Evening journal. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1888-1932, 1891-10-08
MOTHER CAREYS ROCKS.

"Now, Octavia." said Mrs GLAND, 'do be
a little careful today. Don't for pity's
sake let your wild spirits run away with
your
Octavia GLAND, in her pink muslin dress
tied here and there with iannty little bows
Of ribbon and stray gypsy hat garlanded
with pink peoples, turned around, the very
incarnation of radiant glee.
Mamma said she "why should you
grudge me my little holiday Don't work
behind Miss Farnshaw's counter all the
year like any African slavei Don't / lose
my very identity in shirts and pufiings
and toll my finger ends of with dounces
and tucksi Do let me play am a child
again, just this oncer
So this beautiful young Enphrosyne
danced away, leaving only the sweet echo
Of her laughter In the gloomy apartment
and Mrs. GLAND sighed.
''She Is so thoughtless, said the mother
"And Duncan Ray aud Hurry Bolton are
both going on the sailing party, and some
how ! feel as II today were 20 be the
turning point Of her life. wish she could
bring herself 20 like Duncan. He's asteady
noble souled lad, as his father was before
him, but there isn't much outside show
about him. And Bottoms a dashing young
somehow can't quite believe Ia him DC
tavia says haven't any knowledge OF the
world. Well, perhaps She is right But
think we quiet, stay home bodies are
sometimes gifted with a sort Of instinct In
these matters"
The day was all sparkle and sunshine
the excursion steamer, fiutterng with gay
flags and the sound Of music, glided ma
gestically along; the sea air breathed new
strength into weary lungs aud touched
fevered brows with alchemic power, and
all OF those overtired, overworked sewing
| girls forgot for a brief while that life was
nothing more than a treadmill TO them.
They laughed, they danced, they sang,
they dung flowers into the water that
/ doated around the wheelhouse; they
counted the glimmering sails that leaned
| up against the horizon, and finally when
| the boat landed at White Crags, they all
scattered IN various directions over the
silver shingled beach in merry pursuit Of
shells, seaweed and pebbles as so many
newly liberated school children might
have done.
And octavia GLAND, the prettiest girl in
all the throng, reigned as sort OF princess
among them
"Nlother Careys Cushionf" said she mer
rily, echoing the words of an old silt who
was mending his nets in sunny spot
with an old pipe in his mouth, and q
picturesque, long beard blowing about ii
the wind sis that what they call yondel
rockW
"That 'ere's what they halls her by, lad,
miss said the old sailor, his dim eye
resting with evident appreciation on Octa
Was fresh young lilies and roses. AN,
well it's known hereabOut."
"But why do they call It soS" persisted
the girl
because OF the cushion, my lady miss,
said the fisherman, laying his pipe dow
on the sand out Of respect 10 this charm
ing young presence, "and the Mothe
u Carey's chickens as circle around the poiu
e Of dark day. when there's q storm CON
le ing up. It's round rock near the top
u dye seef--with grass and MOSES GROWN
d on it, in a circle like a cushion. ! and m
c sweetheart--as has been dead these thirt
3 years-climbed up Il once. But we didn
a care 70 stay there long, tell We. For u
wind howled, and the seagulls shrieke'
and the tide roared like hungry shan
around us, aud il was as much as "
i could do to get down again with who
y bonesn
d "Why, It doesn't look such a gre
So height" said Bolton.
IN "Mebbe not-mebbe notln said the o
u man. "a quarter Of mile makes a de
Of difference in the looks Of things. Al
them as ant used to distances can't Gale
late"
n And he went on with his work, viii
A. the little group strolled on, bright Octav
De with her ribbons and curls floating, l3'
"a ton carrying her shawl, aud Duncan RI
re walking silently on the other side.
an And just then another gay party ov'
took them, and there was a discussion
TO where the site OF their impromptu ba
quet should be. Presently Duncan r
IN looked around.
re where's Octavia9" he asked
spe Everybody had some answer to NAL
are Auriette Hall had seen her not five m
tor utes before; Helen Ray was quite cert'
that she was hiding behind the ruin
boathouse on the edge of the beach; 10
Fielding suggested that she had proha
hn gone back 70 the steamer for scent bot
I'D or a handkerchief
ne "Shell be here presently" he said.
b. the meantime let as get the lunch rea
foe there's dark little edge Of cloud de
in the west that the captain says he dc
half like the looks or
,c And where was Octavia GLAND all I
T timer
+ She was springing up the steep and vi
re ing ledge Of rock quicker and lighter q
any mountain chamois, her veil float
back like white wreath OF mist, an
quisite scarlet dying her cheek.
70. III other people can climb TO Mot
Carey's Cushion so can /, said daunt
Octavia, keeping her face resoiutely a.
nm from the furious waves that boiled
ragged below, lest perchance Il should
rate der her giddy. "And how astonished
vel viii be when they see me waving my b.
rail kerchief to them from that dizzy peak
lily Long before the cold fowls, chic
airy salad and sandwiches were spread Il
nent the grass the captain came up from
ate steamer
1urs Ladies' and gentlemen said be,
Pa sorry to spoil sport. but there's sc
the brewing. il ever there was one and
the be safer well at sea than on these RAJ
The points Of rock. especially as the tide il
idly, ing a deal faster than we'd calculated