Middletown transcript., 1894-02-10

DladeS Ill SnoWer or crystals.
''Oh, no; am not tired of you, onl
tired ;,
"That, sir, makes a very differen
thing of it."
She was only fisher-girl of Crane
Menan, with hands brown and plum]
and strong, with hair dyed in tn,
blackness of the night, and eyes! wha
wonderful depths they had, lighted will
a soft flame! They were like masse.
IF carbon i'll h a heart Of fire. Sht
was just Mollie Burns, living in tina,
rough little one-story house on the
green bank above the white sands.
Her father was John Burns, the fisher
man, and from him she must have
Inherited a rare knack at pulling cod
and haddock and mackerel out of the
sea. He had taught her how to row
her homely, but strong, little boat.
This boy, only fifteen, with his face
that sickness had beached, but face
lighted with eyes as bewitchingly blue
AS MOilit's were black, ilad come to
this surf fringed island to find again
his health if possible. Mollie Burns
had been hired by Charlie Whipple's
father to carry him out in her boat, to
teach him to fish, to tell him how to
row. Whipple, Senior, had intended
to accompany the young people in every
journey, but various things had pre-
vented, and the blue eyes and the black
eyes had looked at one another all they
wished.
Mollie had rowed her charge home
the day our story opens, and then
watched him as he languidly walked
across the glistening sands to his board
ing-hcuse. She pulled her boat up the
beach, and then sat down behind wall
OF rock projecting flom the bank.
Did she hear voices? Two men on the
other side of this wall were talking
bu silly.
"Ah, there goes my boy. He has
just come off from the water'
THAT is Charlie's father" said
Mollie, softly.
II see; and that fsher-girl with him,
or was"
81 don't like him." was MolIie's
comment. "Guess his name is Bah
cock. He's boarder, too, and 1 wish |
he'd 60 home.'
1T has been good thing for him,
his going off on the water" remarked |
Mr.. Whipple.
"And pleasant thing for her." said |
Mr.. Babcock.
''Oh, dare say. She's we'll paid for
it. | found her among the fshermen's
and she was willing to earn a
penny"
"You must look out. Those young
people are getting good deal interested
in one another"
The black eyes on Mollie's side of
The wall widened and famed, and her
breathing seemed to cease, SO intently
did she listen. Indeed, it did not seem
to her as if she could move away.
What she heard might affect her
destiny, but she seemed suddenly to
have lost strength, and could but stay
to hear the cruel words that had this
strange power.
"Interested? You think so? My
Charlie never lisped word"
'Of course lie wouldn't"
II can't have that. Good girl,
guess, but she fills low station in life.
T YOU thi:.k best Ill leave this village
tomorrow. p
II do think SOD
"Then III go, and as we expected to
Quincy together, will you accompany
ne, Babcock?"
Mollie did not care whether Babeock
accompanied" anybody or not, whet-
Ter he went to another spot on Grand
Menan, or-to the bottom Of the sea.
The rather thought she would like to
rave him in the latter place. She
rose wearily, stole unobserved out of
Ier resting place, and then crawled up {
he winding path that scanned the lofty {
'ank, and stopped at the door of her {
ather's diminutive home. 1t was her
'oast that she could run up that tedious s
'ath without stopping, and sometimes
ancied herself bird on its strong
wings mo, uniting this slope; but like
eabird shot, wounded sore, with Grip
led wings, she now YEARLY crawled to
ohm Burns' door. II
"You tired, Molliea' kindly asked /