The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1892-06-29

the better for consenting 70 run away
with your
us that your only fear9"
she shook her head, and said sup
nose Aunt Amelia refuses TO Sanction
our nnarriager
She win mott she dare not r cried.
vehemently. Imprudent as we may
seem, we are polite In this, Grace. that
our adventure must force your aunt into
sending us her sanction. She hates
me, know, but her aversion is not GO
| ing to suffer her to forbid our marriage
after this. Yet grant that her lsdyship
should 60 on saying NO; are we not pre-
pared!'
kissed away tear. and little later
she was smiling, with her hand In mine,
as led her up on deck.
She gazed about her out Of the wraps
which rose to ears, with eyes full OF
child-like interest and wonder, not un-
mixed with fear.
She had not been sitting long before
saw that she was beginning to like 1t.
There was no nausea now; her eyes
were bright there was color In her
/ cheeks, and herred lips parted as though
/ In pure enjoyment Of the glad rush Of
| the salt breeze athwart her teeth Of
| pearl.
Thus passed the morning. There was
no tedium.. II ever there came n halt In
our chat. there were twenty things over
the side TO look at, to I'll the pause with
| color and beauty.
| II was shortly after twelve that the
4 delicate shadow OF the high land Of
I Beachy Head showed over the yachts
1 bow. By one O'Clock 1t had grown de-
/ fined and firm, with the gllmmering
streaks Of its white ramparts Of chalk
! stealing out Of the blue haze.
! There's old England, Grace, said !,
How ones heart goes out to the sight
! OF the merest shadow OF ones own soil !
II ought to wish it was Cornwall
coast, she answered; but am enjoy
Ing this now" she added, sInilingly.
| VIII the sun hal fairly set took her
below, for the wind seemed to come on
I sudden with the damp Of night in 1t,
| and a bite as shrewd on its abruptness
Of frost. made no other provision, in
/ In the shape Of amusement, for our sea
trip OF three, four, five days. 40 1t might
/ happen then q small parcel OF novels
4 scarcely doubling that all the diversion
we should need must lie In each others
company And, In fact we managed to
| kill the time very agreeably without the
help Of fiction, though we both owned
when the little cabin clock pointed to
| half past-nine, that the day had seemed
a desperately long one, and could not
/ help adding that on the whole, q honey
moon spent aboard a yacht the size Of
the Spitflre would soon become very
! slow business.
| When she had withdrawn ! put on a
pea coat, and filling pipe, stepped on
deck. The dusk was clear, but OF q
darker shade than that Of the preceding
night there was not more wind than had
been blowing throughoutth the day, but the
sky was full Of large swollen clouds roll
! ing In shadows of giant wings athwart
/ the stars, and the gloom OF them was in
I the atmosphere. The yacht was swarm
! ing through 1t under canvass humming
as she went. Her pace il 1t had listed
would, knew speedily, terminate this
sea going passage Of our elopement. and
l looked over the stern very well pleased
to witness the arrow straight white Of
the wake melting at little distance into
| "a mere elusive faintness.
When are we to be off st. Catharine's
Point at this pace, Caudel?" said l.
AT this pace, SIR? Why, betwixi
seven or eight o'clock tomorrow morn
ing.
What a deuce ofa length this Eng
lish Channel runs tor" cried /, impa-
tientIy. why, it Will do littls better
than beginning our voyage, even when
the Isle of Wight is abreast Y
Yes sir there's O deal water going to
the making OF this here Channel
| blooming sight too much of it when il
comes on winters night blowing
and showing, the atmosphere thick as
muck, answered Cludel.
'"Therell be, bright lookout kept to-
4 night, hope" said l. " Not the value
4 OF all the cargoes atloat at, this present
instant, Caudel, the wild world over,
equals the worth OF my treasure aboard
the Spitfirs /"
i Trust me to see that a bright lookout
Is kept, Mr. Barclay, They'll be nc
turning in with me this night. Don't lei
! no fear of anything going wrong disturb
your mind sir. I
WE'LL said l, with bit of SILVER
and hugging, myself in my pea-coat. Il
anl cold and tired. and going to bed; sc
goodnight, and God keep you wide
awake. And down ! went, and ter
minutes later was snugged away in my
cofiin OF bunk, sound asleep. and snor'
ing at the top OF my pipes, don doubt
Next morning, when l went on deck
after nine hours OF solid slumber, / al
once directed my eyes over the rail ii
| search of the Isle Of Wight, but there
was nothing to be seen but o gray driz
zle, weeping wall of slate-colored haas
that formed sky of its own and dropped
to within a mile or 50 OF the yacht. The
Spittireis canvas was discolored witt
saturation, drops of water was BLOWN,
, / from her rigging, there was sobbing 0
gutter-like sort in her lee scuppers
, and the figures of the men glistening il
, oit-skins completed the melancholy ap
, pearance of the little Spitfire.
We had made capital way Throughout
the night, and If the weather were cleo,
/ st. GATHERINGS Point would soon SHOW
| abreast OF as.
i The promise OF a long, wet, blank de.
: was not very cheering. In fact, thi
/ change in the weather was as damping t,
: my spirits as it literally was to every
, thing else. and as entered the compan
/ ion-way for shelter felt as though hal
i OF a mind to order the yacht to be heade,
for some adjacent port. But a littl
: thinking brought back my resolution (,
its Oldhearings. 1t was hard thing I,
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