Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1894-12-13
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time, and as for promising SO much to
him and saying yes to what he asked it
was quite out of the question.
The boat was drifting, drifting. Of a
sudden it grounded, and Grosvenor
found himself longing for another look
at her face, and SO he reused himself
and pulled back until he was at the
mouth of the canal where the waters of
the bay found an outlet to the sea.
Through the open windows of the bowl
ing alley he could see the people moving
about and could hear the sound of the
falling pins. He held his oars in the
water to keep the boat stationary, for
the tide was coming in and was nearly
food.
Grosvenor shivered slightly, for there
was contrast in his position and that
Of those people he had left not long be-
fore. Inside the lamps shed glow on
the clean white walls of the room,
glanced on the rolling balls and the pol
ished surface of the alley. Outside there
was a haze over the sea, and the dark
ness was only relieved by the twinkling
lights of the cottages about the bay and
the revolving beacon ON Monomoy point
far away. Grosvenor held his boat there
fully five minutes, eagerly looking for
her. And when at times he saw her
near the window he could not help
thinking that her face was very white,
and that there was a sadness in her
smile.
The tide had turned and was carrying
him through the canal now. The water
washed against the sides Of the passage
and rolled small pebbles on the sand as
it reccded. To Grosvenor there was
something impressive in that quiet on
rush Of tho tide and something mysteri-
GUS, as if it were inpelled by an unseen
power. The air was very salt, and
damp breeze came from the ocean. At
last, when the boat rocked in the long
roll Of the sea, Grosvenor pulled away
desperately He had no definite idea Of
where he was going, but the exercise Of
rowing gave him sense Of power and
for the time being removed his thoughts
from himself. Every time he dipped
the oars in the water the phosphorus
clung to the blades and dropped back
like liquid fire, leaving gllstening path
behind. The light at Chatham was
abreast of him presently. and far away
! toward mdocean he could see the one
on Monomoy point flashing or the white
sails Of a ship in the offing. Down the
coast tho long skeleton Of half finished
pier running far out into the water
could be easily distinguished. Gros-
, venor had no idea of how long he rowed,
and when he stopped for moment he
found himself exhausted. Then he bent
his head to listen, for he thought he
heard bells that sounded like silvery
| chimes. IL was only the village clock
at Chatham striking the hour Of mid
night, but with the waves dashing
against the boat the wind blowing in
gusts oifshOre, the bells rang out in
musical cadence, now soft and low,
then clear and load. They sounded to
him like something he had heard long
ago, he could hardly tell when or where,
like melody half forgotten, the linger-
| ing sweetness Of Il song once heard, but
half lost And in some way it brought
girl he had left back there, and he felt
that there was nothing to do but to leave
her and never see her again. 1t would
be very easy for him to go back and get
| away in the morning before she came
down stairs. That, he reflected, was
| what he really ought to do, and it would
be best fox both Of them. He leaned
back in the boat and clasped his hands
back of his head and thought of it dis
| passionately. Yes, that was decidedly
the best thing to do, and perhaps it
would save both of them great deal Of
| trouble and suffering. And in his mind
| during it all there were lingering
doubt and half defined feeling that he
might stay and face it out ana win her
to him, after all.
The east is radiant now with fierce
glow like the intense cleaning of fur
! mace fire. and the beautiful carmine is
shot here and there by long darts of gray
black clouds. The light extends far into
the north and south until the red blends
with tao clear silver blue Of the morn
;nS SKY. Above the eastern horizon is a
!}0So white cloud like limestone rock
cleft in places by long bars of glowing
gold, and high up in the sky the white
clouds are in layers like the feathers of
white dove. The color in the east
grows more and more intense until
gold rim lifts itself from the sea, grow
ing larger and larger every moment, and
tha sun comes Kissing from the depths
of silver sea. The light turns the
white spray to drops of shining gold
and flashes in at the window Of the light
house on Monomoy point, streams across
the narrow spit of land and gliste.ls on
the water on the other side, turning the
waves from blue to gold.
A dory is tossing about in the waves
offshore, and the sun shines on the drip
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