Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1890-07-12

il a tall, slight gtrI Sto0d before them.
A sultry noon in August. The hot at
mosphere seemed to culver against the
distant, low, dark hills; the small brook
ran languidly through the dry, parched
, meadow-reduced to mere thread. Not
! soul was to be seen in the one narrow
, street, which is the whole of the sleepy
little Cornish village of Trevarrock. Yes
one old woman was hanging out a
fisher1nan's red shirt to dry on the gray
stone wall before her cottage; tabby
| cat sat at the gate, pGrring luxuriously
4 in the sun.
FL The stranger, who had just crossed the
rough bridge, looked round him curious
ly. He was tall, stalwart man; lean
loose limbed, with a powerful rather
than handsome face, clean shaven, show
ing a firm, somewhat stern mouth, and
having a pair of deep set, blue gray eyes,
WHICH seemed to take in everything at a
glance. He might have been almost any
age between thirty and forty, and his
crisply curling black hair was streaked
with silver at the temples.
'Is this city of the dead?" he said,
addressing the old woman, who looked
at him with curiosity-strangers were
very rarely seen in Trevarrock you
seem to be all asleep down here" he con-
tinued, with laugh, cor to be taking
things very easily"
You're not from hereabouts, I reck-
on" said the woman, smiling in return,
cor you'd know that all the men are at
the pi1chard fishing, and the women and
children be mostly all down to the bay,
TO see the boats come in. Look zee yon-
der"
She lifted her brown hand and pointed
towards the sea, and Harold Darlington,
following its direction, saw on the broad,
blue waters that lay under the horizons
rim a cluster of boats drifting land
ward.
This is only fishing village, them
There Is no inn where could get lodg-
ing?" He looked somewhat dismayed
down the tiny lane of houses.
'No, that there bain't Old Ben Ire
bilco down yont'- designating cottage,
more dirty and dilapidated than its
neighbors-'' sells drap of beer and sour
cider, but he don't take in no dodgers. "
answered the old woman, in her soft,
slow Cornish drawl
'ls there no general shop, or postoffice
here? Great heavens! what placer the
stranger muttered, with i'll concealed i'm
patience.
''Oh, isl be the postmistress, and |
keeps morsel o tea and sugar, and the
Hike inside"
A glass bottle of red and white striped
sugar sticks, and two moldy oranges in
the cottage window bore out old Judith
Females words
"Well, then, must trudge back to
Penzance to-night-theres no help for it.
And yet | should have been well content
TO stay here; it is just the sort of place
that would have suited me- One could
be perfectly hidden from the eyes of the
world in'such an out of the way spot"
A light step behind him made him
suddenly look round. Judith, who was
standing on the threshold Of her door,
dropped courtesy, and her withered face
lighted up.
A tall, slight girl stood before them, a
rush basket on her arm The color came
into Mr.. Carrington's face. He had seen
many beautiful women in the course of
his strange, eventful life, but none SO
beautiful as this one, who wore her
shabby blue serge gown, with its patched
elbows, and sun burned straw sailor hat
IS an empress might have worn her royal
robes and crown
She was no village Dulcinea or rustic
red checked Queen of the Nav. No
bloom graced the rounded outline of her
face; but rich, creamy pallor, pure as
the heart of a white rose, contrasted viz.
idly with pair of glorious brown ewes,
and the thick, dark hair lying in great
lusterless waves above q brow low MS
that of Clytie. The mouth was perhaps
tritie sad and cynical in expression for
one SO young, the lips somewhat thin
& and compressed. But Harold Caring.
ton saw no flaw in her almost perfect
toveliness.
Involuntarily he raised his soft. gray
q wideawake, opening the gate for thi.
IA apparition of beauty to pass through.
But Judith Female stopped tue ri =.
saying. as though struck by brilliant
" idea:
81 why, dearie, maybe your'n the very
:. one can help us"
= She poured out Harold Carrington's
u difficulties, in spite of his gestures of dis
a approval, while the strange young lady
il gravely listened
1T is quite true, what Judith saws
that no lodging is to be had in the vii
y lage. But if You like to wait here for 2
ri short time, | will go and speak to m,
aunt, Mrs. Trevylian Perhaps she may
: be able to think of some plan"
The girl raised her large, dark ewes
and looked Harold full In the face as she