Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1889-04-04
Mgchapcdown Frederick County, Maryland Thursday April 4, 1889

Make him talk, and something be-
sides Spanish, or there is no power IN
eyes and lips.
Talk what p
Love! But we must 90 in. You
remember we have an engagement with
sailing party
An hour later, when the sun had
tempered his burning kisses, they ap.
peared in the most dainty, boating cos
tunes AID walked slowly to where
White Wings was awaiting its precious
freight.
In so doing. they passed near to where
Lisle Liston was lying, in his favorite
careless attitude, and, in her merry,
hooking mood, May called out:
Skipper, what OF the scar
She did not intend to be heard, but
quick as though the answer came, low
voiced but distinct;
Last night the moon had golden
ring
oh! exclaimed Kate, neryouslY, to
her companion If these words should
be an omen 7
"A good one. if at all. was replied.
for didn't you hear him cav something
about golden ring, and what does that
portend, if not marriage =
The company was waiting for them,
and soon the yacht was dancing over
water that seemed too indoent to ever
rise into pillows, or break into foa m.
Then song sprung simultaneously to the
lips of all on board, save Kate Erskine.
Silently she watched the receding shore
and the stalwart form, and wandered at
the strange Intervening Of their lives,
if the future held any more surprises,
what the ending would be, and why the
tongue of the man whose eyes burned
with love had never spoken Of it.
To her witty and more dashing friend
her sympathetic face said this and more.
Then, AS daylight faded and night
came, she instinctiveIy looked at the
curdling sky. and, with extreme vivid,
ness, the next line Of the question,
But to night no moon see, flashed
up from memory.
She could ste the outline of the curv-
ing shore, the white foam of the the
waves as they broke upon it, and felt
the little boat rising and falling meath
l;er, though. as yet, there was little of
wind, she could hear the plalntive cry
of the gulls, as they whirled past, and
the growing of the breakers, as they
met the defiant rocks, and gnashed
their white teeth in wrath.
Then, and suddenly. the water APP
peared to lift itself in giant throes to
tne sky. the clouds to whirl down to
meet them. From an almost calm, a
passionate outbreakiLg of the elements
came; from a zephyr, furious tempest
was born. The transparent blue of the
heavens became inky black. Little mo-
tionless clouds were transformed into
writhing, twisting. battling monsters,
and, as if shaken from their folds, flash
es of lightning came, the angry below.
ing of the watery orchestra was answer
ed by the deafenlng overtures Of the
thunder, and the rain fell, drenching
and binding.
In speechless agony, with limbs par
alyzed by fear, Kate Erskine sat hold
Ing the hand of her friend. In every
wave she saw hundreds OF hideous faces;
hundreds of monstrous hands. ready to
clutch and drag her down to tathomless
depths. Then, mast and sails were
blown away, and the White Wings lay
n helpless wreck in the through Of the
sea.
Of what followed Kate knew moth.
ing, until her eyes opened upon verv
different scene--upon clear sky
through which the moon was sailing,
unclouded; upon calm sea, over which
little boat was being urged by strong
arms; upon q face bending over her
with pity.
Mr. Lston, L. she gasped.
Am sale
The others?'
Are making merry I have no doubt,
oyer the accident
You say nothing Of the saving part
you played
1T was no more than any man should
do for any woman, he answered, ignor-
ing the desperate chances he had taken
"a thousand fold less than | would do
for you, Miss - l cannot call you
thus coldly-for you, dear Kate
Pulling the boat under the shadow Of
trees that flinged u grassy bank, he
rested upon the oars, and pleaded, with
all the strength and nobleness OF his
manhood, his love.