Waterbury evening Democrat., 1893-04-06

as every one upon the island safd, yet it was well known that his gains thereby were considerable, and his less fortunate neighbors eagerly seized every oppor- tunity to accompany him when the time for the great catch arrived. It was the last of September. The coming of the shoals was hourly expect led, and, as there was nothing of i'm portance to require his presence at home, Hans had arranged to start upon his usual fishing expedition on the nor row.
 Good evening, governor" came from the nov darkened room as Peter Eilt entered.
 ''Thanlk you, Hans E'rerflfs" answered the old man; "wait a moment while l take the child to her mother"
 He returned in q very few minutes, bearing in his hand nj old-fashioned pewter lamp which he lighted and placed upon the table. It was needless for Hans to jingle so noisily the fish hooks in his pocket to call attention to his intended departure, for Peter Eilt began at once to speak of the one ever uppermost in the young mans thoughts.
 Ut is almost impossible to get along
 
 the smoking flame with small instru- ment attached to the lamp for that pur- pose. "Shc knows that an old voyager ike me cannot bear the darkness, but it docs not occur to her to bring light. We shall have to wait longer than usual for our fried fish tonight. She is like ship ready to dash herself to pieces upon the rocks whenever the S, The YOTncrnnt is not pleasing, my boy; do not like to force her to it. for she is all that is left me in my old age. Besides, she will not be forced. Rather than do this against her will, she would cut off her ten fingers
 '.She must not be compelled, gover- nor; no gt od will come of it, answered Hans. who had taken his fish-hOoks from his pockets, laid them upon the | table, and was examining them as care fully as if they were matter of great ! importance. After a pause, he con tinued: "lShdN and must are bad things We men learn to reckon with them from | childhood. Wind and sea show no l mercy, and we learn shall and must so well that at last we come to think that | everything we accomplish is done by force of will. It is very different with women; they are frail creatures, but they have strong wills, too. Many a woman would rather throw herself | from the top of the lighthouse than act contrary to her will. That is because with women the seat of the will is not | in the head but in the heart" The old man had taken from a shelf a small piece of wood, which, as he carved, grew more and more like the model of ship. Presently he laid down
 his work, pushed the light aside, and, gazing into the young mans eyes with | astonishment, said: You talk like a learned man, Hans. How is it? One can feel such things, but to express them in worls-I do not understand it. y Great, burly Hans blushed like a
 schoolboy and then said, with some em- | barrassmcnt: 'Wcll, when the lines are out and am waiting for the fish, such thoughts come to me upon the blue X water, and then-f can understand how \ Marya feels about the matter"
 Peter Eilt sighed deeply. II would | gladly have left my place to one of my
 own family, but my son sailed before
 me; and Marya-well it is too late now.
 Where fs the girl? must go and look for her"
 Let me go,' said Hans, quickly; 'I
 should like to bid her good-by before go."
 | As the old man went up to the Ian tern to attend to the lamps, Hans en | tered the smoky little kitchen, where
 Marya was busily preparing the supper
 She stood in the gleaming firelight ! sprinllling meal into the frying-pa SC
 that the fish might become crisp ant
 brown without burning. Her cheeks ! glowed. Vas it the reflection of th'
 ruddy firclight, or was it due to som' | other cause?
 What brings you here?' she asked
 harshly.
 You know, Marya, there is alway
 the same reason for my coming, I answered Hans.
 He stepped to her side and stood look
 ing down into the peat fire as though h.
 were obliged to count the dancing
 flames, while Marya, vigorously rattlinG
 her pans, seemed trying to drive he
 unwelcomc guest from the kitchen.
 "You need not trouble yourself fur
 ther about me. You know what |