The Big Sandy news. [volume] (Louisa, Ky.) 1885-1929, 1888-08-23

now as she recognized him.
zone minute" he said.
"Not now. Lean not wait" she insistei
and he stepped back without word.
What could he wish TO see her fort Sh
remembered what he had said that tim,
'If you were rich and honored should hay
been too proud TO address yuu.n She ha
resented the speech then. Recalling 1t no'
she could not help admitting that Il di
honor 70 John Ashton She was thinkin
OF John Ashton the boy, tho little ragge
fellow who vsed to do chores about he
fathers house, picking up an education q
the public schools, devoting himself to he
service on holidays. John Ashton the ma
was separate entity, and she had neve
trusted herself to analyze her impression
OF him. He was liked and trusted by a
men, and very probably admired by women
She knew his errand 10 the place. He wa
q celebrated engineer now, and had com
down to take charge OF a great project 70
reclaiming the tide.lands. People called tn
enterprise "the march of Improvement,
but Miss Vanderpool hated the march o
improvement and did not care for benefit
to commerce, but liked best the wide strctcl
OF salt marshes with their rusty vegetation
| their black pools and fitting fogs. Sh,
| was coming to them now, for her path La,
along their border and soon she wa
| beside them, and drew long breath, in
haling the fresh ocean air with its briny
| smell She looked out to sea, where lumi
nous glow along the horizon commemorateC
| tho going down of the sun, and suller
| clouds above presaged the gathering of 1
storm. She hoped, with feeling OF pity
new TO her, that 1t might be clear for al
hour or two on the morrow, that the buria
| of the little child might not be made drear.
Ter by .clouded skies and driving rain,
| Not far away on the marsh, surrounded by
broad pools which reflected the distant glow
in the sky, she saw the tall chimney of 0
steam derrick and low, barge-like shape
that seemed TO be anchored in the mud.
She did not give herself much time to specu-
late now. Night was fast falling, and a
little ahead she saw the tiny brook she
sought. But think momentl Was it the
right placei She hesitated for an instant in
doubt and perplexity, then looked quickly
about TO determine her bearings by some
familiar landmarks. There on the blufi
were the square outlines of her old homo,
just visible against the sky, and there, of 10
the right, far beyond, were the harbor lights.
just little further on, then sharp turn to
the left, climb up the rocks to the little
bench that lay between the bhuffs and shore,
and she should find the flowers She pressed
hurriedly on to gain the place before it
should be wholly dark. She knew way up
the bluffs, steep and winding path, by
which she could gain the lighted upper
street when she was done. II only she
could ence find the flowers, the dewy,
spring flowers, with their faint, sweet odor
and their fresh, sheltering leavesi All
worldly thoughts seemed TO fall away from
her, the weight of disappointment and care
was lifted from her heart, and she felt like
an eager child, bent on her innocent quest.
But what was this-the solid ground CIV
ing way beneath her feet, every step taking
her deeper and deeper into bottomless
ooze, her feet drawn down and held as il by
leaden weights This was not the way il
used to be along the banks Of the little
brook. In moment the full horror of the
situation flashed upon her. Deceived by the
light or rendered careless by her own wan
dering thoughts, she had strayed further
from the town than she had supposed, and
what she had mistaken for the little brook
was really an estuary OF the sea, bordered
by treacherous boys, portion Of the great
waste of tide-land which the company were
seeking TO reclaim. Quick and sharp came
other recollections. She remembered that
children had been lost there when at play
She remembered that every now and then
some man or woman had mysteriously dis
appeared from sight and knowledge, and 1t
had been whispered about that they had
bsen last seen walking along the border Of
the tide-lands. But these were people of
she lower classes about whom the Wander
pools had given themselves little concern
She remembered now-ah, how sharply =
hat she had read with curling lip that por-
ion OF the young engineers argument be-
ore the harbor commissioners, when he
vas pleading for permission to go on with
his work, wherein he had advanced, as one
II his strongest pleas, that many lives
would be saved by the completion Of the en-
erprise And now she, Judith Vanderpool,
he last Of her name, was about to succumb
o this most unheroic destiny 1t was bet
err So Sde would have chosen this very
way of death, If she might. She had been
ortured by ono dread, over and over again,
Turing these years OF poverty and privation,
it now. II she should have
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