The record-union., 1894-07-04

US, and we wanted to remem Der II.
'W hat did ne say to that?" said Marion.
''Oh. he just shrugged his shoulders,
and said he did not remember II. ana al
ways took history cum grd7to salts.
And said be was willing TO bury the
Ratchet if would said Bess, colorlng
as she saw the fun in her friends eye.
1 Horace came up to have his sleeve pulled
down, and as he stood by his sister he re-
/ marked: "Ain't Farrant bowling swell.
just like baby with mumps."
This remark dispelled all sentiment.
and the girls, laughing. took their plunge,
4 but the wave OF pretty color that tinged
Bessie Elworth's fair cheek showed the
international entanglement would De
/ harder to unravel soon.
The opinion of the envious young men
| who knew Deseheler Farrant, was he
was gentleman. and SO dead sure OF 1t
| he don't have TO say So"
1 That evening the hotel crowd were all
/ planning for the celebration, fire works,
and dancing, and extras so said they all,
| but where was Farrant? He must be in
it, because they who are in Rome must
do as the Romans do. "And it will be
such fun to make him keep the Fourth
and scandalize his iorbears," said young
Stirling. But his disappearance created
no alarm, Tor be usually took very long
walks, and often never returned till late
in the evening. Deschler's very English
habits amused them all. and the break
fast table JOKE was his request OF the
waiter for .'mosh, squash or whatever
you cali porridge, you know elected
much laughter.
But as an all-round good fellow, ready
for any fun. they all liked him. And in
athletic sports ne had few equals; for love
in tennis, or love pure and simple in the
ethics of life he was equally ready ii Miss
EIWOrth was there
The evening OF the Sd was lovely. "a
full-orbed moon sought precipisate
pathway up the heavens. and over all fell
the silvery silken veil OF light. 1t fell on
upturned faces OF the roses that gave in
| return for the love light their odorous
souls in an ecstatic DEATH"
The waves were quietly dreaming, and
only touched the silyery sand with soft
swishing sound, as il making amends for
It's former Doisterous conduct.
Let US all go over to Monterey sug-
gested some one. There's a tourists
carriage waiting for load, and it will he
romantic to see the town in this light.
We can walk back A party OF eight
agreed TO go, and Bessie and Marion were
amongst them.
Such a merry party, singing as they
went patriotic songs and all the national
airs they could think of. When they re-
turned Marion and Bessie were in the
rear of the party walking slowly, as
they traversed the streets of the quaint
old town. AS they turned corner an old
woman and several men came along, her
noisy cackling tone intensified 10y the
wine she had taken. In few moments
both girls had gathered the facts that
DeSchler Farrant was her prisoner as
supposed Smuggler. They recognized
him as she described him and told about
the sail boat to her companions.
AS they loitered and listened they found
out about her home, two miles from the
hotel, and how she was coming to town
on the morrow to see the Customs men,
So then and there Marion and Bessie re-
solved to get up early and rescue thier
friend without telling anyone of their
plans. As they talked Bessie's cheek
paled with fright and anxiety till Marion
said practically:
'They can't kill him anyhow, without
Judge or jury, even if he is smuggler,"
and laughingly, 'the bounty California
would have to pay England for his scalp
would be disproportionate TO his liie."
The girls reached the hotel, but were
mum as oysters about the knowledge
they had obtained. They retired to
dream of rescuing countless Englishmen
from the embraces OF California grizzlies.
The Fourth of July dawned, and one
would think the day broke all up dawn
and Monterey. Anvil-firing saluted the
small hours and reverberated across the
hills and bay. Small boys were eyery- |
where on the beach, good, safe place to |
make powder monkeys and fire crackers, |
tor as Horace Elworth said, The old |
bay could go to blazes, anyhow, no matter |
how they peppered it with crackers"
In the meantime Deschler Farrant was
almost wild with suspense. Bound SO |
tightly that he could not stir, he was
cramped and stiff. At supper-time the |
old woman brought him bread and milk |
and fed him with huge iron spoon. He |
was too faint to resist this ignominious |
treatment. His questions as to |
why she was depriving him OF his liberty /
were useless; his threats If he regained it |
till when she left him at the |
door she looked back and said: "Thou
art a smuggler. | heard yees plot and |
plan mig hts ago. Now [ got yer. Yer'll |
not go till Government gifts yer, and it's
fifty dollars for years."
She would not listen to his explana-
ton. She was convinced he was all she
wanted him to be. She was deaf TO tips,
to bribes, to talk, and left him. One of
the young men came in at dark and
partly the thongs of tubular
weeds that bound him and gave him a
blanket to sleep on, and, thankful for
small mercies, Deschler slept, but not
without private declaration that when
he gained his liberty someone else would
lose theirs if justice could be had, for his
British wrath was aroused.
The mists were still lingering on mount
and vale when Bessie Eiworth and
Marion Stirling were on the road to the
old woman's house on their errand of
rescue. Twinkling dew beads studded
each blade of grass. On the sand beach
the tide crept noiselessly. The whirr of
BIRDS wings rends the hush of morning
and their startled cries fill the air.
After quite walk the girls could see
their destination, the lonesome-looking
house overlooking the sea and near Deep
w ater Cave.
"oh. if he should be Dead" moaned
Bessie.
Nonsense said Marion. ''If he kills
off as easy as that, you'd better not
anchor your hopes. It's queer old
place." she added. Land looks so poor
wonder the old woman can even raise
her voice on it,"
But Bessie could not see any joke at all.
She was SO nervous and anxious. She
realized all Dreschler Farrant was to her.
When she recalled his look, his tone.
his tender courtesy to her, she regretted
her coy unwillingnesss to be pleased
with him at his best when trying to
please her; she regretted all the sharp lit
tie retorts she had made him; she re-
gretted her pretended blindness to his
devoted attentions; and tiff he was
lead she would die. too.n She thought
she knew she would.
The little old gate swung fitfully on the
old leather hinges as the girls stole softly
IN, peering TO right and left to see if any
one was around, but all was silent as the
grave. Bessie looked in, and when her
bright eyes grew accustomed to the gloom
she could see form on the floor.
HE is there" she said, joyfully.
Deschler heard the sweet voice. and d
thought it was dream. In the quiet of
.he morning his voice could be heard,
m l dreaming?"