The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1892-06-25
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suggestion OF I'M TO rle'y Is the spice
which gives variety TO life. This was
one o. them. She in ended TO follow
out the line of conduct pro- oseI to her
self when she came 10 this new world,
as it Were, namely, TO do as She pleased.
Just now she pleased to stay and talk
with this young man, FOR whom she felt
an unaccountabla liking. She had some
curiosity TO discover his name, AMI his
reasons for visiting S'conset. In some
way She felt she had seen his face be-
fore.
While she was thus III ing and
knitting her brow over this vague re-
semblance, he was watching her face
with q scrutiniZing interest.
CHANGING up, she met his eyes, and
| finding its humOr Ccntag. Gus, she was
soon laugh ng as merriIy as he.
we are better acquaint d now he
cried gayly, while she wondered at her
capacity for nonsense. If you want to
know a person just laugh with them.
That's my theory. Not that [ should be
laughing, though. Crying would better
suit my condition i'll this vale of tears
Won't you sit down, Miss"
Smith, supplemented Margaret, Civ
ing him the name she had assumed.
Smith; you d mt look like a Smith.
But l. m glad it isn't Coffin or Folgcr.
You are not native, / know. Please
sit here. You'll find it ever 50 COM
Portable. Only a trife rocky. Do they
fish il these things?'
In these dories? Oh, yes; it is ever
SO interesting TO watch them.
Well, | shouldn': find the pastimc SO
amusing. Is that how you manage to
exist in this Godfor-aken hole"
Evidently you don't appreciate
nature" she remarked. i'll rather I'M
fiattering tones, as she took possession
of the scat he offered her.
NO. | appreciate the comforts of
civilized life more. I'm not {. romantic
kind of animal, you see. Pm tired of
this already. Only came this morning.
too. I've been in Nantucket week
Hauled up there to see an antcdiluvian
aunt of my mothers. She got it into
her head that she couldn't exist without
a sight If my manly countcnance,
You had compassion on hcr?"
yes; that was it. 1t is her fault L m
here to-day. She talked of S'conset UNI
til thought it was second heaven; but
l haven't seen anything here yet"
He added the last word 10y way of
qualification, and gave Margaret an in
terrogative glance.
Il SUPPOSE not, was her tranquil re-
ply, unless you saw it in dreams. You
should have chosen a livclicr season. 1t
is perfectly charming in the summer
Now, things are inclined to be slow"
Rather he agreed readily. Horses
in the bargain. The brute that hauled
me from Nantucket stopped every five
minutes TO get his breath. 1t was
wearyinS on my patience, / assure you.
And the Old captain who drove me was
more wearying than the horse. The
stories he expected me to swallow Wore
an insult to my intelligence. I think
this air must breed captains, they are
SO wonderfully prolific. Every blessed
man I've met is a captain, or would have
been if the whale fisheries had kept up
I've been trying to hunt up the ordinary
sailors
Perhaps sailors were not in vogue on
whaling vessels, suggested Margaret,
with utmost gravity. Captain Pitman
says"
THAT'S another popularity, he inter-
runtcd abruptly, their names. Did you
ever hear anything 10 beat it? Wretch
and Pitman, Pitman, Folgcr and Coffin. :"
There's nothing in name, quoted
Margaret, lightly.
"A mistake altogether. \ name means
everything. Take mine, for instance
Brian Leigh. Now, the Brian part
What's the natter
He might well ask this question: for
without the least warming M1rgar"t had
slipped hastily from her seat, on the
boat, and stood regarding him with u
curious blending of pcrpIexity and sur
prise.
brian Leigh she replied, in an in
crcdulous tone; els it really Brian
lie gh>"
Il have always understood So he
answered with Il laugh and puzzled
glance at her facc Il don't see how
can be NJ StaEcn.'
L am very foolish" she remarked
anxious to divert his su1pi"iGns, while
she still regarded him rather curiously,
though with Il newer and deeper in
tereSt.
She understood now the strange re-
semblancc unexplained before. Some
thing in the eyes and mouth recalled
vague memories OF her ia her, and this
likeness, ia ut as it was. served 10
awaken new feelings in her breast Shn
wanted 10 be alone to think of this new
and unexpected turn of affairs She
was not given to superstition, but the
coincidence of their meeting in this out
of-the-way place seemed too cur.o.ls TO
he merely coincidence; yet. as such she
must accept it. What would Miss Hilton
say? Should she tell her? No Should
she tell her cousin that she was the
Margaret who hal taken his fortune
from him? No, again; and sha could
h.Ar-C .aAl I
ions.
1T is certainly strange that we should
be thrown together. she remarked to
herself when sh" had loft Brian few
minutes later. L almost wish he would
not 60 back to Nantucket Tonight If
he should stay here few days | might
have an opportunity to study his char
actcr. He doesn't seem 10 be much
troubled. No depth OF feel Hg, I'm
afraid. He acts more like silly college
boy. | think | was rather silly. too.
I'm really ashamed of myself. Well,
I'll await developments
Margaret dreamed of her cousin that
night. and ro &c next morning still think
ing of him.
CHAPTER III.
on THE SANTS AT S'COSsET
The day came in damp and chilly. The
sun refused 10 make lis appearance,
and the heavy fog hanging over the sea
crept stealth:ly inland until the outlines
of the village We're lost in its subtle,
mysterious folds.
Marg lret viewed the landscape from
the confined space of her bedroom
window.
Damp she commented Il dare say
| shall be drowned in this mist, but out
| intend To go, neverthe less"
True to her word. she put on rubber
cloak, boots, ahd cap. and, feeling COM
paratively waterproof, started for the
deserted beach.
The mist had lifted somewhat, but
the hitrfi and The c,rIlIE