Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1896-06-03

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rs - UT it is o proof of
SSAS y Weakness to be blind
he Hoea ed by affection to the
(Sn faults of those We love.
SHHSlS For my part, I make
( IhN H no such distinctions.
n.y.. E Even my mother, to
&A ME. is first of all an
Individual, and. after that, my
mother"
Pretty Janet Dale gave the speaker
distinctly Disappearing glance.
i.No, no, Phil returned his uncle,
indulgently reproying in that mellow
voice which was one of his charms; |;
s.6rst of oil she is your mother, and
after that an individual.
Tho first speaker, Philip Drum
mond, had one of those vividly hand
sorae faces that would attract atten-
tioa IN any crowd. 1t wss so eager,
so young-and his character, too, had
all the sharply defined angles of youth.
He bristled with theories and opinions.
There was strong family resemblance
between himself and his uncle. Mr..
Arrayn Van Dyne was also a hand
some man, but naturally in a more
elderly way, with more rosundity OF
figure; and the fact that his dark eyes
were set rather close together de-
prived them of that candor of expires.
sion which characterized Philips
frark gaze.
"Thank you for saying that, Mr..
Van Dyne," said Janet, to whom the
worl 'smother" brought back q sad,
sweet memory.
II consent to waive the point" said
Philip carelessly. "It's too hot. any
how, to be argumentative," he added,
as he famed himself with his straw
hat.
The conversation took place on
board the Tom Jones, dingy little
steamboat that piled between aSouth-
ern city and On island of the gulf.
They were now waiting to effect their
entrance through canal dock, and
the pause was tedious one, with not
q ghost of breeze blowing, and moth
ing to be seen but few gaping by
ISLANDERS on the bank, and the spright-
| ly fiddler crabs scrambling about in
the mud.
. sIf this is foretaste of the Joys to
come" sighed Janet, "what happy
fortnight we shall have!"
"Now, my dear child" urged her
father, "don't make up your mind be-
forehand to dislike the place"
s'You. see," said Janet, turning to
Mr.. Van Dyne. "papa has always rep
resented the island as sort of earthly
paradise, and as this is the first time
have ever consented to visit it he feels
personally responsible. "
sit is o jolly sort OF place when you
get usett to ii, !" struek in Phil. "Not
very exciting : nut .You can do pretty
much al yoh please there wear old
clothes and be as unt,onve ventio.nal land
as selfish-as you like"
"That is not my idea of bliss" re-
torted Janet
whatever else The place lacks, -
said Mr.. Van Dyne, "the air is deli
cious. 1t makes ono feel young and
strong, capable of any exertion."
BY this time the tiresome wait was
ended, and the Tom Jones was putting
and snorting its way between the
banks of the narrow canal; into the
bayou, which presently widened into
a lake. The sky had been growing
darker, and now sudden. squall
arose, with sheets Of rain and wild
wind. The feminine passengers re-
tired 10 the small and stuffy cabin,
where most Of them seized the oppor-
tunity to become seasick. As pre-
cautioaary measure the engines were
stopped, the Tom Jones not being q
craft suited to stormy waters.
sI trust this will grow no worse,
said Mr.. Van Dyne, uneasily. "Are
you suffering any inconvenience from
the rocking of the boat. Miss Janet?"
s'Not al all; only I wish papa would
let me go outside. 1t is 30 close in
here"
Phil appeared just then, with q
beamipg smile.
"Sueh e ioke!" he exclaimed. ''The
captain forgot to bring the anchor
along"
stNot really?" said Janet. =
''I don't see much of 8 joke about
that my boy, especially if the wind
rises any higher"
One Of the detected sufferers raised
languid head to ask: "Are we in any
dsnger?"
/ ooh, NC" said Phil, struggling to
open tie door. "It's rapidly going
down."
She gave a hollow groan. "He says
we are rapidly going down." she
moaned to companion in misery.
"The wind, not the boat, " exclaimed
Phil, ard she fell tack with NUT.
tered "oh"
Presently the squall passed and the
boat steamed on once more; but al
they hal been delayed, it was dusl
before they approached the island
Then the painful news was circulated
that the tide was too low for the Tom
Jones te, reach the wharf.
"Must we stay on board all night,
asked Janet.
"We sre going ashore in lugger-
romantic lugger that will satisfy oil
your cravings for the picturesque,
replied Phil, with unfeeling levity.
"Don;t be alarmed--it won't las
long" said Mr.. Van Dyne reassur
ingly.
The passengers embarked upon th'
lugger with murmurs Of, "Dear me
how horcld!' 81 wouldn't have com,
if rd known this" etc.
1t was dark, very dark, with only