Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1896-10-14
CAP'N TOM WOOLLEY.

Well, yes, sir. the young lady was Q
beautiful swimmer. Never seen
young lady as could swim out like she
could. "Cap'n Tom 'Oolley." she'd used
to say to me. Il 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
II Bill-O'-my soul must have give her q
distaste Of the Cornish fox like.
Well. that's true what you say. sir
there ain't no sea anywhere like the
sea here, in Cornwall. It breaks, as
you may see 1t. all SO green as emerald.
round the stacks and skerries OF Land's
End and the Lizard. SEQ 1t breaking
yonder sometimes in fine white foam
most as high as a lighthouse. round
they granite peaks. and you wouldn't
and nothing more beautiful, not II Il
At Newlyn. The Channel?-well. what's
the Channel, come to think O. 1t, but a
muddy river, in the manner Of speak
ing, with the Seine and the Avon food
Ing 1t Gil with dirt and -efuse2 The
North Sea- mo, 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. l 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
an a muddier sea you'd wouldn't
want nowheres than that, though It's
me that says II as oughtn't 70 say II,
belying my own home. II / may make
bold to put 1t SO, which Is as tidy
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 1t, for pleasure
Of swimming, in the British Isles. not
till man comes round again to Cath
ness and Sutherland.
Our Joe-him as they calls the fisher
man poet-he says 1t reminds him of Il
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 1 was speak
In of was Noe. She was a Miss Pryce
o London; but through knowing O her
90 intimate like, We always called her
by her given name, Miss Noe. She
was at home with the children, You
see; and my missus was fonder of her
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 a fine built young wom
an, too, was Miss Noe. See her clam
Der up the rocks, you'd say she was
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 writers, as it might be yourself,
sir. Fine outstanding young lady, too,
with a color in her cheek and a spring
In her step, walking free across Null
y moors the same as If they belonged
20 her.
Well, 1t wasn't long before We per-
cedved 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 CON-
pany, as Is the way with parents. a
Amer young couple you'd never set eyes
on. At the end Of fortnight my wife
says to me, 'Tom." says she. ut amt
Mr.. Moore no more with our young
lady: it's plain Alex. this morning His
name being Alexander. 1t was Alex. for
short, as is the new fashion now, though
when was young 1t was all Alic or else
Sandy.
An good thing. too" says l. For
Q young lady like Miss Noe had ought
to marry one as Ia her natural equal"
ssys /; not meaning in birth alone, as
is a thing / don't hold with: nor yet in
money, as there amt no counting upon
but a fine outstanding young lady, to
nv mind deserves TO he married To
0ne young fellow. CIR 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 Oft
the rocks by the cove; and Miss Noe,
abe was ashore sitting high on the
cliff, reading a book or something. But
every now and again my wife sees her
raise her head and look out to sea anx.