Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1894-08-31
As the Breeze Died Away
BY HERBERT D. cAU11AuDEr.

1t was hot midsummer afternoon.
The sun danced from wave to wave,
and the wind still blew steadily from
the south. Now and then team rat
tied along the bluff, and the faint
whistle of steamer echoed across
the water. Many schooners, and
sloops, and smaller boats OF every
sort, dotted the Sound.
About q mile from shore little
two-masted sharpie was beating close
up into the wind. It's sails drew full,
and the waves rippled under its bow.
Tom Lockarby sat in the stern, with
one hand on the tiller and the other
braced behind him, his duck trousers
shining in the sunlight and his blue
tennis shirt setting off tanned and
handsome face aud big brown hands,
Us ''p's asef si''' almost sail gss-i... Is
terror Of his dear mother nd the
great disgust of the old sailors wboss4
boats he borrowed. His capsizinsk
days were long since over now, but i
Tom still loved this quiet, do-it-all-
yourself sailing. He would tack about
for hours in his neat little sharpie, |
alone with his pipe and his thoughts
and his castles in Spain, soothed by |
the sound of the waves beating against
the boat, the soft wind blowing in his
face, and the beautiful things aroundl
him. He loved it all; it was SO rest
full, so quiet, 50 beau iful
And today he sat stretched over the
seat enjoying this beauty and quiet
He seemed wholly to have forgotten
the girl opposite him. But she did
not mind his apparent indifference
and was looking out over the water,
quite as contented and happy as Tom
They had known each other for years;
SO there was silence. Tom watched
the tops of his sails as if he saw hli
Spanish castles there, and Rosalind
gazed out over the water at the
schooners dotting the horizon. Iwon-
der-and you would have done 50 too,
if you had seen them-I wonder how
Tom kept his eyes fastened so intent-
ly on the tips of his sails, when, al
most without turning his head, he
might have looked at such an extreme
ly pretty girl as Rosalind Lorne;
tall girl, with soft brown hair and
face that was attractive, not only be-
cause beautiful to look at, being regu-
lar in feature and charming in com
plexion, but because there seemed to
be so much beneath the surface, such
meaning depth to those grey eyes, and
such strength and tenderness of char
acter in every curve and line. Her
white duck dress and white straw hat
were rather becoming to her, though
her face and hands were so brown.
Her white parasol kept off the sun.
But Tom still watched his sails as
they tackled back and forth.
At last the canvas began to fiutter a
little. Then Lockarby looked out
over the water, Near by the waves
still danced merrily, but out by the
horizon Tom could see calm stretch.
''The wind is dying away" he said;
"we'll make one more tack out toward
the reef and then go in. I hate to
scull, you know"
Rosalind looked over at him. This
is your last sail, isn't it? I'm sorry
you have to go back to the city to-
morrow. How hot it must be there
l shall miss you" she added. "You
are pretty good company, after all,
though we always do disagree so.
Tom looked up, or rather down,
from his sail. ends ''AIiss mel Oh,
/ guess not. There are plenty of men
here" he said with smile.
"And 1 adore them all, l supposed
she asked, dragging her hand through
the water.
"Well, there's Bildon, the lawyer, !"
Tom suggested.
"Who has selfish old ogress Of a
mother, and who thinks he is going to
be a great man one of these days,