The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1897-10-05

ald cried little; for she had become
very fond of her pretty little room
already.
AT all events" said Matte to her
self, 81 viii get up before daylight to-
morrow morning, and have one good
swim in the surf. ~
She supposed, when she came out
the next day, in her darli-blue bathing-
suit and the coarse straw hat tie
down over her eyes, that she would
have the coast clear. But she was
mistaken. Mr.. McCorlindalo was
padding, like giant purpose, in
suit of scarlet and gray, among the
waves. i had always wanted to learn
to swim, and here was u most eligible
opportunity.
''He don't see me-" said Matte, to
herself, rs sh crept cautiously down
in the shade =, OF the rocks eff h.
did, L suppose lie would issue a pro
clamation tina, the whole seashore be-
longed to him. But / hope there is
room enough for us both in the Allan
tic Ocenn"
And Miss Milfoil struck ont scien-
tifcally, gliding through the waves
like a new variety of fish, with dark
blue scales, and straightway forgot
all about the troublesome old bach
elor.
CTS very strange" sail Mr.. Nc
CorkindGle, revolving around and
around, like steam paddle-wheel.
"A log floats bat I cant seem to
manage it without the help of my
arms and legs. I've always under
stood that swimming was very easy
business, but-Pouf- ah-h-whust-
sh-sh Help! help! Pouf-f-f! I'm
drowning! The undcrtow is carrying
me out, and L can't help myself,
Whush-sh! Oh! all! helpl he-e-e-elp""
And Nlr. ElcCorkindale's voice lost
itselfin n bubbling cry, while the deaf
old fisherman upon the shore went on
whistlin8 and mending his net, and
the solitary individual, who was pick
ing up shells with his back toward the
surf, never dreamed but that the stout
gentleman was diving for his own
amusement.
But Matte Milfoil, clcaving her
way steadily through the waves, per-
ceived in II moment that something
was wrong.
Mrs. Sweetclover tainted away when
they laid the boarder on pile of
blankets on her kitchen floor.
She was one OF those nervous ladies'
who always faint away at the least
provocation.
Bst Matte had all her senses about
her; and, thanks to her courage and
presence of mind, Mr.. McCor.lindale's
life was saved.
what is that rattlinGon the stairs?"
he feebly inquired, as he sat up, the
next day, iii al easy-chair, with n cur
lous sensation, rs if II gigantic humble
bee were buzzing in his head, and
cataracts pouring through his ears.
Its Miss Milfoil's trunk going
away" said Mrs. Sweetcloyer, with u
sniff of regret.
Tell her not to go" said Mr.. Me-
CorkIudale.
"|5irr said Mrs Sweetclover.
''Do you think I'm going TO turn
the woman who saved my life out OF
doors?" puffcl Mr.. McCorkindale.
'But [ thought You objected TO wo-
mem said Matties cheerful voice out
side the door
Eve changed my mind" said Mr..
McCorllindale, with Hutterine aem-
blance of smile. "a man is never
too old to learn. And | mean TO learn
to swim next week, if you will teach
me-"
He did learn. Miss NIilfoil taught
him. And the old bnchelor aud the
old maid spent their month at the sea-
side, to use Mrs. Sweetclover's express
sion, ''Hs quiet rs two lambs. ="
''l declare, " Mr. McCorkindale pen
siyely observed, on the afternoon be-
fore his term was mp, 81 shall be very
lonely after / leave herer
You'll be going back to the city.
You know cheerfully observed Miss
Milfoil.
But shall miss yoar' sail the
bachelor.
"Nonsense" said Matte.
Il wonder if You will miss me?"
said Mr.. McC5rkindale.
well little, owned Miss Mil
foil.
"Did you never think OF MARRYING.
Mattie?" abruptly demanded Mr., Nc.
Corkindale.
Very often. " she answered. calmly.
And how is it that you never have
married?"
Matte laughed.
"Because I never found the right
one, she said.
"Just my reason, exactlvr' said
Mr.. McCorkinlalc. But I think
have found her at last and it's YOU.
Matte"
"Is it?' sail Miss NTlioil. coloring
and smiling.
Don't You think, if You were to
try me, ] might suit you AS hus
band?' he asked, parsuasively.
81 don't know" whispered Matte.
CRY met said Mr.. McCorkindaIe.
taking her hand in his; and she did
not draw il away
How brief n time will sometimes
suffice TO turn the current of life
time! That month Mt Seafoam Lodge
made all the difference i'm the world to
Mr.. and Mrs McCorkindale Satur-
day Night.
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