The Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Or.) 1862-1899, 1894-09-14

VnHO from wave TO wave, and the
I'll wind still blew steadily from
N the south. Now and then
S5N a team ratified along the
RAID bluff, and faint whistle of q
"a steamer echoed across the
water. Many schooners and sloops and
smaller boats Of every sort dotted the
sound.
About a mile from shore a little
two-mastsd 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 and big brown hands.
Tom had learned to sail nearly as
soon as he took off kits, and used to
tip over almost daily, to the perpet-
great disgust Of the old sailors whose
boats he borrowed. His capSizing
days were long since over now, but
Tom still loved tMs quiet, do-it-all-
yourself sailing. He would tack about
for hours in his neat little sha1pde,
alone with his pipe and his thoughts
oLo Asio SacNtCo okec4hp ny
the sound of the waves beating against
the boat, the soft wind blowing in his
face, and the beautiful things around
him. Ho loved 1T all; it was so restful.
30 quist, So beautiful.
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 hooking out over the water, quite
rs contented and happy as Tom.
They have known each other for years
80 there was silence. Tom watched the
tops of his sails as though he saw his
Spanish castles there, and Rosalind
lgsazed out over the water at THE
schooners dotting the horizon. won
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, with
out turning his head, he might have
looked at such an extremely pretty
girl as Rosafind Loqne; a tall girl with
soft brown hair and a face that was
attractive, not only because beautiful
to look at, but regular in feature and
charming in complexion, but because
there seemsd to be 50 much beneath
the surface, such meaning depth to
those grey eyes, and such strength and
tenderness of character in every curve
and line. Her white duck dress and
white straw hat were rather becoming
to her, though her face and hands
we're SO brown. Her white parasd
kept off the sun.
But Tom still watched his sails as
they tackled back and forth.
At last uhe canvas began to hutter a
little. Then Lockarby looked out over
the water. Near by the waves still
danced merrily, but out by the hor-
izon Tom could see a calm stretch.
1.-THE wind is dying away" he said;
well make one more tack out to-
ward the reef and then go in. l 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 1t 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 I adore them all, I suppose"
she asked, dragging her hand through
the water.
"well. there's Bildon, the lawyer"
Tom suggested.
who has a selfish old ogress or
mother. and who thinks he is going to
be great man one of these days." the
girl added. "He is welcome to be. Pm
sure. You know I can't bear him.
Young Gotrox, then," Tom sug-
gested.
who can't do anything, and doesn't
pretend to, and doesn't want to, ex-
cept spend his money" Rosalind put
in.
well. then, how about the young
colegian, Shadford?' he persisted.
"Who tries to write poetry, and tells
us six times a day how near he came
to getting on the crew last spring and
how Well he knows Caruthers, the
great pitcher. Tczn," RosaIind said,
"you know I 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 yo mean Mr.. Dundee?" the
girl asked hurriedly. Tom had taken
his eyes off his interesting sakl-tops
and was looking at her very intently.
"oh, he might be bearable IL he were