The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1894-12-14

Mrs. Markheim, overlooking with graft
tudo, removed again and again the thanks
giving of herself and her daughter and
begged to have their savior's name.
FeDella Marston," came the shy an
swcr, and Richard, full of discontinue
and spcechlessness as he was, had wit
enough left to admire in secret such q
pretty name as Fenella- 1t appeared that
Fcnella lived with her father in a lone
house among the hills between Port Erin
and Peel and she "must go at once" she
said, when the poor Tutoring Kestrel had
once more reached the shelter of the quay
wall
a year passed, and Richard was again
yachting at Port Erin, this time alone
Mrs. Markheim had graciously asked him
to join herself and Dolly at Fecamp, but
for some inexplainable reason he had de-
clincd the invitation, much to every ones
surprise, for every one, including Dolly,
imagined that he was in love with Dolly.
| For his own part, he was not quite certain
on that point and he determined to spend
G week or two in solitude at Port Erin
| with his darling Kestrel, which, by tho
| way, he could now handle with some
| skill, In order that he might commune
with himself and explore the deep recesses
of his feelings toward the adorable Dolly.
| One day he had sailed the Kestrel to
Peel. Tide and wind initiated against
him getting her back before nightfall
and no determined to walk homo to Port
Erin, ten miles over the mountains and
| return for tho yacht ON the morrow The
route from Peel, provided one avoids the
carriage roads, is as wild and weird as
person could wish. After leaving tho
| quaint old town and the quaint old
towns new vast hotel one begins to climb
almost Immediately, and all the way the
cloud wrapped top of South Barrule ap-
pears and disappears like revolving light.
1t was late in the afternoon when Rich
ard started, and he found the hill paths,
at no time congested with traffic, now
quito deserted. Four miles from Peel one
of those drifting, binding mists for which
the isle of Man Is famous suddenly oblit-
Grated the landscape, and when 1t happily
cleared away after about quarter of an
hour Richard was well lost. He sat down
Oh bowlder to study small pocket map,
but to no purpose. Then he jumped up,
for he heard q man whistling. Presently
the whistler appeared in sight, but she
was a woman-a woman in u serge frock
and Tam O'Sbanter hat and carrying q
bag. She was walking rapidly, and when
she caught sight of Richard she suddenly
ceased making music and involuntarily
slackened her steps. Richard emitted All
ejaculation of surprise.
Now, the experienced reader will have
guessed that this woman in the blue serge
and a Tam O'Shanter hat was just Fenel-
la herself. Everything points to 1t, and
such was indeed the fact.
Richard greeted her, blusbing furiously.
Fortunately he was spared tho necessity
of confessing that for the second time she
had found him in fix. He said boldly
that he was walking to Port Erin.
But this is not quite the nearest way
to Port Erin" she said. "You should
have turned off toward Daily about half
mile back"
Yes, l know" was the mendacious
reply. But wanted long walk"
Miss Marston RETAINED from referring
to the yacht, no doubt out of. delicacy, he
thought. But she was willing to chatter
about the scenery and the people, and
Richard said that more delightful chatter
like that. And Dolly could not walk like
that 1t took Richard all his time to keep
by her side.
''"NS AO'SA PAOhSAAy gOtJ
Miss Marston, for your valuable assistance
last year Let mo do SO now. And you
may be interested to know that since then
l have acquired u little more maritime
skill
"Oh, to girl used to the sea all her
life 1t was really nothing, Mr.. Lacy
You know my name thenT' he biurtcd
out, for he remembered that bis aunt had
introduced only herself to Fenella last
year.
''Oh, yes" returned his companion.
II Just asked one of the fishermen.
wanted to find out"
What delightful ingenuousncssn' he
unused. What absolute freedom from
coaventionalityl Now, If she only knew
Us much as Dolly" Poor Dolly was very
conventional in spite of certain advanced
views
by the way, Mr.. Lacy" she went on,
NJ have often thought about you and Won
dered whether you were any relation to
tho short story writer of the same name"
L ann sort of distant connection"
said Richard. but surely you don't ud
miro that fellows work."
Indeed do. Did you sec that tale of
his in the last Yellow Bookf l thought
it was equal to De Maupassant's best
The Yellow Bookl De Maupassant!
He was not much moved ut hearing him
self compared to Do Maupassant The
thing had occurred before. But that the
comparison should be made by a girl such
as he had taken Fcnella to be was certain
ly surprising He confessed to being Rich
ard Lacy, the short story writer. She
laughed with nafvo pleasure They began
to talk books with great gusto. What
did she think of Henry James, of Flaubert,
of Prosper Merimees And what did he
think of George Egerton and the other
revolteesp The air was thick with views"
Richard was enchanted. Poor Dolly!
She was a nice girl, but Fenella-Fencl-
Ia was a revelation. How lucky he had
not gone to Normandy!
Tint house there" Fenclla said after
long argument upon w. d. Howells,
pointing to an old farmlike structure
which stood near a tiny hamlet III the val
ley below them, ''is where 1 have lived
all my life. 1t has fine library-my ia.
theirs. Hos the local 'littery' gent"
Really" said Richard. And that,
1 suppose, pointing to an active figure In
clerical attire which was rapidly coming
toward them up the steep path, lis the
local curatc?''
Fenella seemed amused. Yes" she
laughed, that is the local curate."
The local curate approached and care
lessly raised his hat.
Mr.. Lacy" said Fenella dryly, "may
introduce you to my husbandf Charlie,
this is tho Mr.. Lacy met last year-you
remember, just before our marriage"
Richard was up very early the next
morning taking last look at quiet. un-
ebtrusive Port Erin and its tiny harbor.
Hour by hour of the wakeful night his
ruffled heart had gone out to Dolly in
Normandy for solace. Twelve hours ago
he was dcsplsing her, and now the very
thought of her was like soft pillow. He
had finally decided that he loved her.
Presently he was at the village postoffice
writing out telegram.
whats this?" said the postmaster, who
was also grocer, pointing to word In
the address. Richard informed him.
WHAT"
"F-eo-a-m-p,"
And in 4s hours he was there.-Hart-
ford Times.
ADAPTABILITT OF ANIMALS.
The whale was, at some remote
period, according to the best author
tiles, an amphibious animal, and
lived in and about the low lands and
ponds. After time, by some of the
curious processes of adaptation pro-
vided by nature, this creature took