to be called for.'
ITO be called for?"
eyes. Which my father left with him
which he told him should fetch some day"
"Oh! did hep" ] said, completely bewiider-
ed now, and wondering at ali this and what it
meant and what was to follow. / was borne
down by grim forebodings, which closed thick
and fast about me as / snanblcd my way along
tine dark. passage 10 the inn parlor.