Griggs courier., 1893-07-07
BY THE DEEP SEA.
a Tale Of Sunshine and Storm in
q Gentle Life.

Something struck the vicar in his
daughters appearance that day. He
was grim man. and generally he re-
marked little that did not concern his
work. Her eyes sparkled, and she was
full of some mystery. He was reminded
C. her childish days, when she used to
prepare surprises" and he thought as
he looked at her that after all she was
not much changed by lengthening her
frocks and twisting her hair up.
TGen he retreated once more into
himself.
She had no remarkable beauty from
any classical point of view. Her fea-
lures were not regular, and an analysis
of her claim to even prettiness would
have shown it to he slender. Yet Sybil
North was pretty, and she had that
nameless charm that is more potent
than perfection. Her mouth was good,
ana owere her teeth, and as she was al
ways laughing You saw them well and
knew how white and even they were.
Her eyes were not large, nor was their
color in any way noticeable; but they
danced with mischief and merriment.
Her hair was brown and curly. 1t was
long, too, and she was very proud Of it.
She had the happy temperament that
is not rufded by the thousand and one
small worries of life. She was not
spared any of these, 1 suppose; but she
rode buoyantly over them like craft
so light that tfie waves carry it safely
above the rocks against which heavier
: vessel would be broken. She was
splendidly healthy, and this perhaps
made it easy to be light-hearted.
Mr.. North was a widower with q
family of six, of whom Sybil was the
eldest. She kept house for him, and
she helped the governess with the chill
dren's lessons. She played cricket with
! the boys in the field behind the house
on the holidays She mended stockings,
she patched youthful knees, she knitted
and she read to her father. She had al
ways lap or bosom to be cried on by
the six-year-old boy or the fve-year.old
little sister, and she could comfort
either and turn tears into smiles. She
packed for the brothers when they
went to school, and she hid a cake
somewhere among their clothes to cheer
Mr.. North was silent man who had
given himself up to hooks. He was
short in his manner, and his children
regarded him with some awe. Sybil
vas looked upon as mediator: but medi-
alton was little necessary, since all
authority was vested in herself and the
governess. To Sybil only did he show
the warmer side of his nature. He
liked to have her with him; her voice
soothed him when she read to him. He
put into her willing hands much that
was precious-and tedious, too-of his
work, and she copied for him, and
made coplous extracts. He seldom
praised her in words 1t was not his
way.
II should like picture of you," he
said one day, suddenly.
Sybil looked up in surprise.
IA p;StHre. father?"
Heswas silent Tor few monenta
"Well, photograph he said, pres
emily, and speaking slowly. ''As a
family this has been neglected. Your
her.
He said nothing more, and the sub
ject dropped. 'Sybil went on with her
work of correcting proofs. A smile
curved the c',rners of her mouth and
her eyes kindled. Her thoughts wan
.dered.
From the study window she could see
the waves beating on the shore. The
vica-age stood on the Cornish coast. 1t
was on the outskirts of p fishing villap
land tour miles from town. The smell
of the sea and the taste of brine were
in the air. when presently Sybil put
down be: work and went out