New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1897-04-18
TWO WOMEN, A BOY
AND SOME HORSES
BY MARIA LOUISE POOL.
RATHER EXCITING.

heard at our left also the ocean, behind us the
ocean and a tiny neck OF land; in front of us the
ocean in the form of Provincetown Harbor; and
Tower Hill lay between us and the town. The
stern signal no longer flying. The sky did
not look as if IT could ever s;Orm.
As we walked. little Sarah Ramsey leading the
way we heard loud voice somewhere in space.
There wind and the tide was OUT
huinan voice might carry great distance just
now.
We involuntarily paused. Sarah stopped her
sobbng.
Il heard that noise before" she said
Yes. IT was mans voice, and 1t was so near
that We could even hear the words:
Il would not take your hand-no. not for ten
thousand wor-r-rldsl ! scor-r-n you and yours
= he world is wide. an q. ; is good. 60 hence.
will never set eyes on you again-never!
never.'
We stood quite spellbound Sarah's under Jaw
dropped in the intensity of her attention.
She pushed back a little nearer to Amabel.
There were bushes enough to conceal great
many men. Further away the sand dunes rose
hisher-but this speaker was nearer than the
d1res.
Ii was a moment before we moved on. Amabel
and scrupulousy refrained from glancing at
each other Could that be Thomas j. Riddle re-
citing his part? Hadn't his Aunt Eunice mer-
toned that the remote wilds of Cape Cod would
be a good place in which to recite his part? And
was that the way he said "scorn you and yours
/ had an indefinite feeling Of disappointment
which was perhaps the reason why RETAINED
from looking at Amabel.
IL heard that noise last night" said the child
as we went on. do you s'pose tits man."
But no one replied to her. She led us to the
To- tN1 h,,rr cd
across the floor to a large wheeled chair which
stood at a window. She flung herself forward,
crying out:
ooh Mar, they've lost IT,"
Then she began to sob again.
We followed. The woman in the chair turned
TO look at U.S. She had some knitting in her lap,
a mans coarse blue SOCK She dropped it as she
saw us.
Good mornin'," she said. Won't you Sc
down? Sarah. can't you pull some chairs for
'ard?"
But Sarah evidently could not. We helped
ourselves.
This woman was one Of those you occasionally
meet In ew-England. refined. so gentle that
they even make the dialect they use a sort Of
winning power. She looked like her sister Ma
hala with that curious difference that marks
fine grained texture Her voice was neither high
nor nasal but mellow. as If the dampness Of the
air had softened 1t.
Amabel FASTENED to make confession. When
she had made an end the woman smiled and said
she guessed she shouldn't blame us none; and
longs Sarah hadn't ever seen the cat. she
wouldn't mourn much.
She had taken up her knitting and her needles
flashed as she worked. III answer to our ques-
tons she said that of course she got kinder
hut here
from her winder.
In response to our looks Of SURPRISE she
smiled and explained that there was the hens
pickin' round; n she didn't spose folks who
hadn't watched 'em knew how interestn twas
10 see the bayb'ry bushes n the beach plums,
m the golden-rOd come for'ards In the spring.
She lest about counted every leaf
81 d'knoIv but l see when the sap starts to
runnin' up into the branches. tell you what
it's" with pleasant laugh. me n all these
bushes m things. n bits of beach grass are
lest as intimate S can be. I can't bear to have
any of that baybry broken off. Sometimes
bows come down here n they go hustling
through the bushes, n then I'll miss stalk
here n there; m it seems s If IT hurt EN- to be
broke off 1 d'know why plants shouldn't
have their feelln's. do you? / always keep
few bayb'ry leaves by mel don't spose 1t hurts
to take off few leaves-'n' the smell OF 'em is
Jest delightful. See If you don't like It"
She gathered up some leaves from little
stand that stood close by her and extended
them in the palm Of her hand They gave forth
a fragrant, wholesome odor
81 always did love bayb'ry when I was to
home. not so big as Sarah here; 1 used to love
20 set right down in bayb'ry thcket n rub the
leaves up against my face NJ every fall
oil tha /
find. m we made them taller. I remember
got SO many one fall that the taller sold for s.
much had new pair OF shoes-copper toes"
She paused in her wild garrulity and glanced
through the window.
Il never could feel quite so near to beach
plums somehow nor bayberries. either. though
/ do love EN- both"
Then she looked back at US. BE you come
TO make much of stop down here?"
Yes. if we liked IT we might stay all summer
"Oh, l guess you'll like 1t. fast enough.
wouldn't live anywhere else for money. If I
couldn't look out n see this great stretch Of
sand n bushes d'know what / should do. I
amt ben no ways partial to that standppe. 1t
kind Of hinders my view over the sand In that
direction. But s'pose shll git reconcled TO
II some time. We do git reconciled to most
things-thank the Lord for that! / hope you
appreciate your blessin' in being able to walk"
AS she glanced at us inquiringly we both said
in unison that we hoped we did.
II spose you think you do, but you don't
know nothn bout 1t till you legs fail you. m
are Jest likely to break not"
"Oh! exclaimed Amabel. softly.
Sometimes seems s II my Jest settin' here d
break 'em. Pedro says I break bone
easier n he en- break a pipe stem But land
that amt so no more n nothin! That's ex-
agger1tion. that Is You know some people
can't help exaggeratin'."
She spoke this last word with hard each
time. and she said 1t with touching air OF pride
In her ability to use long word.
PEDRO likes to make things large as they