Telegram-herald., 1889-07-04

t2iar a-1 gons So4th for oEise.
A. Eoekford sss really Eerysus. - eager
were th-y - get q glimpse of tae Southroa
beatty wiz enough % have sa-rea Martha
Dslaceys heart; all bet little christie
karus.
She heard the gossip with bl.Dcaet face
snd com mpressed lips, ald her sweet dreams
ef Sed2rwood vanished into ths bitterness
Of the cruel awakening.
Only q week before the Captain had IN
yited her over - see the new arrAD gements,
ani seemed - pleased witn Der warm aP-
prevail
Aud now--he would bring bride from
the southland - its cozy ap-rt0e1tsi
o. twas TOO much Chrisile walked on
the bright shore; climbed up tie hAls, high
Up among the sllsery oirehes AMI sirsg-
CLING OAKS 70 try 70 forget IL could nst be,
Eay, she must remember
Somehow she had always felt SO sure OF
Captain Delancys heart, she had read his
love many uues in the quiet. expressive
eyes
And only last week al Cedarwood he
looked at her In such way that her heart
throbbed u The Old, old story as II never
had before
Then. too, be lad kissed her hand al
parting, aad called ber his dearest
friend"
What did II all mean why had he called
her thati What were the pretty carpets and
nlmy curtains At Cecarwood 10 her f-f-
Christie went no further in her painful
questioning for the rock on which she
stood suddenly loosened from ats sandy bed
and slipped down the hillside.
She clutshed at the roots OF u hcmlock,
but they eludcd her frantic efforts, and with
q cry Christie shut her eyes and went down
-,iown-down.
''The waters mighty rough, pears TO me !;
guess III pull ashore" And shoreward
came the boat OF old Lee, the fisherman.
HIS long, unkempt locks blowing in the
breeze, his ragged jacket aud general di!ap-
idated appearance were enough 10 exrite
pity, but for all that he would have laughed
the idea TO scorn.
He and 1.-THE old 'oomnn" were contented !;
they .'had nuff 10 eat and wear, and what
more was wantin'f'
He gathered up his basket with its two
pckerel and trudged along over the wet
sand, his hair flying in the wind aud dreamy
expressions Hitting across his wrinkled
visage.
.Lor', what's this! Whyi great guns, it's
the little brown-eyed darter of Widder
Burns, as I'm alveF'
He stopped over the prone form and, see
ing no signs OF animation, he shouted 10 a
boy some distance up the shore
"Ahoyl there, Mare" The boy turned
and came back.
The spray from the incoming tide
drenched the feet of the unfortunate girl,
and lacerated arm showed through the
orn sleeve as the old fisherman lifted the
white face tenderly 10 his knee.
She's dead, l do b'lieve; must ha' fallen
from them rocks up thar som'crs," he NUT
tered Il wonder why in all natur peoples
got TO go galivantin' up these pesky hills
for, any wayf'
The boy knelt by Christie and took her
wrist with trembling fingers. ''She's alive,
SIR" he said, joyfully.
AVE, ayer' assented the old man, and
he gathered up his unconscious burden and
babe Marc run on ahead Of him and break
the news gently to the mother.
Don't 20 an say she's dead, now," said
he; ''but say Christie's had fall an that
I'm a brlngin' her home"
Marc understood, and fairly flew over tie
sands toward the little cottage a quarter OF
mile back from the pier.
Old Lee sped along forgetful OF the two
pickerel, OF the old oonlan's tay, OF every.