The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1891-09-17
MOTHER CAREYS ROCKS.


Now. Octavia," said Mrs. GLAND.
do be & little careful today. Don't
for PHYS sake let your wild spirits run
away with YOU"
Octavia GLAND. in her pink muslin
dress tied here and there with jaunty
little bows of ribbon and 4 stray gypsy
hat garanded with pink poppies. 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
slave? Don't lose my very sientity
in shirts and pullings. and toit my fin
ger ends off with ilomces and tucks?
Do let me play | am Il child again, just
this once!"
So this beautiful young Eupluosyne
danced away. leaving ouly the sweet
echo Of her laughter in the gloomy
apartment. and Mrs. Gland sighed.
She is so thoughtless. said the
mother. And Duncan Ray and Harry
Bolton are both going on the sailing
party. and somehow | feel as if today
were TO be the turning point of her
life. | wish she could bring herself to
like Duncan-he's steady. noble
souled lad. us his father was before
him, but there iSn'l much outside show
about him. And BolGon's dashing
Young fellow, just the sort to attract
any girl. But somehow | can't quite
believe in him. Octavia says haven't
any knowledge of the world. Well.
perhaps she is right But think we
quiet. stav-at- home bodies are some
times gifted with Il sort of instinct in
these matters"
The day was all sparkle and sum
shine; the excursion steamer. tiuttering
with gay flags and the sound of music,
glided majcstically along; the sea air
breathed new strength into weary
lungs and touched fcvered brows with
alchemic power and all of those over
tired. overworked sewing-girls forgot
for brief while that life was nothing
more than Il treadmill to them.
They laughed. they danced. they
sang; they flung lloWers into the water
that iloated around the wheelhouse;
they counted the glimmering sails that
leaned up against The horizon. and
finally, when the boat landed ut White
Crags. they all scattered i'll various
directions over the silver shingled
beach i'll merry pursuit OF shells, sea-
weed. and pebbles as so many newly
liberated school children might have
done.
Aud Octavia GLAND, the prettiest girl
in all the throng. reigned rs Il sort of
princess among them.
Mother Carey's Cushion?" said she
merrily. cchoing the words of an old
salt who was mendiug his nets in
sunny spot with an old pipe in his
mouth and Il picturesque. long beard
blowing about in The wind. Is that
what they cali yondrr rock?'
That 'cre's what they halls her by
lady miss. said the old sailor his dim
eyes resting with evident appreciation
on Octavia's fresh Young lilies and
roses Aud we'll its known here
abouts.h
But why do they call it SOP per-
sisted the girl.
Because of the cushion, my lady
miss said the fisherman, laying his
pipe down on the sand out of respect
TO this charming young presence. and
the Mother Carey's chickens rs circle
around the point of Il dark day. wien
there's Il storm coming up. Its
round rock near the top-d'ye see? =
with grass and mOsses growing on 1t,
in 4 circle like Il c.IshiOn. | and my
sweetheart - rs has been dead these
thirty years climbed up it once. But
we didn't care To stay there long, l tell
We. For the wind howled. and the sea-
yulls shrieked, and the tide roared
like a hungry shark around us, ami 1t
w:ts rs much as we could do to get
down again with whole bones"
why. it doesn't look such great
height said Bolton.
'.MebLe not-mebbe notm said the
old man. A quarter of n mile makes
a dca. of difference III the looks of
things. And them rs ant used 10 dis
tauces can't calculate"
Aud he went on with his work. while
the little group strolled on. bright
Octavia with her ribbons and curls
floating. Bolton carrying her shawl
and Duncan Ray walking silently on
the other side.
And Just then another gay party
overlook them, and there was discus
sion rs to where the site of their im-
promptu banquet should be. Present.
IL Duncan Ray looked around.
"Where's Octaviaen he asked.
Every body had some answer to
make. Aurictle Hall had seen her not
five minutes before; Helen Ray was
quite certain that she was hiding be-
hind the ruined boathouSe on the edge
of the beach: Louis Fielding suggested
that she had probably gone back to the
steamer for 4 scent bottle or Il hand
kerchief.
Shell be here presently" he said.
''In the meantime let us get the lunch
ready. for there's dark little edge OF
cloud down in the west that the cap
tain says he don't half like the looks
Of"
And where was Oetavia GLAND all
this time?
She was springing mp the steep and
| winding ledge OF rock, quicker and
| lighter than any mountain chamoiS.
| her veil floating back like white
wreath OF mist, an exquisite scarlet dy-
| Ing her cheek,
III other people can climb 10
Mother Carey's cushion. so can l."
said daunlless Oetavia. keeping her
face resolutelv away from the furious
roras that hniled aud ragged below.