The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1895-02-14
BAR HARBOR.
A VHaA weird Tale Of keve
and Adventure.
nv AMOS LEE.
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THE AUTHOR

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THE AUTHOR
(co,yv1htsx, 1887. By O. W. Dillingham; = Al
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and, FAR away on the hillsides, the herd-be11s
tinkled family in silvery harmony, while an
army OF chirpinginsects in the grass inces-
sanity sang'their sleepy, monotonous song.
Here and there: drifting boat waved its
idle wings,o 9white on the sea, that g great
sweet mother and lover of men," who gave
back from her vast, slowly heavng bosom
the deep hues of a cloudless sky, blue as
the bluestvauited dome of dreamy Italy.
Across the way stood lonely Eld-Field,
empty and still.
Gone, gone, were all those happy daysl
Never more to be recalled Gone with
the sad, eyed Princess. Gone with Dolores
and Max and Medji, far across that wide
waste of waters * Wherel alas wherein
And Arthur Fairfax, leaning heavy,
aching head on tired arms that rested in
the window-sill, peered vainly out into the
soft sunlight With sigh, he turned his
eyes back again and relapsed into sorrow
full thought.
All things reminded him Of the past
"Oid faces glimmered thro' the doors,
Old footsteps trod the upper hoors
Old voices called him from without"
Bit by bit the stealthy twilight drew near
and up from eastern waves rose q sad, pale
moon-he remembered how they sat togeth-
err ON the rocks only the other night, 81
lently watching its silvery beams playing
over the rolling pillows. Bright enough 1t
seemed then but nowl Was she watch
ing it, tool Would 1T rremind her of the
pasta
A tear stole down over his cheek and,
with bitter sob, be hid his face In his hands
and wept. Yes! he was crying this great,
strong fellow, who ever pridcd himself upon
his stoicism and self-control.
All, hal Arthur Fairfax, how often have
you asked yourself the question: Have
l a heart, or nota" What is your answer,
nowl
The crickets still sang In the grass. An
owl hooted family In the distance. Then
few a belated whip poor-win and perched
in tree by the window.
"Whippeorwill Whippoorwill p cried
the bird.
Fairfax looked up.
A brilliant path Of glory lay Frightening
across the sea, from the moon to the beach,
and, just where it ended, lay little row.
boat at anchor, rising and falling on the
dong, lazy swell - that boat 10 which
aae two had foated over the Goon-ht
waters, and dreamed the happy hours
away.
Languidly he arose with sigh, and,
closing the door behind him, passed down
to the shore.
With thoughts still far away, almost
mechanically he loosed the boat, took the
oars, and slowly pulled out to sea--that
vast plain which bore upon its surface his
hopes, his heart, nay his very life Though
far apart they were, did not the same
waters wash their boats keel were not the
same stars smiling down upon bothl
On, on he passed, not needing nor car
ing to shape his course, oblivious to every
thing but his own melancholy reflections.
The moon rose higher and higher BY
little and little, the shores Of tle island
passed into the distance.
How much farther out to sea The might
have gone, or how much longer rowed, none
can say; but sudden Earring Of the boats
keel, harsh grating Of pebbles against its
bottom betokened the fact that his onward
career was ended. M
YEARLY raising his head and glancing
about, without surprise, as If it were all q
matter of course, he slowly stepped ashore
with the rope in his hand, half-consciously
making it fast to large stone close by.
! He looked around.
| Where and what was this placel He did
not know and scarcely seemed to care. Per.
/ hsps an island in the harbor; possibly even
the mainland. What mattered It'll Either
was all one and the same to him.
Onward he walked, head down, the pict-
ure Of self-absorbed sorrow.
! A lonely pine-tree stood back, some dis
lance from the Shore Seating himself be-
meath it, he buried his face in his hands. e
Wearied and worn out in body and soul
was it any wonder that he should pass
from these gloomy day-dreams into the
kindly realms of slcepa And so IL was, fol
:, he slept; yet, ever and anon, moaned, OF
sighed in his sleep
Stealthily the sea-tide rose. The careless
knot slipped from its anchoring stone and
the loosened boat slid gradually back from
the shore and drifted far out to sea. q
A snow-white owl whirred softly over the
head of the sleeper and, by and by, startled
the quiet night with her weird "Tu-whit
Tu-whul'' that echoed far among the pine!
of the wood.
Afterwards, large red fox came boldly
up, but seeing the alarming spectacle Of |
human figure crouching down under tn,
fir, turned quickly about and scurried back
in fright, to the forest.
Last of all, when the moon reached tn,
zenith, a strange, dark bird came hyini
YEARLY toward the pine and, as if exhausted
sank down to rest on the topmost boughs
OF singular form and plumage, it locke
and acted as II lost on unfamiliar coasts.
Then all was silent, until the dreame
moaned Startled, the bird looked dow
and, finally, flew to a lower branch whenc
it could see every thing below.
Again the unhappy man moved in hi
sleep and sighed.
The bird turned its head to one side wit
a halfhuman look, and with wholly-hu
man shrek, wild and shrill, spread it
wings and few back in the darkness L
ward the wood.
Awake sleeper, awake and followi
CHAPTER XXX.
NOT ALL DREAM.
Fairfax had been dreaming He stoo
on a barren, rocky islet in mid-ocean. A
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