New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1895-08-25

,ov.,v Marshneld hills. far enough away 10 wear
.omet,mes the nne haze OF distance inese
,,aces have. somehow, an ADDED interest," ""e"
aeon through glass from the shore mere Every-
thing has glamour over II; we nave 'e'' ''A'
everyday things benino US. III .h,n,. ava A..
uehtfui: our aim is to make our life as uhciV''@eo
as possible ..,.,,s occuna,ions is 70
..h Sor the return Of the Lily, the little steam
or that takes "excurslonists' from Boston 10 ry-
mouth every day, returning about CLOCK II, vic
afternoon The boat comes In quite near t tne so,s
- ,ha storekeeper a few rods away from our
cntt 90 fres a salute We hold our oreath rom
tho time the Lily comes around the point uh'ii III,
cannon goes off, and then We kho" ,liot e go
~ the day Is over. Soon after that we nave so's
ash FOR supper then sit on the piazza uhtii oV
n M which is bedtime. The swashlns VI '"e
waves and the salt wind put US 20 sieep.
know that this does not read as II IL "eIe ue
scrntive Of an exciting life. People accustomed
10 Newport or Bar Harbor would not De happy
here But we have found II dencious. Ohiy uie
other day caught myself forgetting 10 renle.oe.
Columbus And the mere fact that need not
have the feeding of the hens on my nina Is III ~
self exhilarating And as FOR excitenie". anu ~
,erost do we not have the courters with US Ana
n we want something different. there Is the sea-
and there is the walk up into the haroor vnase'
with the chance Of meeting the man WHO Is "'-
inS 70 keen trespassers of MS lana. .
Ths walk follows the shore OF the harbor, and at
one place there is tongue Of land around wnIon
the road sweeps. Across this field Is "eLl-.rou,
de
over this path for generations. 1t cuts OF
stretch OF sandy road s,r.
It did seem hard that when we had come ao ,n
bere we should find a brand-new sign up. Win
The remark on It that trespassing was strictly
forbidden" -.,,' ana
We consulted with each other a moment, ana
then we said we would walk along the pain out
we wouldn't hurt 1t any, for we wouidn pear
our weight. And what harm could three poor
women do. anyway? ,,.so,
When two-thirds across man In an open wagon
drove down from a farmhouse, drew up al INC
other end OF the walk. stopped his horse ana sat
| in his wagon waiting for US:
There's the owner. said one
Yes and he's caught us
II was a irving time in lives. somehow u
| didn't seem worth while to tell this man tna' We
| had come over his field without bearing our
| weight. he did not look like a man VINO wouid De-
lieye us II we said So and he didn't look as II he
cared II we were helpless feminine creatures, ne
| wouldn't be gallant; he would act as II we were
| neu, women while in point Of fact we are old
| mean we are not what is called new women;
He stopped US by asking sharply If we had read
| that sign. 49,
Yes (meekly). we had read 1t.
| well" still more sharply, what did you MINK
| II meant?" ,..
| on the point Of groveng outwardly as we were
| already groveng inwardly. We knew we were
| in the wrong and II is a dreadful thing 10 Kho"
| that: II paralyzes all noble action
| Our New-York friend finally summoned ner Voice
| and said feebly that We only Just came along Ia
| the path.
| but who do you THINK maze tHdt pain W.
| ferocious glance. Then the man went on 70 ex-
| nlain that he meant business and that tnousn
| one woman or mebby three. couldn't 90 nucn
| damage-and and so on; ana we stdn""s
| Quaking before him. -
| When he released us we hurried home 10 our
| house by the sea. and now. as we think OF ,nas
man and that path. II almost seems as II VIC ""~
| been in the lookup. Ill,
We find this to be an excellent location In whlcn
| to have that article OF food colloquay called pu-
| monge" for here Is OF the places where they
md
| bent old STOPPING ana wadlfg apout
| among the pools and slippery rocks win os
| basket strapped the shoulders They mahs
| picturesque figures with an Old "orio aspe''
| that Is somehow vaguely suggestive
| The other day walked over 70 Lighthouse
| Point where sea and harbor minge. and wnere
| the ocean appears to stretch away even more h'
lmitaby. Here the Little Bug presides. ana mere
| stands the old light building. We wanted TO 20
| into that building, but the entrance was oockeu
| by pair OF courters she leaning her head on n's
| shoulder and not changing her position wnen we
| all came forward md one by one peered into tns
| tumble down OLD place, past the young man ana
| his girl.
We wandered about and scrambled over rocks
| and looked at a mackerel feet and when We re-
turned there were the two still hugsing eacn
| other at the door OF the light. Perhaps they arg
there yet: perhaps they will become petrlned a''o
found legend OF Lighthouse Point. I'll,
There are only few things here that We couii
wish different: that IL might be high tide every
day at II a. m: that the perch were larger that
the Holsters had not taken this time TO become
''shedders'; and few other items like these But
we are not complaining We happy here.
When II comes twilight We listen to the SURF. 20
the cries OF the wadng children and when the
wading children have screamed themselves
sleepy and have gone to bed somewhere. our New.
York friend sings loft in the Silly Night ana
we wax delightfully."- melancholy and sentimental:
and there comes undertone-the very songs OF
our youth-to the voice OF the tide
MARIA LOUISE POOL