The true Democrat. [volume] (Bayou Sara [La.]) 1892-1928, 1897-11-06

"No, he was crazy to think Of it
| suppose he will try his best tx
drown me, too, before the next two
weeks are OVER" Sally spoke languidl,
fro'" thes-Rangor chair where she
swung on the west piazza. ''------
"Sally Belmont! Don't say sucl
awful things, it is tempting Provi
dence!" rejoined her mother, reprov
ingly, as she adjusted the field glasse.
and swept the western stretch O.
Penobscot Bay. "Ah, here comes the
steamer now," she said suddenly
sighting dark speck piercing the
mlsts between them and the Camden
Hills. Sallie remained impassive.
Her mother glanced at her keenly.
"You will go down to meet him, OF
course? Why, Sallie, you haven't
even put on a pretty dress! What q
queer grip
Sallie glanced down at her plain
yachting rig carelessly. eyes, I sup
pose I shall co." she said YEARLY.
"This is such gossip box. But there
is plenty Of time"
Mrs. Belmont looked doubtfully at
her daughter for moment, then
sighed and won't into the house. She
could not understand these moods OF
all. She had not acted like this when
she had been girl-and engaged
Sallie remained in the Bangor chair
idly swinging herself by the edge of a
rustic table to which her fingers chung.
Her eyes strayed restlessly over the
scene spread before the broad piazza
the fog rolling heaving in from the
east, almost hiding the opposite shore
OF the narrow Reach; the lighthouse,
the vague outlines Of Cape Roster to
the west, and misty purple blue
where she knew were the Camden
Hills beyond. Then they rested ques-
tioningly on the dark speck which had
drawn nearer now.
Was there ever another girl who felt
like this? she wondered. She felt no
Joy, no anticipation, no futter of ex-
element. And yet she had not seen
Thacher for three whole months. In
deed, her keenest feeling was one of
resentment at this intrusion upon the
quiet and solitariness of her retreat,
Yet she knew that the other girls on
this desert Mans Land, as
they ruefully termed it,-were at this
moment gathering eagerly on the slip
to see whom the steamer might bring,
and were envying her the personal
property destined for Sunnycroft
Cottage. Sally sighed YEARLY; and
frownedsat the black spot now assum-
ing more definite shape. This was
what it was to be engaged at summer
resort.
The steamer rounded the point and
came slowly up to the landing, as Sally
sauntered out upon the slip with the
eyes OF the assembled cottagers upon
her. The fog rolling in made the
faces indistinct, but it seemed evident
that Thacher was not among the arri-
walls. The steamer moved slowly away
again; Thacher had certainly not come.
Yet it was with no other feeling than
throb of resentment at being thus
needlessly drawn from the comfort of
her piazza that Sally turned upon her
heel and proceeded to the postoffice to
await the distribution of the mail.
But as she thought more of the mat
ter, it did seem very queer that
Thacher had not come. She wondered
why,as she waited for the letter which
she felt sure would tell her, and when
at last it was handed to her in his
familiar writing, she thrust it sullenly
into her pocket and went out.
"Fog's sittin' mighty thick, Miss
Sally" said old Cap'n Winters, while
she stood celebrating as to where she
should go next. Hope your young
man amt comm in sailboat after all.
I cal'late no stranger ought to pilot a
boat round these lodges with first
class Bar Harbor fog on, And that's
what it is, sure enough"
"Oh, l think Mr.. Manning will