The Penn's Grove record., 1888-06-30

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Nor be dragged like a toy. all a-curl;
For he proudly knows he's a dog, does
Jack,
And I'm not that sort of a Girl.
WHAT THE OCEAN DID.
1t was a bright, CHEEKY day-a day
when singing birds, whispering trees,
and playing sunshine should have in
spired all hearts with gladstone mirth
and poetic musings, and yet Louisa
Fair had a wOmanly at of the blues
regular and unadulteratei blues. She
felt restlessly unhappy, thoroughly de-
spondent and hopelessly miserable. and
yet the most critical research could
not detect the least shadow of a reason
for all this misery. But that the cause
was invisible made the fact none the
less a miserable fact; and so she went
on, most unreasonably having the blues
them off by outdoor exercise, but this
failing, and having learned by expe-
rience that solitude and an interesting
book, If she could manage to get inter-
ested, was the best panacea for these
moods, she retired to her own room.
Louise had come from San Fran
cisco down to her aunt's country seat
at Santa Cruz, to spend a few weeks
during the hot summer months. Her
aunt, Mrs. Wlnslow, always had at
this season of the year, her house full
OF friends and acquaintance who, by
the kind invitation of the host and
hostess of Shady Villa, had come to
spend a few weeks in pure country
enjoyment, in preference to going to
some fashionable springs where one
endures more annoyance than undis-
turbed comfort.
But what made Louise have the
bluesY No one could tell; in fact, she
could not have told herself. 1t was
one of those strange feelings which
come over one at times, and n cannot
tell how they come, or what is the
cause. Everything seems dark, and
life doesn't seem worth living; a sort
of Illumination pervades the whole sys-
tenn, ~fOreboding thoughts crowd upon
one another, and it requires a great
deal of will force to become cheerful,
and to throw of such depressing feel.
ings.
Louise looked beautiful as she sat by
her room window, dressed in a dress
of pure white, her head having a
majestic carriage, her face bearing a
very thoughtful expression. and her
abundant, rich black hair plainly
twisted. AS she sat by the window
her chin resting on her hand, and her
eyes looking with fixedness upon the
ocean in the distance, she was truly a
picture Of beauty very seldom witnessed
by any one.
Shady Villa was situated on one OF
the numerous hills for which Santa
Cruz is famous, commanding from its
elevated site one Of the finest views of
the harbor and the broad Pacific. Mrs.
Winslow was going to give a dinner in
the afternoon; a few of her city friends
were coming to spend a few days with
her.
Mrs. Winslow and her niece were
waiting patiently for the arrival of that
afternoons steamer, Santa Barbara.
The carriages had already been sent to
the landing to convey the guests to the
house. AS the whirr of the wheels
was heard on the gravelled drive, the
ladies stepped through the low windows
Of the drawing room out upon the
broad piazza, to receive their friends as
they aliQhted from the carriages.
Mr.. Winslow approached Ills wife
with a stranger by his side.
"My dear, this is the son of my old
friend, Henry Tracy, whom you already
know by name as a young gentleman
bidding fair to be one of our brightest
lights at the bar"
As Mrs. Winslow was showing her
guest all the courtesy that was due to
q friend of her husband, and as he was
expressing his great pleasure In thus
meeting the wife Of his fathers dearest
friend, Mr.. Tracy suddenly started as
q merry, rippling laugh was waited
toward him, and i%nvoluntarily he ex-
claimed.
What q musical voicef'
"My niece" rejoIned Mrs. Winslow.
Mr.. Winslow came forward with
Louise on his arm, and completed the
formal introduction between his niece
and his friend. She had changed
greatly since the morning, n could
hardly believe that the thoughtful girl
at the window was now the smiling
and laughing creature talking so spirit
eddy with Mr.. Tracy, and whose must
cal laugh inspired everybody.
Dinner over, they all retired to the
drawing-room, to have a pleasant chat
and some music before Withdrawing
for the night, and further to form
their plans for Willing away the time
in the most enjoyable manner
The next morning Mrs. Winslow
came into her niece's room in a great
hurry.
"Come, get your hat aud shawl We
are all going down 10 the seashore.
taking our lunch with us, and we are
going to have a pleasant time In Red
wood Grove. Where is Mi. Tracy l
have been looking everywhere for him.
He must be found to 60 with u.s."
II thought l saw him in the music
room as l was coming up from break
fast" answered Louise.
"He is not there, because l just
came through, l suppose he has taken
\ stroll, to enjoy his cigar in solitude.
1 will tell John to look him up while
we get ready"
Mr.. Tracy was waiting by the car
riage as Mrs. Winslow AMI her niece
came up to the party. The carriages
were soon conveying a gay, light
hearted crowd to the beach. which was
some three miles OIL. Fast horses put
distance In the background. and soon
they scattered up aud down the beach,
picking up shells, pebbles and seaweed
of innumerable Sarieties, strewed
sbundantly along the suore. The day