The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1891-10-04
A FEARFUL WOMAN.
The Self Sacrifice Of a Lover Who
Came of ga Low Family
THE END.


It wanted less than hour to high tide
when Miss Marty Lear heard her broth
er's boat CRATE on the narrow beach be-
low the garden, and srt the knives and
glasses straight willis she listened for
the rattle Of the garden gate.
A stunted line of hazel ran along the
foot of the garden and prevented all
view of the landing place from the
kitchen window. But above the hazels
one could look across and catch a
glimpse, at high tide, of the intervening
river, or, toward low water mark, of the
mudbanks shining in the sun.
It was Miss I.ear's custom to look
much on this landscape from this win
dow; had, in fact, been her custom for
close upon forty years. And this even
ing, when the latch clicked at length,
and her brother in his market suit came
slouching up the path that broke the
parallels of garden stuff, her gaze rested
all the while upon the line of gray water.
Nor, when he entered the kitchen and
hitched his hat upon the peg against the
wall-where its brim accurately fitted a
sort of dull halo in the whitewash did
he appear to want any welcome from
her. He was a long jawed man Of six
ty-fve, she long jawed woman of six
ty-one; and they understood each other,
having kept this small and desolate farm
together for twenty years-since theii
fathers death.
There was cold pasty ready on the
table, and the jug of cider that Job Lear
regularly emptied at supper. These sug-
gested no questions, and the pair sat
down to eat in silence.
It was only while holding his plate fol-
a second helping Of the pasty that Job
spoke with full mouth.
WHO d'yereckon ran against today,
down in Troy?"
Miss Marty cut the slice without
troubling to say that she had not an idea.
ssWhy. that fellow Amos Traageen, /"
he went on.
Eyes
I" Pears to me you disremembers 'en-
son of old Jane Trudgeon that used to
live cross the water; him that stole our
eggs. long back, when father was Twin. :
81 remember"
81 thought you must. Why, you gave
evidence, to be sure. Be dashedl now
come TO mind, if you wasn't the first to
wake us up an say you heard a man
cryin out down pom the mud"
sGss, / was"
"An saved his life, though You did get
EN- two months in Jail by it. Up to arm
pits, he was, an not two minutes to live,
when we hauled EN- out an found he'd
been stealth our eggs. He inquired after
you today.
ibid hep
s.Iss, How's Miss Marty says he
sAgein rapidly says l. The nerve thai
some folks have! Comes up to me COO
as my lord and holds out his hand I'd
mind to say Eggs to EN-, it so an
noyed me; but hadn the heart. 'TiI
am old tale after all, that feat o. his.
1.-TWO an forty year, come seventeenth
o. July next. Did he say any more?"
sIss-wanted to know if you was
married"
''Oh, my dear God!"
Job laid down knife and fork with the
edges resting on bis plate, and with {
lump of pasty in one cheek looked a
his sister. Before he could speak she
broke out again:
''He was my lover"
''Mar-ty"--
II swear to you, Job-here across THU
table-he was my lover; an / ruined en-
He was the only man, 'cept you al
father, that ever kissed me; an / be
trayed EN-. As the Lord liveth, stoot
| in the box an swore away his name Il
save mine. An what's more, he mad,
me-"
Mari
Don't hinder me, Job-it's truth Tn
tellin ee. His people were a low lot, al
father d have hided me if he'd know
But we used to meet in the orchard
most every night. Amos d row acros
in his boat, an back agen. For the Lord
sake, brother, don't look SO. I'm pas
sixty, an no harm done; an now evil al
| goods the same TO me"
$50 on"
"Well, the last night he came over
twas low tide | was waitin for ZEN ii
| the orchard; an he would have me tel
father and you, and wouldn'. / reckon
we quarreled over it so long his boa
| got left high in the mud. Anyways, b.
left me in wrath, an stood there by tn
gate in the dark longin for 'en to COM
back. But the time went on, an did'I
hear his oars pullin away, though lis
TENN with all my ears.
"An then heard terrible sound.
low sort Of breathin, but fierce, an some
thing worse, a suck-suckin Of the mue
below, an ran down. There he was
above his knees in it, half way bet=7eel
firm ground and his boat. For all hi
fghtin he heard me and whispers out Q
the dark.
"'Little girl, it's got me. Hush! dom
shout
i Can't you get outS / whiapere,
| back.