Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1892-02-04

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America this autumn in order to marry
! you. Must you thus, just for a mascu
line caprice, upset the labor Of months
of years? 2
/ MY dear Miss Ker, in love and wal
all is fair, you know s'".'..
Then it shall be war; cried Mis-
Ker. IF marriage is obe brought Tor
ward at all for Sorrel. let it be not witt
such Il man as you, careless Of all great
subjects, but with such a one as this
young artist, with soul full of beauty
who but stood here a moment ago! Al
least, with him, Sorrel's higher ideals
will not be crushed into the mlre ! She
trembled with excitement.
'Ah, Sutterell ! said HardwicAe east.
ly. well, l am willing to put myself
against that beauty lover. Miss Ker,and
see who comes out winner!
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May beg you especially not to 60
for this sail to-day, Miss Fletcher !? said
Hardwicke few days later.
There had been a sail on the lake
proposed. The first suggestion had
come from Sutterell. He now glared
fiercely at Hardwlcke. Sorrell threw
up her little hand.
| don't see why YOU should make any
such request, Mr.. Harlwicke, she said.
For the best Of reasons he answered
placidly. i believe Il still wind will
blow up within two hours and the wa
tiers of this lake are VIGOROUSLY danger
Gus in sudden squalls. One must be
able to sail !, boat as to the manor born
and even then
! Sorrell had walked on as if unheeding
her head still in the air.
Miss Ker, though she had growna tri-
fe pale, made a motion to follow.
Perhaps you are wrong about the
wind, Mr.. Hardwicke,' she said, her
tones having regained, spite of the de.
lacred enmity, and acid urbanlty. 1T
seems very still now
i certainly think Mr.. Hardwicke is
wrong put in Sutterell, with a smile
of the finest irony.
We shall see, remarked Hardwicke.'
Are you going with US ? queried sor-
rel, stopping short.
Yes. You have no objection ?
4 thought you might be afraid. said
the young lady, putting aside all her
! little poses of inspired femininity, and
speaking like the school girl which she,
in reality, had only recently ceased to
be. And she smiled much us Sutterell
had done. But Hardwicke did not APP
pear to sec the smile. 1t was aSsusedly.
as Miss Ker had remarked, very still
now. And Sutterell, looking woman
,shlv handsome in semi nautical attire,
did not know how to sail boat for all
moderate purposes. Miss Ker quoted
poetry now and then, and glanced at
him for sympathy. Sorrel, her hands
in her lap, the soft rings OF her way
ward hair crisping under the brim OF
her little sailor straw, gazed out at the
mountain shores and avoided looking at
Haruwicke. Hardwicke, smoking by
the ladies permission, looked at the
horizon now and then.
At the end of an hour he made a re-
mark in an undertone to Sutterel!.
Suttereli glancd up and shrugged his
shoulders. Harlwicke seemed to in.
sist, and Miss Ker, CHANGING out from
under her rarasol, became attentive.
A moment later a new expression
swept Sutterells face. His we'll cut
but weak mouth drew itself together
He made rapid motion. A sail swept
about.
Look to what you are doing man.
cried Hardwicke.
The gale struck them at the same
moment. The water, blue before. now
purple and green, was churned into
choppy waves The sunlight had been
blotted out of the sky.
Miss Ker gave low cry and clutch
ed the side of the boat. The parasol
had been hurled from her hand.
Hold fast, Sorrel, and don't fear. y
shouted Hardwicke.
And then the two men, hauling In
sail, worked tor their lives.
Mind what you are about ! Hard
wicke cried two or three times again to
Suffered, his voice Kissing through the
roar and whistle of the wind. But SUIT
terrell seemed to lose his head. HIS
spray danped face was blanched. HIS
trembling fingers had lost their cum
ming, and in the terrifying confusion Of
the moment his presence Of mind for
sock him.
Forsook him fatally. A fresh blast