The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1896-08-03
BEAUTY.

Pepperidge," said Sir Brooke, "and as
such you must command me-"
well, Sir Brooke said Mr.. Pep
peridge. II think you'll earn your pas
sage. Its going To be Il wet trip; but
if the Flying Scud doesn't show them
all Il clean pair Of heels she'll be in close
alongside the winner. There's some
money up. or course. you know. we've
got to keep our distance, but were
going to make our timc."
Under no better circumstances could
Sir Brooke have opened the little cam
paign he had promised himself; for
when he was not occupied doing sea-
mans duty, he was beside Honoria
with a freedom it might have taken
weeks of more formal acquaintance to
win.
well, you like it?' he said, as a wave
poured over her, the sun struck it,
and she emerged shining in perfect
halo of iridescence.
1.-The next best thing to being a wave
YOURSELF" she said. And there was
something as splendid as the sea and
wind and sunshine in the girls intre-
pidity. Az FOR Mrs. Pepperidge, she
had her husband, and was more at
home at sea than on shore: and a GER
tain chivalric feeling for the girl as
serted itself in him. to be as instantly
crushed by her very evident power of
taking care of herself.
The wind freshened. They almost
forgot about the other yachts in the
delight of their own sailing as. beating
up to windward. they mounted and
scared like bubble on the great waves
that hammered the bows and broke be-
meath the keel, as they dipped into
green hollows and the crests powdered
over them, as they forged on with the
lee rail under water and lay fiat along
the windward rail to trim the boat, and
saw the huge wave towering over
them STOPPING and lifting them in It's
grasp, and now felt like straw lost
in the power and play of the elements,
and now challenged them with gay de-
fiance: on one side. the sea a waste of
weltering gray and white waters. and
on the other a stretch of tumbling sap
phire and Silver-some sense of danger
and some pride of daring and overcom-
ing. the tonic of the strong air, and 4
keen exhilaration, making their spirits
rise and race with the boat and the bill
lows. And then they lifted their heads
and lost themselves as the three beau
ties before them swept around the
stake boat, and with the breaking of
the thread Out-swelled the SpinnakerS
in vast Opaline clouds that took rosy
tint. sweeping on and up like gigantic
mOth-like creatures of some other at
M hap Irnnnnl a hero
with widespread wings. And at the
instant every valve of every whistle i'm
the boat waiting ON their coming
sprang open. and n chorus of hoarse
and of shrill blasts scattered the air.
"Hark!" cried Honoria. Listen
Laura! Do you hear it? 1t is the hunt
music in Tristan"
by Jove. so it isl" said Sir Brooke.
as the wonderful chorus rose and fell
and rose again. And quite on the scale
of the occasion. All. here we so our
selves" And rounding the s.ake-boat
in their turn, their own spinnaker
caught the wind, and they followed full
breasted as a mighty swan.
1--WE shall make it," said Mr.. Pep
peridge. THAT settles it. There's moth
| wind" And they rushed along with
the wind blowing rainbows out of the
water and the following sea seething
and Kissing behind them in vast sweet
resonance.
"Oh." cried Honoria, glittering and
streaming with the spray, II wouldn't
have missed it for a year of my life!
The great sea balloon. The rush of it!
The music of the tremendous murmur!'
you should be daughter of the
Vikings" said Sir Brooke.
Il suppose it isn't a great way from
the Viking to the Puritan. An then
throw in little of the Dutch, h,who were
born. like the halcyon, in a nest of
water. and there you have it,"
".And while you are looking up your
sea people remember some gold-haired
Venetian grandmother or other said
Sir Brooke. looking at the bright and
dripping braids.
Does the prov of the gondola strike on
the stair?
Do the voices and intruments pause and
prepare?
I am passing-rrcme-but l stay not for
you,
Preme-not for yOu!'
sang Honora.
perhaps. sometime" he said, with
sudden daring which she knew she
had brought upon herself by her song,
81 may hear you sing the rest of it.
Il am coming-sciar-and for you and to
you,
Sciar-and to you!'
Honora hestitated. an angry word on
her tongue. a thought of Chauncey and
of his right to resent this flashing into
her eyes. Still here was a man. the
owner of all those fine titles and places
that Mrs. bennett Dennett had limited
about the possible and probable heir to
q dukedom. too. She might say: "Not
this morning-some other morning.:
she might say: KINDLY wait till ] do"
and descend into a vulgarity matching
his impertinence. She did the best
thing possible: she said nothing. and
looked directly before here. And Sir
Brooke Beltanley thought he had never
seen so radiant Il beauty as hers was i'm
the virgin flush of her Indignation, the
blue of the skies and the seas mirrored
in her great topaz eyes till they flashed
with a green splendor. And then the
necessity OF putting himself right with
her made his heart beat more than any
punging into any hollow of the sea, or
swelling Of spinnakers. or unison of
steam whistles making Wagnerian inu-
sic. had done.
II forgot myself he said. "YOu are
enough to make a wiser man do SO. And
as for you, come" he said: you must
forgive a moments presumption that
borrowed some oc the freedom of all this