Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1892-08-18

What pole was you a-looking at?" in.
quired Mrs. Clash. There's the hoppole
out there; looks pretty, don't itS"
"Oh, heaven, what shocking vulgarityp'
cried Mile, wringing her hands with the
anguish of being so dreadfully misuuder.
stood.
There, dear" said Mrs. Clash sootb.
ingly, now well satisfied that her guest
was beside herself, don't feel bad about
It, Tell aunty what she was looking for,
there's dear?"
For my DestinyP' exclaimed Mile
tragically
'Hain't this it, dearS" asked Mrs. Clash,
picking up a blue glass smelling bottle
from the table.
Mile dashed it angrily to the floor.
woman" she cried, tell me who is the
divine young man in a blue frockp
II don't know, dear" said Mrs Clash
kindly. "You hain't we'll, guess; you'd
better go TO bed; sleep will settle your
head" and she forced Mile off to her
chamber promising TO see about the young
man with the blue frock and the divine
whistle right away.
With this assurance Mile was content
to go 20 sleep, but Mrs. Clash's inquiries
did not amount TO much, for the next
morning she knew no more about Miles
destiny than she did the preceding night.
And Mile resolved to take the matter
Into her own hands. Accordingly, after
breakfast, she made most bewitching
toilet and sailed forth toward the village,
family hoping she might encounter Adons
somewhere on the way.
Her hope was not vain one. Passing
by the blacksmith's shop she heard above
the clang of the hammer on the steel that
whistle. She would have recognized it
among a thousand whistles.
She looked in at the door OF the shop.
Yes, there he was, the kingly looking fell
low, his noble forehead moist with the
sweat of toll, his blue frock waving in the
wind and his hands engaged in fashioning
a horseshoe for some Bearville steed.
Mile stood still in silent thought. Her
counterpart had been found, and he was a
son of poverty. But should that matter?
Should rank separate themg Should caste
dissolve the union of their congenial souls9
The gods Forbid
She was rich-he was poor; it should be
her hearts delight 20 endow this chosen
one with all her wealth of love and gold,
and in return she asked but the devotion
of his loyal heart.
She gave a ragged little boy bright
quarter and inquired the name Of the
blacksmith. 1t was a very musical patro-
nymic, she hought-Frederick Wilder.
The next question was, How should she
manage to attract his attention? They had
first met under romantic circumstance
met in a rosebush, and il would not be nice
TO destroy the romance by any common
place second meeting. A bright idea pen
etrated Miles brain.
The canal which supplied the neighbor-
ing mill with water ran close to the
smithy; she would throw herself into the
flowing tide" and her screams would
bring him to therescue. No sooner thought
than the deed was done.
With loud scream and a louder splash
she found herself laundering in the water,
which was extremely cold and literally
thickened with frogs. Her skirts kept her
from sinking, and her head being above
water she had one Of the best positions in
the world for screaming.
"Helpl oh, helpl Save mel save mel'
cried she at the top Of her lungs, expect
ing to see Mr.. Frederick flying TO the res
cue But his hammer made 80 much noise
on the horseshoe that he failed to hear her
and her cries brought a lusty Irishman
from ditch he was digging near by TO
the spot.
Faith, young lady," remarked Pat
but that's a cowld bath. Let me assist
We to land. Troth, and it's mighty curis
how We managed to get in"
"Begone," cried Mile, raising her arms
at him. II want none Of your help. Don't
trouble yourself TO lay finger on me-"
"Oh, and it's no throuble at all Be aisy.
now. There she comesl Heave yol" And
Pat, Selling her by the shoulders, despite
her kicking and struggling, deposited her
on terra frma.
At the top of her speed Mile rushed in.
to the smithy, closely followed by Pat,
who thought she must have taken leave Of
her senses. She flew to the astonished
blacksmith, and throwing her arms around
him ejaculated
"Oh, sir, save me from that great, hor.
rid Irishman Save mel save mel"
"Why, Patrick, exclaimed young Wild.
er in profound surprise, what does this
meanp
ut names jest nothing at all, at all, ex.
cipt that fished the young Teddy out from
the canal, and she is mad with me for do
ing the same, divil fly away wild herl'' and
Pat sauntered off angrily with his hands
in his pockets.
Mile chung to the smiths neck, resist
ing all his efforts to free himself from her
embraces.
"Oh, Frederick she exclaimed, 81
might as well make the revelation now as
at any time. love you-you alonel Twill
go with you through lifei / am rich and
you are poor, but the happiness Of my life
shall be to-
''My dear young lady, p
IL know all that you would say. But
love makes us all equal"
81 beg you to allow mel
mot word. It will be no sacrifice.
These eighteen weary years / have sighed
for thee, p
'I'll make you sigh out Of t'other sidep'
burst in third voice, and an irate WON
an, with two irate children at her heels,
appeared on the scene. I'm learn you 70
hug my husband, you mean hussy, your
and Selling poor Mile by her long ring.
lets the newcomer whirled her around