The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-07-25
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pol to the Isle Of Man was nearing its
goal The island coastiine broke rugged
~ against the blue OF the July sky. From
Snaefel and Barrule the brightness Of the
day had faded. now only flush OF PINK
Swallowed the purple. Nearer on the bold
promont tories of Banks Howe and Doug
las Head the dying sun Jill the rich green Of
the springy turf and the gold of the cush-
ag, and glorified the vast own of Douglas
crowding upon the crescent bay between
1t was a fine evening. II was a far
scene; fair to the veriest stranger, but
passing fair to one Manx maiden who stood
upon the deck of the King Orry and gaz-
ed upon the unfolding vision with tears OF
welcoming JOY in her eyes. 1t was year
since last she had looked upon it, year
wherein a Brussels pension had toned
down the exuberance OF her happy nature,
vet doubtless. was responsible for her
present easy grace of manner and mien
"Ah, Mr.. Moore" she cried impulsively,
Ibid you ever see. anything 50 beatuu-
fur"
He whom she thus addressed mad trav-
eled far and wide, gone where his fame as
one of the greatest artists of the day had
gone before him; yet at Margery Kaneen's
question a thrill of her innocent enthusi-
asm assailed him. For the moment ne
saw Margerys isle with Margery's eyes,
and he answered No"
Perhaps his gaze scarcely went beyond
the sweet face beside him-the golden hair
which clustered upon the proudly poised
head, the grave. piquante, mouth, the
speedwen blue eyes, the ungioved hand
which held partly open the book she had
been reading.
you have an artists hngers!' he eX-
claimed. almost unconsciously. Five hours
ago he had never seen her; in truth her
very existence was unknown to him. She
had been put on board at Liverpool by
the frau.ein who had accompanied her
from Brussels and had entrusted her TO
the captains care with many kindly in
functions The artist, standing by had
caught her name A few details thus
overheard were sufficient to prove her
TO be the daughter of an old friend hith-
10 forgotten, but whom he now re-
membered to be located at Peel They
had been colleagues fve-and-twenty years
ago at King williams College at Castle
town. both dabblers in art. Since then
he, the great Gilbert Moore, had made the
word ring with his name; his friend ka-
neen-ah! we'll what if he had sunk in
Comparative obscurity? Perhaps mis- had
been the happier life; he had married
young this .oyely girl Of is was his daugh-
ter. And Gilbert Moore sighed.
There were none 20 share in the glory
of that success which had crowned his
name In his eager thirst for fame there
had been no time for love or romance; he
had toiled only for the worlds honor, ana
now the world was at his feet. Yet he
sighed.
Il have taken the gold medal for draw
ing and a certificate for painting" Mar
gerry was saying in a pleased voice.
FEATHER will be so glad He paints beau
tifully. DO you paint better than father2'
she broke Off, with childlike simplicity.
The great r. A. laughed.
You shall be judge OF that when you
GO 10 the academy next year." he said.
Il have never been to the academy,
she answered Il had never been off the
island before 1 went to Brussels
How came your father to send you so
far away?"
"He had a commission to paint some old
Belgian streets. so ne took me with him.
He thought 1t a good opportunity for me
TO learn French"
And have you learnt French?" Moore
queried. smiling.
YES: but 1 don't think it so pretty as
1IaHx.'
DO you know Manx, Miss Kaneen?"
She laughed.
.Oh. yes Should you like TO hear me
speak Manx, Mr.. Moore"
II should IL / could understand you
She uttered few dialect words, but
Mr. Moore shook his head dolefuly
"Oh, see" she broke of 10 eXclaim.
docs not the new hotel on Onchau Point
looked grand in the sunlight? Where are
YOU going 20 stay. Mr.. Moore
AT that same hotel I believe said
Moore. smingly. There was something
very refreshing ia her quick young flights
OF fancy.
You wiz come TO Peel to see US, won't
you?" Margery went on. My mother Is
dead. There is only my father and Hugh
and me"
Moore accepted the invitation with
rallantrv which was lost upon the un-
sophistieate girl; then he added:
"And who is Hugh-your brotherF
"Oh, no; have no brother. Hugh Is
distant cousin. He comes from Ardros-
san. He was left an orphan. and he has
lived with as eight years. lie helps my
father with the farm
Then there was silence. Both were look
ing iandward; Moore IDLY. Margery with
her soul in her eyes.
Along the great sweep OF the promenade
Al was possible now 10 distinguish car
riages and people there fioated the sound
OF music from the shore. Once above the
throbbing OF the steamers engines the
strain came distinct and sweet. IL was
"Then Youu Remember Me"
Moore took a card from his silver case
and penciled some words beneath his
name. "Wnl you give It TO your father
he said. ana took the hand which Mar
gerry frankly extended: Goodbye Miss
Kaneen. I am delighted to have met YOU.
] have some belongings below / must 90
and gather together. Can ] be OF service
20 you landlngY'
mo thank you" was the blithe response.
''my father or Hugh is sure 20 meet me. "
She was quite unconscious he had honor
ed her with (fof HIM unwontcd attention.
and Moore left her with a puzzled smile
playing upon his lips. What a child she
was! Yet what dignity she had! And ahi
how little she seemed in awe OF himself
Il was Hugh who awaited Margery on
The quay Across the Gordon separating
the crowd there from the steamer passen-
gers they exchanged their frat greeting.
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