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

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SzaSS y weakness to be blind
E9ETooo ed by affection to the
SSh faults of those We love.
SHNI(N For my part, make
EeN) 81 no such distinctions.
~. II Even my mother, to
49, me. is first of all an
Individual, and, after that, my
mother"
Pretty Janet Dale gave the speaker
distinctly Disappearing glance.
''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"
The first speaker, Philip Drum
mond, had one of those wildly hand
some faces that would attract atten'
tion in any crowd. 1t was 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..
Armyn Van Dyne was also a hand
some man, but naturally in a more
elderly way, with more rotundity oi
| figure; and the fact that his dark eyes
were set rather close together de,
prived them of that candor of express
| sion which characterized Philips
frank gaze.
.Thank you for saying that, Mr.
Van Dyne," said Janet, to whom the
word ''mother" brought back sad.
sweet memory.
II consent to waive the point" said
Philip carelessiy. "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 an island of the gulf.
They we're now waiting to effect their
entrance through canal dock, anc
the pause was tedious one, with MOI
o ghost of % breeze blowing, and moth
ing to be seen but few gaping by
| standers OF the bank, and the spright
ly fiddler crabs scrambling about il
the mud.
'.If this is foretaste of the Joys tc
come," sighed Janet, "what a happy
fortnight We shall havel"
"Now, my dear child" urged hel
father, "don't make up your mind be
forehand to dislike the place. :"
"You see," said Janet, turning tt
Mr.. Van Dyne, "papa has always rep
resented tho island as a sort of earthly
paradise, and as this is the first time
have ever consented to visit it hefeell
personally responsible"
sit is q jolly sort OF place when yor
get used to it," struck in Phil. ssNoi
very excitinly; but you cap do pretty
much as you please sthere-wear oli
clothes and lie as unconventional-ant
as selfish-af 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 one feel young and
strong, capable of any exertion."
BY this time the tiresome wait wa
ended, and the Tom Jones was pufiu:
and snorting its way between th'
banks of the narrow canal; into tht
| bayou. which presently widened int
a lake. The sky had been CROWNS
darker, and now a sudden squal
arose, with sheets OF rain and wilG
wind. The feminine passengers re
tired to the small and stuffy cabin
where most of them seized the oppor
tunity to become seasick. AS a pre-
cautionary measure the engines were
stopped, the Tom Jones not being 1
craft; suited to stormy waters.
81. trust this will grow no worse,
said Mr.. Van Dyne, uneasily. ''Ar'
you suffering any inconvenience from
the rocking OF the boat, Miss JanetP'
"Mot at all; only Iwish papa would
let ne go outside. 1t is SO close il
here"
Phil appeared just then, with {
beaming smile.
"Such joke!" he exclaimed. "Th'
captain forgot to bring the ancho
along"
"Not really?" said Janet. e
"I don't see much of joke abou
that my boy, especially if the winc
rises any higher"
One of the detected sufferers raiset
q languid head to ask: "Are we in an.
danger?"
i ooh, no." said Phil, struggling t.
open the door. "It's rapidly goin!
! down."
She gave hollow groan. etHe say
we are rapidly going down." sh'
moaned to companion i'll misery.
1.-The wind, not the boat" exclaimet
Phil, and she fell taok with NUT
tered ''Ohp
Presently the squall passed and tn
boat steamed on once more; but a
they had 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 to reach the wharf.
"Must we stay on board all night,
asked Janet.
"Weare going ashore in lugger-
a romantic lugger that will satisfy al
your cravings for the picturesque,
replied Phil, with unfeeling leyity.
"Dorl't be alarmed-it won't las
long," said Mr.. Van Dyne reassur
! ingly.
The passengers embarked upon tn
lugger with murmurs Of, "Dear me
how horr1dl" ''I wouldn't have com
if I'd known this" etc.
Tt was dark, very dark, with onl.