The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1897-11-04
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Kitty" he said. with plaintive gesture
of conciliation. You're only jokin'
amt you? l guess / amt half goot
enough for you: but you amt goin' tt
throw me overheard, are you? The
pictur' was grand, and no mistake: an
you looked just like yourself. 1t ain't
the pictur'; it's-it's-"
He broke off short and glanced at the
little circle of gold that sparined the
girls white wrist. With a quick move
ment she drew down the sleeve of her
pink blouse, covering it from sight.
you've good cause for 1t, Jem," she
said. Perhaps you didn't mean all you
said. an l hope you didn't. lad. for
twas no way to speak O. your betters.
Did L ever promise to marry you. or
| anyone else? Can't l take a present
from anyone without bein' spoke to as
if I'd committed murder or robbery or
summat worse? Well?'
81 guess you can do what you like.
itty, he said, sadly; AN nobOdy-leas st
of all me-has no right to say a word
That's good. Maybe, for the futur'
you'll know your place. Good night"
He watched the little figure in pink
hurrying over the sands till it dwindled
and disappeared among the shadows of
the gabled street. and then drew out n
boat to row across the bay. BY and by
there was shout, and he glanced over
his shoulder and alphabetically backed
the oars.
Cant you look where you're going.
you dolt? Do you want to run me
DOWN."
81 guess I'll set you swimmin' If
you're not civil" he said, squaring his
shoulders. "Mebbe you think we've no
blood In our veins because we live
rough, an don't dress fine an amt able
to earn much money. l guess if Won an
me quarrel you'll be the sorriest: so
stand clear! Good nightr'
The young man in the tweed suit
stood up, needless of the heavy pollock
tugging at his line. and started after
the retreating boat.
THE impudent houndr' he blurted
out. Then, as he cleverly PLAYED the
fish. and drew it in, till it lay gasping
under the thwart, he laughed softly,
Another of the girls admirers. | sun
pose," he said.
In the morning Jem and Ted Trew-
lowe came down the village street 70.
gether. Jem carried coil of rope and
pointed iron bar-the stock-in-trade
of his hazardous profession, that of
egg hunter.
The boat was headed for the gray
whits column across the bay, the
Witches Pillar. They scrambled up
the rift in the cliff, and reached the
breezy uplands. The iron bar was driv-
en- deep into the soil, and five minutes
later the figure of man swung high
over the sea, terrifying the birds. and
looming black against the lighter back
ground of the cliff.
Little Trewlowe sat steadying the
swaying rope, his heels firmly wedged
in the holes he had cut to keen them
from slipping. and his black Guilty grip
ped tight between his clanched teeth.
There was frightened look i'm his eyes.
for Jem had seemed so queer and so
little like himself.
Suddenly the rope slackened. and
then grew taut again with fierce Jerk
that started the bar Il full inch and
scared his hands. Then it swayed
Imply against the cliff edge. and q
faint cry from below sent his heart info
his throat.
He peered over the brink with almost
sightless eyes. and called again. The
rope streaked down, slackened and
limp. He fancied he saw dim blurr
of bubbles soaring the smooth surface
of the distant water and his head reel
ed
With trembling fingers he knotted
the rope firmly to the bar, and throwing
off his coat, swung himself over the |
brink
The sun climbed the sky and slid
down lazily behind the Witches Pillar.
decking the sky with gold and the big |
eye of the far-off lighthouse started |
dazzling through the gloom. The boats |
came in one by one.
Long afier the light i'm the west had |
melted into hazy gray, Kitty sat and |
mused in the cottage porch When the
shadows drew in the lighthouse unclos-
ed its ponderous eye and glared at her
FOR moment like some huge beast as
t circle'l round, cleaving tile darkness.
81 think ri just run down an see
Mrs. Trewlowe. dad" she said, shakily,
ooking through the open door. Il
Jems little. cottage, with its screen of
all fuchsias, stood silent and deserted.
rhe frenzied. beat. OF her knuckles on
he dcof echoed back to her mockingly
through the two tiny rooms. >.
A p&nting woman, with a dingy
hawl thrown over her head, met her