The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1896-06-23

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>1T~ faults of those we love.
fTH&A For my part, make
EeH Ia no such distinctions.
W. " Even my mother, to
~ me, is first of all an
individual, and, after that, my
mother"
Pretty janet Dale gave the speaker
distinctly disappearing glance.
mo, no, Phil, returned his uncle,
1ndulgently reproving in that mellow
voice which was one of his charms :;
first of all she is your mother, and
after that an individual"
The first speaker, Philip Drum.
moud, had one of those wildly hand
some faces that would attract atten.
tion i'll any crowd. 1t was so eager,
so young-and his character, too, had
all the sharply defined angles of youth.
lie brlstlcd with theories and opinions.
There was strong family resemblance
between himself and his uncle. Mr..
Armyn Van Dyne was also hand
some man, but naturally in n more
elderly way, with moro rotunditv of
figure; and the fact that his dark eyes
were set rather close together de-
sion which characterized Philips
frank gaze.
Thank you for saying that, Mr..
Van Dyne," said jane, to whom the
word "mother" brought back sud,
sweet memory.
II consent to waive the point, :" said
Philip carelessly. "It's too hot, any
how, to be Grgumcntative, he added,
rs Ne famed himself with his straw
lat.
The conversation took place on
board the Tom Jones, dingy little
steamboat that piled between South
orn city and IA island of the gulf.
They were nov waiting to effect their
entrance through canal dock, and
the pause was n tedious one, with not
ghost, of n breeze blowing, and moth
ing to be seen but few gaping by
ISLANDERS on the bank, and the spright-
Iy fiddler crabs scrambling about in
the mud.
''If 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 yonr mind be-
forehund to dislike the place"
"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.
at is jolly sort Of place when you
get used to it," struck in Phil. "Not
very exciting; but You can do pretty
much as You please there-wcar old
clothes and be rs unconventional and
rs sellish-ns you like"
THAT is not my idea of bliss" re-
torted janet"
Whatever else tho place lacks"
said Mr.. Van Dync, "the mir is deli
ciou'. 1T makes ono feel young and
strong, capable of any exerIion."
By this time the tiresome wait was
ended, and the Tom Jones was puninp
and snorting its way between the
banks of the narrow canal into the
bayou, which presently wideucd into
n lake. Fhe sky had been growing
darker, aud now sudden equall
nrose, with sheets OF rain and wild
wind. The feminine passengers re.
tired TO the small md stuffy cabin,
where most of them seized the oppor-
tunlty to become seasick. As pre-
cautionary measure tho engines were
stopped, the Tom Jones not being n
craft suited to stormy waters.
81 trust this will grow no worse,
said Mr.. Van Dyne, uueasily. "Are
YOU suffering any Inconvenience from
the rocking OF the boat. Miss Janet ?"
''Not 30 all only wish papa would
Jet me 20 outside. II is 80 close in
here.
Phil appeared just then, with
beaming smile.
''Such jokel' he exclaimed. "The
captain forgot to bring tho anchor
along"
'Not really ?" said Janet
'I don't see much oil q joke about
r., That my hoy, especially if tho wind
Cr any higher"
9 ono Of the detected sufferers raised
N nuguid head to ask ARE we in any
Z duI.org'
'Oh, no, said Phil, struggling to
open tho door. 'It's rapidly going
Noau."
he gave % hollow eroan. "do says
Nfn rapidly gong down, fhc
mnano1 90 "a companion i'm misery.
The wind, not the boat, exclaimed
lhi.. aul She fell lack with n nut.
trre "Ohl"
Irocnty the sluoil passed md The
boat steamed ON once more; but ms
they ut been delayed it was dusk
5."re they approached The island
Then the painful news was circulated
i'nt the tide was too low for the Tom
Jones To- reach the wharf
Nust wo stay on board oil night.
.kcd Janet.
'"arc going ashore in n IuSger
r"muuc lugger that will satisfy oil
your craving for the picturesque"
'rpIed fhu, with nm ceiling legity.
Don't be alarmed--il Won't last