Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1896-10-14

w eli, YES, lhC 5Ouhb iabJ wa -
beautiful swimmer Never seen n
young lady as could swim out like she
could "Capn Tom Cooley she'd used
to say to me, II just love the water"
She come here every year. She said she
never could take to anywhere like the
coast of Cornwall. But after the last
year she never come again. Seems as
If Bill-o'- my soul must have give her
distaste of the Cornish folk like.
Well, that's true what you say, sir
there amt no sea anywhere like the
sea here, in Cornwall. 1t breaks, as
you may see 1t, all so green as emerald,
round the stacks and skerries off Lands
End and the Lizard. See it breaking
yonder sometimes In fine white foam
most as high as a lighthouse, round
they granite peaks, and you wouldn't
find nothing more beautiful, not if 1t
was painted in oils by they artist gents
at Newlyn. The Channel?-well, what's
the Channel come to think O. it, but n
muddy river, in the manner of speak
ing, with the Seine and the Avon flood
ing 1t all with dirt and refuse? The
North Sea?-no, nor the North Sea
amt much better, neither, through be-
ing filed with yellow clay by the
mouths o. Thames and Rhine and Hum
Der. | know 'em all, your cart, as
have sailed in coasting craft, man an
boy, this fifty year an more, an being
bred myself at Lyme Regis in Dorset
~ xrniIH urnuIdn't
want nowheres than that though It's
me that says it as oughtn't to say it,
belying my own home, If | may make
bold to put 1t so, which is as tidy 4
little town as any in the country. But
the open Atlantic, where 1t rolls right
in, all blue and green, and clear as
crystal, on them Cornish rocks-why,
there amt no water like it, for pleasure
of swimming, in the British Isles, not
till a man comes round again to Cath
ness and Sutherland.
Our Joe-him as they calls the fisher
man poet-he says it reminds him of a
good woman's heart, 1t does. You look
right down into the depths, as far as
you see, and it's all transparent and
it's all pure an innocent. That's the
sea, in Cornwall.
The young lady's name | was speak
in Of was Noe. She was Miss Pryce
o London; but through knowing o her
80 intimate like, we always called her
by her given name, Miss Noe. She
was Mt home with the children, you
Of nr
than Of any other folks as ever took
our lodgings, same as she might be of
your good lady, sir, begging your par
don. She was fine built young wom-
an, too, was Miss Noe. See her clam
Der up the rocks, you'd say she was Il
goat; see her swim agin the waves,
you'd say she was a seal; see her tell
the little ones stories by the rocks at
nights, you'd say she was one o these
book writer's, as it might be yourself,
sir. Fine outstanding young lady, too,
with a color in her cheek and spring
in her step, walking free across Null
" moors the same as If they belonged
to her.
Well, 1t wasn't long before we per-
ceived Miss Noe was pretty good
friends with gentleman up to Browns
Mr.. Moore from Exeter, He was a
nice young doctor come to Kynance for
his holiday; and when them two went
out walking together, with her father
and mother hanging about like for COM
pany, as Is the way with parents a
finer young couple you'd never set eyes
on. At the end of fortnight my wife
says to me, '"Tom." says She sit amt
Mr.. Moore no more with our young
lady; it's plain Alex. this morning. His
name being Alexander, it was Alex. for
short, as is the new fashion now. though
when was young it was all Alic or else
Sandy.
AN a good thing, too,' says l. For
young lady like Miss Noe had ought
to marry one as is her natural equal"
says /; not meaning In birth alone, as
Is thing l don't hold with: nor yet in
money, as there amt no counting upon;
but a fine outstanding young lady, to
my mind, deserves to be married to
fine young fellow Or where'd the
country get Its soldiers and sailors
from?'
"And handsome couple they'll make"
says my missus, being fond Of Miss
Noe.
Well, one of the days, Mr.. Moore
that's Alex.-he went out swimming off
the rocks by the cove; and Miss Noe,
she was ashore sitting high on the
cliff, reading book or something. But
every now and again my wife sees her
raise her head and look out to sea anx-