Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-01-05

not. I have only taken to practicing in
earnest during the last two years. Before
that was barrister in name, and that is
ALL"
''Then why did you suddenly begin to
work?"
because lost my prospects, Miss Gran
ger-from necessity, in short"
s'Oh, beg your pardoni" she said, with a
blush. which he of course could not see. 81
did not mean TO be rude. But it is very
lucky for you, is it nOt?"
Indeed! Some people don't think so.
Why is it lucky?''
because you will now rise and become a
great man, and that is more than being a
rich man."
"And why do you think that shall be-
come great man?" he asked, stopping pad
ding in his astonishment and looking at the
dim form before him.
"Oh! because it is written on your face, 4"
she answered simply.
Her words rang true; there was no fat
terry or artifce in them. Geofrey felt that
the girl was saying just what she thought.
$50 you go in TOR physiognomy as well, I"
he said. "Well, Miss Granger, it's rather
odd, considering all things, but will say to
you what never said to anyone before. 1
believe that you are right. shall rise. If
l live feel that have it in me-"
At this point it possibly occurred to Bea-
trice that, considering the exceeding brevity
of their acquaintance, they were drifting
into somewhat confidential conversation.
At any rate, she quickly changed the topic.
''I'm afraid you are growing tired" she
said; "but we must be getting on. 1t will
soon be quite dark and we have still long
way to 60. Look there, and she pointed
seaward.
He looked. The whole bank of mist was
breaking up and bearing down on them in
enormous billows of vapor. Presently,
these were rolling over them, so darkening
the heavy air that, though the pair were
within four feet of each other they could
scarcely see one another's faces. AS yet
they felt no wind. The dense weight of
mist choked the keen, impelling air.
''I think the weather is breaking; we are
going to have a Storm" said Beatrice, a
little anxiously.
Scarcely were the words out of her mouth
when the mist passed away from them, and
from all the seaward expanse of ocean. Not
a trace of it was left, and In its place the
strong sea-breath beat upon their faces
Far In the West the angry disk of the sun
was sinking into the foam. A great red ray
shot from its bent edge and lay upon the
awakened waters like a path of fire. The
ominous light fell full upon the little boat
and full upon Beatrice's lips Then it
passed on and lost itself in the deep mists
which still swathed the coast.
''Oh, how beautiful it isI' she cried, rails
ing herself and pointing to the glory of the
dying sun.
SIT is beautiful, indeedP' he answered,
but he looked not at the sunset, but at the
woman's face before him, glowing like a
saints in its golden auriole. For that also
was most beautiful-so beautiful that it
stirred him strangely.
"It is like"-she began, and broke off
suddenly.
"What sit like?" he asked.
at is like finding truth at last" she
answered, speaking as much to herself as
aIlegory out of It. We wander in mist and
darkness shaping vague course for home.
And then suddenly the mists are blown
away, and glory fills the air, and there is
no more doubt only before us is splendor
making all things clear and lighting us
over deathless sea. 1t sounds rather too
grand" she added, with a charming little
laugh; "but there's something in it some
where, if only could express myself. Oh,
lookP'
As she spoke q heavy storm-cloud rolled |
over the vanishing rim of the sun. For a |
the light struggled with the eclips- |
ing cloud, turning Its edge TO the hue of |
copper, but the cloud was too strong and |
the light vanished, leaving the sea in dark
ness.
WELL" he said, "your allegory would |
have a dismal end if you worked it out. |
It's getting as dark as pitch, and there's a |
good deal in that if only 1 could express
myself"
Beatrice dropped poetry and came down
to facts in way that was very commend
able.
"There's a squall coming up, Mr.. Bing-
ham, she said; you must paddle as hard |
as you can. 1 do not think we are more |
than two miles from Bryngelly, and if we
are lucky we may get there before the J
weather breaks"
eyes, if we are lucky" he said grimly, |
as he bent himself to the work. "But the |
question is where to paddle to-it's so dark. |
Hadn't we better run for the shore?''
"We are in the middle of the bay now"
she answered, land almost as far from the
nearest land as we are from Bryngelly, be-
sides it is all rocks. No, you must 90
straight on. You viii see the Poise light be-
yond Coed presently. You know Coed is
four miles on the other side of Bryngelly,
70, when you see it, head to the Left
He obeyed her, and they neither of them
poke any more for some time. Indeed, the
Using wind made conversation difficult
md SO far as Geofrey was concerned he had
little breath left to spare for words. He
vas strong. man, but the unaccustomed
abor was beginning to tell on him, and his
70 he padded on through darkness which
vas now almost total, wondering where on
.arth he was vending, for it was quite i'm
possible to see. For all he knew to the con-
rary, be might be circling round and round.
ae had only one thing to direct him, the
weep Of the continually rising wind and
he wash of the gathering waves. So long
3 these struck the canoe, which now began