The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1892-06-25
CHAPTER III.
THE cox SINS,

TIE COZ SINS.
On the southeastern coast Of Nam
| tuchet Island is situated the little town
| of SiGSconset. formerly a fishing hamlet,
| founded 10y brave and hardy men, who
! built their boX-like cabins on the boil
| bluff rising from this dangerous coast,
| and wrestcd from its waters their har-
| vests Of cod and pollock.
For two centuries this place had an
unevcntful, unprogrcssive existence,
! but lately the hand OF Improvement has
| tou he'd it, and under the modernizing
| ilna nee, it is gradually tending to-
| wards the realization of that much
| abu' thing. summer resort.
TO the world in general. it is still COM
| paratiyciy unknown, but to those for
| tunate enough TO have spent a summer
beneath the inspiration of its egiving
| air, its charming, unconventional fea-
| lures afford a theme for never ending
| praise.
| Margaret CHANGED TO hear OF this old
| bit of creation, and longing for some
! thing out OF the ordinary run, decided
| TO try its unconventional freedom, not
! withStanding the season and Miss Hill
| tons advice. She had not been very we'll
! during the winter. and the doctor, dis
covering general breaking down, had
| prescribed change of scene and air as
the most effective medicine.
Margaret chcerfully agreed with him,
and very gladly awaited herself Of this
| opportunity to escape for n time the I'M
| pleasant Gotoriety which her late in
hritan had given her. and the more
| than friendly oyeTtureS Of polite
| Cornel.as, with ambitious, matrimonial
hopes for their reSpe tive jewels.
- 10, Il II fs-
by regrctting her selection of S'conset.
| She found it both novel and delightful.
| Its unique features amply atoncd for
its duIness, and with much to fill her
day. she could not complain OF mo-
notony.
There were pleasant walks along we'll
kept roads or across the moors, whose
swelling undulatIcn5 OF rich coloring
were scarcely less impressive than the
Gct an itself. OF the sea she could never
tirr. Whatever its mood, the broad cX-
panse of lonely waters appealed 10 her
WI tn fascination viii n only its lovers
understand.
The Old houses, many of which had
heard the storms Of two centuries and
gave ample evidence of the fact, con-
tributcd another element of variety
How many delightful hours she had
spent i'll their coy interiors, climbing
ahaky ladders doing duty for steps, to
b amp her head against the rafters Of
funny little attics, hunting out the bits
OF furniture which looked so ridiculouSly
large in comparison with III" rooms they
occupied, or sitting in the tall, spindle
legged chairs before the broad fire place
watching the burning logs and listening
to tales OF danger and adventure upon
the sea.
She loved nothing better than to pore
over the log books and follow in imagi-
nation the whaling exp nditions of other
and mere prosperous days.
And the old captains. in whose odd
ways and quaint sayings she took such
amused inter st, were always happy to
spin their yarns for such appraeiatIve
ears.
Thus she speedily grew in public IA
yor. She helped Aunt Maria to make
bread and bake beans, and ate her full
share OF them aft, rward. She delighted
oil Captain Baxter by pretending to be-
licYc his uncomfortable tales, and she
produced such an impression on Captain
Morris that he CALAMITY and I'M
bluShingly declared she was the kind of
girl he liked.
She WIS 7, ally and thoroughly enjoy
ing hcrsc f Yet, notwith standing Mi
Hi ton. VIII pre- .onceiycd ton:
we. q not to g Tea 0v ID C / nucd TO
wlitc d leful lctte~S. III viii, h sympathy
for Margaret III h r u IoF'd dreary
surroundings was largely r@|omipant.
R,a ling one Of these Commiseratng
notes OF the beach one af trnoon, Mar
gar"t could not refrain from smiling as
:! g compared her actual surroundings
~ !, \,
The day was exceptionally, fna, clear,
and warm, the bright IN and soft winds
seeming to hold the promis, of early
sun m r. The sen, SO often VIII upin
this DANCE DIS co&s, wa; unusually
calm, and the waves rolled in with Ian
guid lhythmi" I'm SON qutycring sweep
OF blue wat, r.. breaking into a eur of
foam Up III the high, broad beach.
From the bold bluff looking out upon
the restless ocean TO the wave washed
huriz, II rose the little village, a marvel
OF quaint, picturesque b 'auty. with its
uch--hjngi"d cottages of curious de
sign II still more curious architecture.
Beyond lay broad eXpanse of moor,
rising into Il range o. low-lying hills,
and further still the distant sparkle of
the sea. Over all cloudless Sons t
sky, and the promise of a glorious sun
SCI, Lying at full length on the beach,
Margaret enjoyed the calm serenity of
III" sen" about her.
But She va; not left long in uIdis-
turhed quiet. The current of her
thoughts was rather rudeIv diverted
from Miss Hilton and her letter 10 the
spectacle of her hat sailing gracefully
up the beach under the impulse of "a
gust raised for the occasion.
With an exclamation more forpibIo
than elegant, she sprang to her feet and
FASTENED in pursuit. until she WAS
brought to a hrcathleSS Standstill bv a
very audible "Hel!o,'
And the next second head, followed
Immediately by the body If Young
man, made itself visible from behind
one OF the numerous dories lining the
beach.
Oh cried Margaret, somewhat star
tied and wondering whether the sudden
apEartion had fallen from the clouds or
assembled from the sand.
Il beg your pardon. remarked this
very much alive apparition. surprised in
his tUra, and displaying remarkable
activity in getting on his feet. I've
been asleep. Didn't know soul was
around. Hope | haven't frightened
you.
oh, no. you are not very formidable,
only
You didn't expect to see me, he put
in with quizzical light in the laughing
| brown eyes, which Margaret found
strangely familiar.
L dare say he thinks m overcome
with delight. was her inward comment,
accompanied with some slight resent
ment, a feeling soon dispelted by another
glance in the frank, handsome face.
He IS certainly good-looking, she
| told herself, as result Of this brief
! scrutiny. 4 wonder how under heaven
he found his way here. l must find out.
| Strangers ara real curiositieS at this
+ season, she said aloud, partly following
/ up her own thought and partly replying
/ to a remark OF his There are no visit
/ oIs here. only the fishermen and their
wives. and limited supply of children.
| I know; awful prosy. isn't ii? I'd die