The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1896-04-21

Moo. Beastly hole; bores one to
DEATH
"But there is such a lot going on
now. Did you not go to any thea
ters?"
Eyes, to every one; music halls,
too; saw everything there was to be
seen. suppose l did enjoy myself,
but have forgotten it."
The girl looked at the man stead
lily for a moment, but he walked
moodily on, unconscious of her gaze.
WHO were those people you wrote
about? Those people you were with
so muoh?"
"Oh, they were Irish. "
Dead silence. The man and the
girl sauntered along the beach, each
intent on his or her own thoughts.
What charming people the Irish
are as rule" said the girl, at
length.
Eyes, awfully jolly, enthusiastic.
ally.
"Were these?'
ooh, yes. They weren t bad"
How many were there, and of
what sort and condition? Do rouse
yourself little and try to be trifle
moro entertaining.
"What shall ! tell you? About the
Irish people l met? Well, there was
father, also mother-awfully fine
old lady she was-and daughter. "
Was the daughter pretty? Irish
girls are lovely, as a rule, think
Their eyes are so beautiful. Had this
girl beautiful eyes?"
"Ye-es, suppose So"
"Was she a nice girl, clever, and
so on? Tell me all about her."
sob, there is nothing to tell" The
girl sauntered on more slowly. She
was little paler than she had been,
but slightly hooking smile played
round the corners of her mouth.
'How pretty those brown sails
look out there" she said presently,
pointing to a little fleet of fishing
boats far out on the glittering sea.
Mark, should like to go out sail
ing"
would you?" he rejoined indif-
ferently.
Eyes. Let us so and have a nice
long day. I will get some provisions
while you get the boat. Snail we
go?"
81 should like it if you would"
Out at sea there was q soft breeze
blowing, a little breeze that made
the hot sun bearable and put new
life and spirits into the two in the
boat. There was something so ex-
hilarating, so free, so invigorating,
in the very feeling of flying along
over the smooth, sparkling waters.
"Shall we have lunch now?"
The girl was leaning back in a
perfect nest of cushions, looking
unspeakably comfortable and very
pretty. Her pink sunshade gave
delicate flush to her cheeks, which
were otherwise pale.
The breeze tapped the wide brim
of her hat and blew her soft hair in
curls about her forehead.
The man looked round from the
sail ropes he had been intent on, and
an involuntary CLEAN of admiration
shone from his eyes.
"You look so comfortable it is a
pity you should move. he said, in
less melodramatio manner than he
had hitherto spoken. II will unpack
the things and hand you all you
want"
my dear boy, could not posi-
bly, eat in this position, and loath as
i am to disturb myself, my spirit
longeth for sustenance. am going
to sit in the bottom of the boat, y
she said. "Will you arrange some
cushions at my back for me?"
Easily and deftly he arranged her
nest. There was something strange
ly fascinating in taking care of this
dainty, graceful maiden.
The girl seemed to divine his feel
ings, for she oolored q little and
reused herself so as to dispense with
his attentions.
'This is awfully fine," said the
man, leaning back, with his hands
clasped behind his head, and looking
first at the girl, then at the sky and
then back at the girl agairl. "This is
splendid. I could go on sailing away
forever. One seems to leave all wor-
ries behind, ana forget all disagree
ables.
IT do not know that should care