The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1897-03-06
CHAPTER II.
TIE COT SINS.

built their box-like cabins Oh the bold
bluff rising from this dangerous coast,
and wrested from its waters their har-
vests Of cod and pollock.
For two centuries this place had an
unerentful, unprogressive existence,
hHt lately the hand OF improvement has
touched it, and under the undermining
Influence, it is gradually tending to-
wards the realization of that much
abused thing, a summer resort.
80 the world in general. it is still COM
Daratively unknown, but to those for
aunate enough to have spent d summer
beneath the inspiration of its Iife-giving
air, its charming, unconventional fea-
Iares afford theme fer never ending
praise.
Margaret CHANGED to hear OF this odd
bit Of creation, and longing for some
thing out OF the ordinary run, decided
IN Try its unconventional freedom, not
withstanding the season and Miss Hill
toms advice. She had not been very we'll
during the winter, and the doctor, dis
covering a general breaking down, had
prescribed change OF scene and air as
the most effective medicine.
s11ld very gladly availed herself of this
opportunity to escape for time the I'M
pleasant notoriety which her late in:
heritance had given her, and the more
than friendly overtures of polite
Gornclias, with ambitious, matrimonial
hopes for their respective jewels.
She did not realize Miss Hiton's fear
by regretting her selection Of S'conset
She found it both novel and delightful.
Its unique features amply atoned for
its dullness, and with much to fill her
days she could not complain OF mo-
n0t0ny.
There were pleasant walks along we'll
Kept roads or across the moors, whose
sweiiing fluctuations o. rich coloring
we're scarcely less impressive than the
ocean itself. OF the sea she could never
fire. Whatever its mood, the broad ex-
panse of lonely waters appealed to her
with q fascination which only its lovers
understand.
The Old houses, many Of watch had
heard the storms OF two centuries and
gave ample evidence of the fact, con-
tributed another element OF variety
How many delightful hours she had
spent in their coy interiors climbing
shaky ladders doing duty for steps, to
bump her head against the raftcrs of
funny little attics, hunting out the bits
OF furniture which looked so ridiculously
large in comparison with the rooms they
occupied, or sitting in the tall, spindle
legged chairs before the broad Fireplace
watching the burning logs and listening
tn tales of danger and adventure upon
Che sea.
She loved nothing better than to pore
over the log books and follow in imagi-
nation the whaling expeditions Of other
and more prosperous days.
and the old captains, in whose odd
ways and quaint sayings she took such
amused interest, were always happy to
spin their yarns for such appreciatlve
cars.
Thus she speedily grew in public ia
vor. She helped Aunt Maria to make
bread and bake beans, and ate her full
share OF them afterward. She delighted
old Captain Baxter by pretending to be-
sjeve his unreasonable tales, and she
produced such an impression en- Captain
Morris that he calamity and I'M
hlushinsly declared she was the kind of
girl he liked.
She WAS really and thoroughly enjoy
ing hersc I. Yet, notwithstanding, Nj s
Hilton, VIII s. preconccived notion
wele not to tic removed, cut:nued to
write d leful letters, in which sympathy
sor Margaret in her supposed dreary
surroundings was largely PREDOMINANT.
Realizing one OF these commiseratng
mites on the beach one afternoon, Mar
s;arot could not refrain from smiling as
she compared her actual surroundings
with those pictured by the writer.
The day was exceptionally, fine, clear,
and warm, the bright sun and soft winds
seeming to hold the promise of early
summon The sea, so often wild up( n
Chs danse,Ols coGs, wa; unusually
calm, and the waves rolled in with Ian
guild rhythmic I'm son, q qutver.ny sweep
OF blue waters, breaking into q cIri OF
foam upon the high. broad beach
From the bold bluff looking out upon
Che restless ocean to the wave-washed
horizon rose the little village, a marvel
of quaint, picturesque b'auty, with its
much shinSled cottages of curious de.
sign anl still more curious architecture.
Beyond lay broad expanse Of moor
rising into range o. low-lying hills
ANS! further still the distant sparkle OF
The sea Over all cloud!ess S 'consat
sky, and the promise of a glorious sum
set. Lying OF full length on the beach
Margaret enjoyed the calm serenity Of
the scene about her.
But she wa not left long in undis
farbed Quier. The current OF hel
Thoughts, YVES rather rudely diverted
from Miss Hilton and her letter to the
spectacle of her hat sailing gracefully
slp the beach under the impulse OF {
gust raised for the occasion.
With an exclamation more foroible
sEan elegant, she sprany to her feet enc
FASTENED in pursuit, until she was
brought to breatkess standstill by {
EHly audible Hello"
And the next second head, followed
Immediately by the body OF a youns
n,an, made itself visible from behint
enc Of tho numerous doros lining tn,
beach.
~Oh," cried Margaret. somewhat star