The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1896-07-31
Copyright. 1890, by the BacheIIer Syndicate

Slr BrOOhe nave Optlleu the llttle chlfl-
paign he had promised himself; for
when he was not occupied doing sea-
mans duty, he was beside Honoria with
a freedom il might have taken wees nc
more formal acquaintance 10 win.
"Well, you like it?' he said, as awaye
polsed over her, the sun struck il, and
she emerged shining in perfect halo
of irdescence.
''The next best thing TO being a wave
yourselfl" she said And there was
something as splendid as the sea and
wind and sunshine in the girls intre-
pidity. AS for Mrs. Pepperidge, she
had her husband, and was more at homo
at sea than on shore, and a certain
chivnlric feeling for the girl asserted
itself in him, TO be rs instantly crushed
by her very evident power of taking
care of herself.
The wind freshened. They almost
forgot about the other yachts in tlia
Caelight of their own sailing as, beating
mp 20 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
its grasp and now felt like straw lost
in the power and play of the elements,
end now challenged them with gay de-
fiance; on one side, the sea a waste Of
weltering gray and white waters, and
on the other 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 a
Feen 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 beauties
before them swept round the stake
boat, and with the breaking of the
Mread out-swelled the spinnakers in
vast opaline clouds that took rosy
tint, sweeping on and up like gigantic
noth-like creatures of some other at
mosphere dropped on the waters here
with widespread wings. And at the
instant every valve of every whistle il
the boat waiting on their coming
sprang open, and chorus of hoarss
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 il isl" said Sir Brooke
Us the wonderful chorus rose and fell
and rose again. "And quite on the scale
of the occasion. All, here we go our
selves!" And rounding the stake-boai
In their turn, their own spinnakei
caught the wind, and they followed full.
breasted as a mighty swan.
"We shall make it," said Mr.. Pep
perdge. "This settles IL. There's moth.
irg beats the Flying Scud before the
wind!" And they rushed along with
the wind blowing rainhows out Of the
water and the following sea seething
and kissing behind them in a vast sweet
resonance.
"Oh!" cried Honoria, glittering and
streaming with the spray, II wouldn't
have missed il for year of my life! The
great sea balloon! The rush of it! The
music of the tremendous murmur!"
"You should be a daughter of the
Vikings" said Sir Brooke.
81 suppose 1t isn't great way from
the Viking to the Puritan. And then
throw in little of the Dutch, who were
born. like the halcyon, in 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 Mt the bright and
dripping braids.
Does the prov OF the gondola strike on
the stair?
DO the voices and instruments pause and
prepare?
Oh. they faint on the car as the lamp on
the view,
I am passing-preme-but stay not for
you,
Preme- not for you'll"
sang Honoria.
perhaps, sometime" he said, with
4 sudden daring which che knew she
had brought upon herself by her song,
Il may hear you sing the rest of it.
II am coming-sciar-and for you and to
you,
sciar-and to your
her tongue, n thought of Chauncey and
of his right TO resent this flashing into
her eyes. Still here was man, the own
er of all those fine titles and places that
Mrs. bennett bennett had limited about,
the possible and probable heir to
dukedom, too. She might say: mot
this morning-some other morning."
she might say: Kindly wait till do"
and descend into u yulgarity matching
his impertinence. She did the best
thing possible; she said nothing, and
looked directly before her. And Sir
Brooke Beltanley thought he had never
seen SO radiant a beauty as hers was in
the virgin flush of her Indignation, the
blue of the skies and the seas mirrored
in her great topaz eyes till they flashed
with green splendor, And then the
necessity of putting himself right with
her made his henrt beat more than any
plunging into any hollow of the sea, or
swelling Of spinnalSers, or unison OF
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