Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-04-17

consequences Of my sinful weakness are
reooiling upon my headl'
i hope you are satisfied, Gwenny,
was Mr.'Alworth's querulous complaint,
as he accompanied the rest into the cot
tage. L couldn't see the necessity Of
giving that inquisitiye fellow all those
particulars.
-Nsr was there any harm, am sure,
father, since he seemed so kindly dis
posed, was Gwendoline's cheerful reply.
They were then conducted upstairs by
the good widow, who introduced them,
with a good deal Of housewifely pride,
into the rooms she had provided for their
accommodation. They proved to be con-
nected with each other, were extremely
tidy, with the window of one loo king out
over the road, and that of the other upon
the ocean, whose gray sands crept up to
the rear Of the little kitchen garden, but
few PAGES distant from the house.
Gwendoline expressed her grateful
satisfaction for everything, and kissed
Aunt Joan with simplicity Of thankful
ness that was more eloquent than any,
thing she could say; while even Mr.. Al
worth was not so self-engrossed or abb
sent minded as not to appreciate what
was being done for him, and to testify
his sense Of it, after his own way.
Nov, my dears, you are to say no more
about thanks, or shall grow angry,
said the good old dame, whose Ian
guage was marked by but little Of the
Cornish peculiarities Of dialect, her rear
ing having been somewhat superior to her
surroundings.
Thanks, indeedl and from you, Mr..
| Thomas Alworth? As if should have
| forgotten what was done for me and
mine by you, in the old daysl No, my
dearies-not SO long as the water runs
in the sea, and there's fish in it for the
seine-haulingl Say no more of that, if you
| please; and Miss Gwendoline shall just
take her time in looking for genteel en-
ployment to her taste.
She was presently interrupted by her
eldest sons stentorian voice calling up
from below, and demanding if there was
to be any reading that evening.
"Yes, yes; to be sure, called out the
widow, in response; and then, turning to
her guests, she added, with not little
pride: Peter reads q chapter every
night he's home excepting Sunday, .ot
course) from great book, The Nayi'
gators of All Nations, and he's an uncom.
mon talent for mere fisherman. It wants
an hour of bedtime, and you'll be glad tc
listen"
Gwendoline smilingly assented, fol
both her father and herself, and they
forthwith sought out the society of the
two stalwart brothers below who wert
already seated in the great apartment
that answered for kitchen, dining, ant
living room in one, Paul with tangle o.
fshing-tackle in his lap, which he wal
gravely putting into shape, and Pete
with his volume spread in readiness upoI
table before him, with reading lamI
at his elbow.
The reading. however, was really onl.
attractive to the widow, her sons, an'
Christie.
Notwithstanding that Peter read but in
differently, in the broadest of coast idioms
and with loud voice that emulated
fog-horn both in capacity and punctua
ton, Mr.. Alworth was soon DOING peace
fully under its influence, while evel
Gwendoline found some difficulty il
keeping up an appearance Of interest il
the particular navigator under considera
tion.
She was, consequently, not unwillin
to have the reading curtailed by the al
| rival Of o visitor, as it was before th
chopter had been finished.
The visitor was Miss Winford.
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