St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-08-02

never saw better fisherman in his life.
No one ever heard the skipper say any
thing supplementary of the skill of other
visitors.
The Helen is tight little catboat,
twenty-five feet long. She and the cap.
tain are always ready. Mr.. Cleveland
is willing TO be ready, too, but the
weather isn't always favorable. and
then there are guests to be considered.
Il think" he said the other day. THAT
l would rather give up politics than
fishing"
People who ought to know say that he
really means it. Capt Eldridge is will
ing to fake his solemn Cape Cod oath
that the ex-president is the most en-
thusiastic and the faireSt fisherman that
ever lived.
Earlier in the month Mr.. Cleveland
was on the water every day. Then Mrs.
Cleveland would drive to Marion in her
nalty little brougham, looking very
happy and comfortable as she wheeled
through the village streets. Every one
thereabout knows Der, and every one
bows to her whether they know her or
not, because she always bends her head
very graciOusly, and they like 10 see her
smile. Only they have noticed of late
that the vivacity has given way to
soberer feeling. And yet they cannot
help but feel that she is happier than
she has ever been. She doesn't spring
out OF the carriage as she used, but
alightS with more dignity.
She is always back at Gray Gables
before Mr.. Cleveland returns. Mrs.
Joseph Jefferson, who says that Mr..
Cleveland is one of the most fascinat-
ing men she has ever met, calls upon
Mrs. Cleveland very frequently. She
was at Gray Gables the other day when
Mr.. Cleveland came in. Mrs. Jefferson
remarked that one must love Mr.. Cleve-
land very much indeed to embrace him
when ne was in his fishing rig.
Mr.. Cleveland is certainly very dis
reputable-loOking individual when he
is in fishing costume. To begin with,
he is burned about as black as man
can be, and this effect is heightened by
his sea-clOthes. They are bright yell
low; that is, they were once. The stuff
is a sort of cOttO1ade which the
Acadians of Louisiana weave on
their old-faShiOned hand-loOms. Some
one presented Mr.. Cleveland and
former declares that it is the best thing
he ever wore. There is sort of jacket
and a pair of trousers. They fit as
gracefully as bag on beanpOle. Then
Mr.. cleveland has the Understanding
old brown hat that any one ever saw.
1t is tied with yellow ribbon, and 1t
says around over his ears in painfully
discouraged way. Nothing can induce
him to part with the rig. On shore he
wears a grey cutaway coat and the same
hat. Occasionally he wears something
besides flannel shirt.
The Clevelands have spent much time
this summer on the steam yacht Oneida.
which belongs to E. G. Benedict. the
Broad street banker. She is comfort
able boat of seventy tons. The yacht
was anchored near the house for nearly
a month, except when every one went
on cruise, which was pretty often.
But of late Mrs. Cleveland has not cared
much to leave Gray Gables. She doesn't
move about nearly as much as she did.
Looking to the Future.
She loves best to sit upon the veranda
with her husband at her side, or walk
slowly with him hand in hand through
the pine groves. Never has she looked
so lovely as she does this summer. Her
face is brown ike chocolate, an exquis-
itely beautiful color. Soft, loose robes
cover her stately figure. On her head
is usually yachting cap.
The BeDedicts and their yacht are
gone now. Before they went away MIR.
Benedict. his son aud MIR. Cleveland
went over in Cape Cod bay on fishing
trip. Mrs. Cleveland did not go with
them. Formerly she has always accom-
panied her husband to the Indian viii
lage, near which is to be found such
fine sport. Mrs. Cleveland'S mother is
at Gray Gables now There will be
fewer guests the remainder of the
season.
Over in the pine grove, about three
hundred yards away from the house, is
a robins nest which Mrs. Cleveland
discovered. Every day when it is pleas
ant she Strolls there. She tries to sOOthe
the fiuttering mother bird with her soft
words, She will not go many more
times, because the purple-fiecked shells
will break before long.
Nearer and nearer do Mr.. and Mrs.
Cleveland seem to grow to each other.
Somehow the villagers know about it.
Mothers draw their little ones to their
breasts as she passes and whisper
prayer. They see the soft, radiant
smile that shines from her dreamy
eyes, they notice the fiuttering of her
lips, and now and then the dew i'll her
eyes. They are quick to see and know
these Cape Cod women. That is
because they are women, and they
know more in a single glance than men
can learn in all their lives. So when
the shadows lengthen and the nightly
prayer is said, the devOut villagers have
a little whispered sentence for her. The
pines breathe it in each others ears.
The restless waves gurgle and laugh
over the secret. The birds chatter