The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1894-08-25

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scull, you know"
Rosalind looked over at him. This
is your last sail, isn't il? I'm sorry
you have TO go back to the city to-
morrow. How hot il must be there
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. Miss me! oh,
guess not. There are plenty of men
here, he said with a smile.
"And adore them all, l suppose?'
she asked, dragging her hand through
the water.
"Well, there's Bildon, the lawyer,
Tom suggested.
''Who has a selfish old ogress OF
mother, and who thinks he is going to
be great man one of these days,
the girl added "He is welcome TO be,
I'm sure. You know / can't bear
him.
Young Gotrox, then" Tom
suggested again.
"Who can't do anything, and
doesn't pretend to, and doesn't want
to, except spend his money" Rosa
lind put in.
'Well, then, how about the young
collegian, Shadford?" he persisted.
"Who tries to write poetry, and
tells us six times day how near he
came to getting on the crew last
spring and how we'll he knows Caru-
theirs, the great pitcher. Tom," Rosa
lind said, lyon know 1 can't bear any
of these men" Tom knew, of course.
'I'll only mention one more" he
said, "your friend the Professor.
"Oh, do you mean Mr.. Dundee?"
the girl asked rather hurriedly. Tom
had taken his eyes of his interesting
sail-tops and was looking at her very
intently. "Oh, he might be bearable
if he were not so frightfully bashful.
You know don't like him either"
''Do /? Dundee was great friend
of mine in college and is much finer
fellow than you seem to want to
think, Tom remarked.
Rosalind said no more, but gazed
out over the water. The wind was
growing much lighter; the sun hung
low in the sky; it was five o'clock.
Lockarby turned his sharpie toward
the shore. A hundred yards away IA
row-boat was gliding over the water.
It's sole occupant was large, muscu-
lar-looking young man, with light
mustache and heavy coat of tan,
who managed his oars well.
"There goes Dundee now," Tom
said. "He looks as if be had long,
hot pull; probably been over to
Pirate Island to see that lovely Miss
Dockrand," he added, with a sly
glance at his companion. "Tf / take
him in, you will try not to eat him
up, won't you, Rosalind?"
Rosalind smiled. She looked any
thing but a cannibal. So they hailed
the oarsman and Dundee's skiff was
soon bobbing along behind the larger
boat, and Dundee perched on the side
of the sharpie carrying on a rather
desultory conversation with Rosalind.
Tom did not seem disposed to help
them out any. He still stared at those
weather-b beaten sails of his, but he was
thinking of something else. They
were nearing the pier now. The wind
freshened a little, yet it was only
dying gasp; Tom could easily see
that But he swung the boat slowly
around, nevertheless, and started out
toward the reef once more.
Enough wind for another tack,
ne explained.
The waves still rippled under the
bow the boat bent slightly before the
breeze. 1t was very pleasant
"Sam, take the tiller a minute"
Tom said, when they were about a
mile from shore, al want to fix that
foremost spirit"
Dundee took Toms seat, and the
latter clambered forward to the bow
of the boat, where the sails hid him
from view. Suddenly a splash was
heard. 1t is u simple thing to fall
into the water. Lockarby found no
trouble in doing it most naturally.
Rosalind and Dundee laughed un-
suspectingly as Toms shining head