The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1898-08-06

somewhat like Winnie Cacrlypn, I think
"a girl couldn't find q better man or
drawer officer than Martyr. Let me see"
Some sudden Thought seemed to strike
the Captain of the East %Indianlan Chit
toor. With Il very sober face he laid his
pipe aside, rose, and surveyed himself in
the nearest mirror for a heightened space
of time, until.a grim smile replaced the
earnest gaze. He shook his head at his
own reflection, turned away, and left the
room.
stephen Tredennick, my lad said he,
smiling in the same cynical amused fash
ion us he went, you've been dreaming
dreaming in your chair, my lad. Youh had
better wake up now, and turn into your
berth properly"
1890 CHAPTER III.
The cold. lsadcn-hued dawn of the wild
March morning was just breaking over
the stormy sen, where the dark, lowering
horizon blended in mist with the level
waste, the dismal gray of the tossing an
cry waters; the gloom of dreary saneness
relieved only by the deadly whiteness of
the fierce breakers frothing and surging
around the buried forms of the dark rock
Titans, whose cruel ministers they were,
wreathing their stony brows, their MUIR
derous, i%ron-nailed arms, with the trophies
of their pitiless Misunderstanding lengths
of cleaning sea-weeds, shell, encrusted,
torn from ocean homes afar, leaves and
grasses Of other lands helplessly drifted
out to sea. wreaths of crushed blossoms
which had bloomed scores of miles away
from that barren headlund and its wild
shore. Alas! there had been more pre-
cious gifts given by the fierce white crest
cd waves to the cruel jaws and pitiless
rending of those black, jagged, shining
rocks lying in the lap of their ocean mis-
tress. Many n fair human grown, u brave
young forest tree, n tender vine, a frail
sweet rose, had been the doomed blossoms
OF the fatal wrcaths for the adjoining of
the Black Reef of Tregarthen Head.
There is not a worse spot. with the
wind inshore, between this and the Good
wins" and Captain Tredennick, shutting
up his glass as he spoke, after Il brief sur
vey of thec coast line, buttoued his thick
pea-lacket closer and turned towards Ire
garthen Head.
He had been up and out with the first
rays of light, quitting the house by a
singly-barred entrance, which fastened
with a spring lock and could be opened
only from the inside.
Still, it should have been made safe
with the drop bolt" said the Captain as
he passed through; 'lubherly work that,
to leave a door unfastencd all night in such
q gale"
For no one of course was awake or stir
ring at this hour save himself. The shut
tered windows, the drawn blinds, and
smokeless chimneys proclaimed the fact
from the outside, If there had been any
doubts in his mind.
The gale had not exhausted itself yet,
and ragged on almost as wildly as on the
previous night, whilst the ungry-looking
coppery-hued masses of cloud out on the
murky western horizon, streaming up
athwart the wild-gray sky in wisp-like
storm-driven wrcaths, gave dreary assur-
ance of its continuance; and bitterly cold
and raw struck the damp March morning
air even to the sailor's hardy lungs and
weather beaten face, US he quilted the
shelter of the wooded grounds of Rose
worthy for the bleak exposed cliff-road.
He had taken but n few PAGES in this di-
rection when he came to u dead stop, gaz-
ing ahead; and even for a moment his hand
mechanically fumblcd with his glass-as
ii his keen eyesight could have deceived
him! For it needed no telescope to dis
Germ plainly and recognize the slight dark
figure standing in a sheltered turn of the
road.
"Neptune!' exclaimed Captain Treden-
nick in his amazement, with n soft whistle
there is the little mermaid!'
The little dark figure turned hastily at
the sound of advancing footsteps, and the
shy quick flush mounted to her face as
Captain Tredennick came up smiling.
"Pon my word, you are early abroad,
Miss Winnie Caerlyon!" he laughed. "Are
you come out to taste the salt spray? 1t
blows right in ones face up from tho
rocks"
mo, sir" she said, turning her small
pale face, looking quite wan and childlike
in the cold gray morning light, towards
the storm-beaten headlaud; II am going
home-1 must be home by seven o'clock"
Going homer he repeated, remonstrat-
tngly. Surely you will wait to break
inst with us-or have you breakfasted al
ready"
"Oh, no!' said she, hnrricdly, and blush
ing agnin at the avowal. ~ don't mind
in the least-I always go home carly when
I stay at Rosewortlly for the night, unless
Madam has asked me to stay; father and
mamma and all of them expect me-" She
drew the faded WOODEN shawl over her
thin cloth jacket, and shivered violently
us the keen sea breeze blew her app
about. The morning is very cold, IS it
not, sir9" She said, trying to keep herteeth
from chattering, while her very lips grew
psnched and blue. II ran off without let
ting Mrs. Grose know-she would have in.
sisted on keeping me until she had some
breakfast ready"
My dear child" said Captain Treden-
nick, feeling quite fatherly in his earnest
ness, you should not nave come out this
bleak morning fasting-after the wettins
and fatigue of last night. too. Pray come
back to the house, and we will hurry the
servants up to get you Il cup of coffee at
least"
'oh, dear. no sir-thank you,'' returned
Winnie, with gravcly-nstonisheu rebuke
At his dreaming of such n proposal to her;
y Shall be home soon. l shall run very
fast down the slope beyond the Head.
~Good-morning, Captain Tredennick."
She stretched out her little hand in its
poor little knitted woolen-glovc; and Cap
ain T'redennick, feeling himself n grand
father at least, took it and drew it safely
within his arm.
"If you are going to run, / shall run,
too" said he, smiling protcctingly, until
! see You I'll safe in at your fathers
door,
But Winnie co!ored deeply, looked
frightened, a%pologized, and refused.
We'll, you will allow me to walk beside
you as far as Tregarthen Head, if you will
not accept my arm, Miss Cacrlyon?" re-
questee Captain Tredcnnick, feeling rath-
er mortified. and feeling less like Winnie's
grandfather than the sailor in the pres
ence OF another sailors daughter, which
he had considered himself the evening be-
fore-and a sailors daughter who had re-
pulsed his proffered kindness very decid-
eddy.
"A strange, distant, shy little thing he
said, mentally. And then he looked again
at the small, earnest features, the anxious,
lined brow. the gentle, pleading look in
the dark, deep-set eyes, the little, frail
womanly figure looking so lonely and for