Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1893-06-02

calm sea- lay moaning like dog on
his Chain. Sholah heard it as ho stood
in the lonely sentry-box of the life
boat lookout. In tho morning the
frost-bowcd blades of the sea-grass
had changed tho dunes into great
glistening bed Of white choral.
As usual, Shelah called at the "Shipn
for Tom Reeks He had barely en-
tered when hc heard horses hoofs
on the hard road, a horseman reigned
up at the inn and Shclah drew back
into the shadow. "ShelahW IL was
Jennie who spoke. She stood white
and trembling OH the cellar tscps.
"Will--will you take him this?"
Strangely fascinated at being called
upon for such an act, Shelah took
from her the measure of ale, and,
like a man in a dream, carried it TO
the door. A loud "IIem!" caused
him TO start and look up. Instead of
tho young brewer, he was facing the
old ono. The elder Rivington looked
at the ale as a doctor might look at
his own medicine. mo, my man.
he said, don't care for any thing so
early as this. If you'll have the
goodness to hold my horse while l
dismount. Thamk'ee. Tether him
thcre-will you? want to sec the
landlord. Is he in?'
Before Shclah could answer Recks
gave evidence of his bodily presence
By appearing at the doorway. The
brewer walked in, followed by
Shelah. Rivington, senior, was a
pleasant, chatty old gentleman, and
lie soon disclosed the object of his
visit. A ball was going to be held at
Herringbourne town hall, and he was
distributing invitations TO such OF his
tenants as chose to attend. As lie
was Passing--quitc by accident, he
assured them-ho felt lie ought not to
miss the landlord of the "Ship."
There were the tickets and hc hoped
that Rscks and his daughter would
attend.
81 forgot to menlion," lie said
blandly, as Reeks, aftelS expressing
his thanks, took them up. ''lhat This
bali is to be held in honor of my son
Cyril's marriage. lie is to be married
this week to the daughter of a very
old friend of miue--a man of Kent"
As lie finished, low, sobbing cry
startled all but Shelah. A tea-ketlle
had ratified 70 the floor, cnl Jenny
stood vacantly staring into little
I Ial.c of LIE Gilt li1nia at her feet1--
"Why, what's the matter, lasss'
said Reeks, ''you look as white as a
ghost
"Nothing, father" she answered,
family, ''nothing only the heat of the
fire."
"That is what it was" said old
Rivington, "the heat of the fire, no
doubt. | have experienced the same
sensation myself. Well, good day,
Rcek.. hope you will find it con-
ven.ent to attend"
lie nodded pleasantly, untcthered
his horse from the palings and mounted
it. As he rode away he smiled softly
and patted his horses name. Shelah
Baxter came out of the "Ship" and
walked aimlessly down to his
boat, The surf was boiling
on the Scroby and great
rollers with foaming crcsts were rae
ing in and tumbling upon tho suuit
beach. He stood awhile absontly
watching the little salt fountains
which their recoil left hubbing in the
sand, then mounted the hilock 10 look
for Reeks.
On the top he started and his tan
cheeks grew pale. At the base of the
mound by dwarfcd clump of furze
sat a girl, sobbing violently. 1t was
Jenny Rccks. lie descended the side
she was on and gently touched her
shoulder. "You'll catch cold, lass. -
he said sadly, ''if you sit here"
Through her tear-brimmed eyes she
looked into his face. Not a word of
reproach. Only in his eyes was the
love that had been so constant and
true. With little catching of her
breath Jennie rose and drew back;
then. with convulsive cry, she flung
her arms wildly around his neck, and
there she sobbed until she could sob
no more. When they went back to
the "Ship" Rceks met them at the
door. Something in their attitude
made him softly whistle. A nearer
view of their faces made him chuckle.
1t seemed as if Shelah had taken his
advice and plucked up at last. -[Cham-
bers's journal,
A Stationary Country.
A traveller of the Nile lately came