Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1895-05-19

in the darkness,
The Swantons re a family or four;
two years prevlou they had picked ur
their small belongings ana had come
from n small hamlet on the coast Of
Maine to this little fishing town. Here
Mr. Jack SwantOn built "A tiny cottage
Just big enough TO hold the four and
no visitors" he said.
He owned. also. a small fishing
smack with which he earned his Nv
ing.
The railroad bounded II on one side
the ROAD leading to the big hotel on
the other
A great, overhanging clin doomed up
behind, and the ocean swept the shin
ing white beach In front.
In the small enclosure, fishing nets
were stretched out to dry In the sun.
Lobster pots, an old sail or two,
broken oar. We're grouped in pictur-
esque confusion.
The white paint OF the house had
| long since chippcd off; particles hang
ing here and there like tiny scales.
A row OF white clam shells bound
| the path on either side TO the door.
where sat large woman Of about
20. disproving the old theory that two
things cannot be done at the same
time. for she was busily pairing apples.
talking all the while.
There are woman who never work so
well as when they are mad; as Mrs.
swanton's manner verified
| As she talked. her knife few round
| and round the smooth white apple,
the red skin curling into the pan in
! her lap.
"Of all the lazy hussys. ever saw.
you're the worst Any body'd think
| you was bettern the rest Of us: TO hear
you talk; no wonder you don't sell
| nuthlnl
Look at your and she paused with
| her knife in the air to look scornfully
at the covering figure Of the girl in
the inner room,
Coin on twelvel" and you're allm-
mer'n u ram rod; s,pose folks think we
starve youl Lord knows why you
didn't die when you was a baby. you
don't earn your salt.
ITS nuthln' but read, read. from
riornin' III night, / can't get hands
turn out Of you.
Now on with your hat, and don't
you show yourself back again TIL that
| baskets empty. I've put my foot
down for once, IN show YOU"
The girl took up the basket and
brushing past her mother, went out.
! Reaching the gate, which swung on
eyes with her hand. looking earnestly
uut to sea toward r tiny boat. sitting
quietly on the water
MRS Suanton arose and entered the
| house. She was soon TOSSING anu
kneading pie crust with vengeance.
They were duly taking form, and lay
side By side in their round pans.
The knife was then taken and each
ME neatly cut in fern shaped pat
| terms across the top.
This done. she openei the oven door.
with her checked apron, and set them
In, muttering 10 herself. that gal no
earthly good.
1t was Sunday morning. The echo
Of the village church bells up on the
hlli had died away.
II HRa the only evidence Of the Sab
haiti in the Swunton home.
The father and mother ana Jack, the
son. who was called Jake for dis
tinction. were. as the villagers said,
funhelicvers.'
one day when they had FIRST settled
! there the preacher In the village
church called. travelling all the long
two miles of stony beach in the hot
| sun.
They were holding protracted meet
ipgs. and he was anxlouf 70 draw them
In.
Mrs Swanton received his kindly
| overiures with derisioD.
"wots' the use OF It. anyhow she
1t amt goin' to keep us warm. l