People's voice. [volume] (Wellington, Sumner County, Kansas) 1890-1917, 1893-12-29

aid. Ask at the Office, Royal, if she
has been to breakfast"
'Maria! Why not let one of the
servantsdo this? Why. should Royal
be hunting up stray dress-maker?"
"Tm going past the Office. l can
inquire"
He did The result was somewhat
unexpected.
"Mademoiselle Rochet and her maid
had breakfast at o'clock, and took
the first boat for New London"
mot gone to New York?'
"Yes, sir. Said she wished her
trunks sent by express to New York"
81 should think she would have
taken them with her"
Guess she's going abroad by
to-morrow's steamer. She was asking
last night about the saiiings. Quite
welcome, sir. Sorry we can't give you
more information"
Seeing his mother coming from the
dining-room, he decided to wait till she
reached the cottage before telling her
the news. The poor lady was dread
fully upset at the less of her dress
maker. The unfinished Surah was put
away in trunk with lavender, and
she put herself in bed with headache
As for the young man, the experience
of the night was like a bad dream.
Just as the fog had melted before the
sunshine, so his fears had faded away.
Julie, whom he regarded only as bur
den and hinderance, had taken herself
off perhaps forever. The blond giant
had sailed away, and would be gone a
week or more. His luck had not de-
serted him. He would have little
amusement for few days IN peace.
In an hour or two Mrs. Judge Gear
ing felt more resigned. She thought
perhaps walk would do her good,
and, after selecting a suitable robe,
she accepted her husbands invitation
to visit the lighthouse. As they
reached the yellow bouldera at the stile,
she seemed to take pleasure in the near
ness of the water and the peace and
beauty of the spot.
Let us 60 down there and sit on
the rocks close to the water"
There seemed to be no reason why
they might not do this, and presently
they had descended to the beach and
were walking over the polished rocks
under the sea-wall. The tide was low,
and the wet rocks next the water
were festooned with olive-green rock
weed. At one place there was a little
hollow in the rocks filled with limpid
sea water and lined with white barna-
cles,-a microcosm of seattle. The
barnacles opened their double doors
and thrust out white feathery fingers.
A hermit crab tumbled over the
limpets, and q rose-colored sea-
anemone bloomed like a living ~ !;
chrysanthemum under the water.
Mrs. Gearing was charmed, and
would sit upon the rocks and gaze
into this magic mirror of life.
Il suppose it's safe ?"
"Oh, perfectly-if you sit still"
ITS the most wonderful thing
ever saw. And the air is so delicious
here. See how pure and what beauti.
full green the water is"
"Yes. 1t must be pretty deep just
there"
For half an hour they sat in silence
on the rocks, looking at the limpid
pool beside them, and studying the
drama of its life, for two hermit crabs,
scarce an inch long, sided about ovei
the barnacles, touching the anemone
and making its pink petals shrink, anG
finally indulging in a fierce combat
that lasted at least two minutes. A.
time thus pleasantly passed, the moor
drew all the sea after it. and lifted tn,
whole mass of the water nearer Il
their feet.
The Judge seemed silent and op
| pressed. The ''sound of a voice tina
was still" seemed to linger round tn
place. There were restless movings il
the sea, and once there was a splasl
of white foam on the rocks below.
''The tide is rising. We cannot sta,
here much longer"
"Oh, no! Let me stay as long a
possible. This delicious air and tn
smell of the sea is doing me good"
very well. You sit here a fey
minutes while go up and see the oil
fellow at the light"
you will not go faro"
mo; just a step or two. You 81
perfectly still till l return. shall nc
be gone long"
Seeing that his wife was comfortab l
and safe, he went back over the rock
to the end of the sea-wall. 1t was onl
instinct-he felt it could be no more
and yet it drew him by some strang
; attraction to the lighthouse. h
would see to whom that voice with il
touch of memory belonged.
Captain Breeze Johnson was
home, at leisure, and ready to talk.
Hardly had the Judge disappeare
when his wife heard light, firm foo
steps behind her. She turned he
head and saw young girl standin
on the rocks not far away. Her darl
oval face, piercing black eyes, an
wavy hair suggested some Souther
blood-Spanish, perhaps She W;
plainly dressed. aid seemed stron
and vigorous. Some native girl fro,