The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1894-10-31

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The only single man was the Cap.
tain and they hated each other.
"What apretty girl she isl" said
Richard Dillon's little betrothed.
"And how odd that she doesn't attract
the gentlemen.
But Matte, though noble in love
affairs, was no angel. She liked to
provoke the captain, by assuming
twice the fondness for musculino
sports than slie really had and he, ex-
asperated by her chatter and her per-
feet disdnin of his displeasure, ex.
pressed his opinion of what woman
should be, which WAS precisely what
he thought Matte was mot, with the
greatest freedom. -..i'..
The captain, despite his good looks,
made himself immensely unpopular
among the ladies by his persecution of
their friend, and on the day when we
first met him upon the bridge, had de-
cided to return home forthwith.
When he had read his book in the
grove he sauntered off to discover
some solitary means of passing the
afternoon; and finding on the shore
nm old man with rickety sail-boat,
feed him liberally to take him on board,
Meanwhile Paul Holden escorted
Matte home to Silverspeer.
Mrs. Silverspeer and Mrs. Cooley
the other married lady of the party,
were preparing to go to certain
sheltered nook of the river to bathe.
Their bathing dresses we're on their
arms, and their great hats tapped over
their eyes. Matte proposed at once
to join them and the three women
hurried away, laughing and chatting
about all manner of things, on the
way, and enjoying the ridiculous fig
ures they made in their hideous fan
mel bathing dresses, when they were
at la st equipped in them, and their
muslins hung suspended in the little
dressing house at the top of the sandy
stretch which lay between it and the
sea.
Matte loved the sea. She plunged
into it fearlessly. She went out to
meet the waves as though they we're
friends. She floated on her back, and
dipped under, to the terror of her
friends. Her laugh as silvery as the
chime of bells rung we'll in tune, went
out over the water and ca ught the ear
of n gentleman reposing with cigar
in his mouth upon the deck of a rick
ETY. sail boat.
Hang itl" said this gentleman.
"That woman again. There's no get
ting rid of her. Put me on sh ore old
gentleman. You're rather too tipsy
to go much further with under any
circumstances
"Tm not tipsy, yer honor" said
the man who had much ado to speak
at all. "No marrer, all ri. Well
tack about" And he proceeded to
stack about" at once, the Captain
lying with his eyes closed and his Gig
ar between his lips. The next moment
the patched and dirty sail dipped into
the sea, and the boat turned bottom
up, and its occupants of course went
with it. The old man had grasped
the edge of the vessel and clung to it.
The Captain clung to nothing. He
had put out that remembrance of a
right arm which was all he brought
from Seven Oaks, but it scarcely serv-
ed him. BY the time he remembered
that the sleeve was actually empty he
was in the water. He could not swim.
His heavy clothes weighed him down.
The tipsy boatman could not held
him.
"Tt's over with me-" he thought.
Then strange, underlined thought
fitted through his mind. He could
not have Analysed it, had there been
time. 1t was somehow softened and
regretful thought about the girl of
whom he always spoke as "that wo-
man."
Meanwhile "that woman" looked
out from the bathing nook IN the
arms of the shore across the water, and
cried out, with an exclamation of con-
cern and anxiety:
"Look it's Bogle's old boat, and
one of our gentlemen in it. It's your
brother, Mrs. Silverspeer. How clum-
sy! How stupid! What are they try
ing to do? They'll be over.
sold Boyle is drunk, 1 suppose.
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