The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1894-02-10

nothing more to the dress without her
aid. Ask ut the Office, Royal, II she
has been to breakfast"
Maria! Why not let one of the
servants do this? Why should Royal
be hunting up stray dress-maker?'
I'm going past the Office. can
inquire"
He did. The result was somewhat
| unexpected.
"Mademoiselle Rochet and her maid
| had breakfast at o'clock, and took
| the first boat for New London" A
mot gone to New York?'
| "Yes, sir. Said she wished her
trunks sent by express to New York. +"
II should think she would have
taken them with her."
Guess she's going abroad by
to-morrow's steamer. She was asking
last night about the sailings Quite
welcome, sir Sorry we can't give you
more information"
| Seeing his mother coming from the
dining-room, he decided to wait till she
reached the cottage before telling her
the news. The poor lady was dread
fully upset at the less Of her dress
maker. The unfinished Surah was put
away in trunk with lavender, and
she put herself in bed with headache
AS for the young man, the experience
of the night was like bad dream.
just as the fog had melted before the
sunshine, SO his fears had faded away.
Julie, whom he regarded only as bur
den and hinderance, had taken herself
off perhaps forever. The blond giant
had sailed away, and would be gone a
week or more. His luck had not de-
serted him. He would have little
amusement for a few days In peace.
In an hour or two Mrs. Judge Gear
ing felt more resigned. She thought
| perhaps walk would do her good,
and, after selecting suitable robe,
she accepted her husbands invitation
to visit the lighthouse. AS they
reached the yellow boulder at the stile,
she seemed to take pleasure in the near
ness of the water and the peace and
beauty of the spot.
Let us go down there and sit on
the rocks close to the water"
There seemed to be no reason why
they might not do this, and presently
they had descended to the beach and
were walking over the polished rocks
under the sea-wall. The tide was low,
and the wet rocks next the water
were festooned with olive-green rock
weed. At one place there was little
hollow in the rocks filled with limpid
| 4 Al. 4 "a 1
cles,-a microcosm of sea-life. The
barnacles opened their double doors
and thrust out white feathery fingers.
a hermit crab tumbled over the
| limpets, and rosc-colored sea-
anemone bloomed like n living ~ >;
chrysanthemum under the water
Mrs. Gearing was charmed, and
would sit upon the rocks and gaze
into this magic mirror of life.
| II suppose it's safe %
"Oh, perfectly-if you sit still"
Its the most wonderful thins "
ever saw. And the air is so delicidWs
here. See how pure and what a beaua-
! full green the water is"
yes 1t must be pretty deep just
! there"
For half an hour they sat in silence
on the rocks, looking at the limpid
pool beside them, and studying the
drama of its life, for two hermit crab s,
scarce an inch long, sided about over
the barnacles, touching the anemone
and making its pink petals shrink, and
finally indulging in fierce combat.
that lasted at least two minutes. As
time thus pleasantly passed, the moon
| drew all the sea after it, and lifted the
whole mass of the water nearer to
| their feet.
The Judge seemed silent and OPP
| pressed. The ''sound of voice that
was still" seemed to linger round the
place. There were restless movings in
the sea, and once there was a splash
of white foam on the rocks below.
''The tide is rising. We cannot stay
here much longer"
"Oh, no! Let me stay as long as
possible. This delicious air and the
smell of the sea is doing me good"
Every well. You sit here few
minutes while go up and see the old
fellow at the light"
you will not go far?'
"No; just step or two. You sit
| perfectly still till return ] shall not
be gone long"
Seeing that his wife was comforta BILE
and safe, he went back over the rocks
to the end of the sea- wall. II was only
instinct-he felt it could be no more
and yet it drew him by some strange
attraction to the lighthouse. He
would see to whom that voice with its
touch of memory belonged.
Captain Breeze johnson was at
home, at leisure, and ready to talk.
Hardly had the Judge disappeared
when his wife heard light, firm foot
steps behind her. She turned her
head and saw young girl standing
on the rocks not far away. Her dark,
oval face, piercing black eyes, and
wavy hair suggested some Southern
blood-Spanish, perhaps. She was
plainly dressed, AID Seemed strong
and vigorous Some native girl from
the village, apparently.
Its hardly safe to sit there, ma am,
with the tide rising"