Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1891-04-18
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slightest ideal"
swell, good-day." said Monk, with ar
uneasy scowl. IF I can be Of any ser
vice to you, command mew
And, raising his hat again, he stalked
away,
@Now, what in the name of all that il
wonderful, does Mr.. Monk. of Monks
hurst, mean by becoming SO civil?"
This was the question the young mar
asked himself, as he strolled away sea.
ward. He could not persuade himself
that he had wronged Monk, who was In
reality an amiable person, instead Of q
domineering bully; no, that suggestion
was contradicted by every expression
of the mans baleful and suspicious face
What, then, could be the explanation
of his sudden attack of courtesy?
An ideal an inspiration! AS it flash.
ed into his mind, the young man gave
vent to prolonged whistle. Possibly,
Monk was--jealousl
The idea was preposterous one, and
almost amusing. 1t was not to be con-
ceived, on the first blush Of it, that jeal.
ousy would make a surly man civil, a
savage man gentle; it would rather have
the contrary effect, unless-here Brink
ley grew thoughtful-unless his gloomy
rival had some sinister design which he
wished to cloak with politeness?
But jealous of little Matt Brinkley
laughed heartily, when he realized the
absurdity of the notion.
lie crossed the sand-hills, and came
again to the path which he and Matt
had followed the previous day. A smart
breeze was coming in from the sou'-
west, and the air was fresh and cool,
though sunny; but clouds were gather
ing to the windward, and the weather
was evidently broken. Reaching the
cliffs, he descended them, and came
down on the rocks beneath. A long
Jagged point ran out from the spot
where he stood, and the water to lee
ward OF the same was quite calm,
though rising and falling in strong,
troubled swells. So bright and tempt
ing did it look in that sheltered place,
that he determined to have a swim.
He stripped leisurely, and, placing his
clothes in a safe place, took header off
the rocks. 1t was clear at once that he
was powerful swimmer. Breasting
the smooth swell, he struck out from
the shore, and, when he had gone about
hundred yards, floated lazily on his
back and surveyed the shore.
The cliffs were not very high, but
their forms were finely picturesque.
Here and there were still, green creeks,
fringed with purple weed; and large
shadowy caves, hewed roughly in the
side of the crags; and rocky islets, COW
cred with Shiny weed and awash with
the tapping water. A little to the right
of the spot from which he had dived,
the cliff seemed followed out, forming
a wide passage which the sea entered
with tramp and rush and roar.
Toward this passage Brinkley swan.
He knew the danger of such places, for
he had often explored them both in
Cornwall and the West of Ireland; but
he had confidence in his own natatory
skill. Approaching the shore leisureIy
with strong, slow strokes, he paused
outside the passage, and observed that
the sea-swell, entering the opening,
rushed and quickened itself like rapid
shooting to the fall, turning at the base
of the cliff into acloud of thin prismatic
spray. Suddenly, through the top of
the spray, cloud of rock pigeons
emerged, winging their flight rapidly
along the crags
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