The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1898-02-04

Why Donald Hayes should have built
his house so near the water, that the
line of drift left by the high tide was
tangled in his little picket fence, was a
mystery to the Seaport.
Il should think, Don, you'd have
enough of that ocean week days, with
out a-settin and a-lookin' at it Sundays,
too" demonstrated more than one
friend. ''Ain't you tired of SEEM the
sea, just layin' there? If you was up
here in town you could see the streets
and folks comm and goin'"
''Folks!'' said Donald Hayes, with a
laugh; 1.-The sea is folks enough forme 4"
well, it's easy talking, = threatened
the other, good-naturedly, but wait till
you try to'get Mary Ellis to live down
on those God-forsaken rocks; Mary, or
any woman, will say-'no, thank yer
l don't see how your mother stands it,
nOhow."
Donald laughed again; he was fine,
vigorous young fellow. with an open,
sunny, handsome face, and mouth
that found laughing easy. Mother
don't mind" he said; and then he
jumped into his dory, which.was tied
at the wharf where they had been talk
ing. and went slipping down the little
tidal river towards the open sea. Donald
was not concerned about his chance for
getting a wife. MARY won't mind the
rocks he might have said; but he only
pulled his oars in as he passed house
near the river, and waved his hand at a
girl up on the bank, who was hanging
tea towels out on the currant bushes in
the back garden. j. ..: f
''Hullo, Mary!' he called out; and she
came running down the path to the
river. She was pleasant looking girl,
not pretty, but fresh and honest, and
with eyes that knew no secrets. As
they met DOnald's there was Joyous
avowal in them.
Can you get imp" he asked her, as
the dory bumped against the piles that
banked the grass at the end of the gar
den. Mary glanced at him, sidewise.,
Il thought you were going to take
me out yesterday"
''Why!" said Donald, Il vow! so /
was. Well, declare l never thought
of it till this minute! All, come on,
Mary; don't be hard on fellow!"-- -
Mary demurred, with that delightful
affectation of indignation at being neg
lected which only the girl who knows
she is loved can assume.
Donald coaxed, rather humbly: "Just
for turn outside the breakwater. The
seas like glass. Come on, now, Mary.
Never mind your hat, the suns low.
Mary, I'm going to sail Saturday"
Her face changed, as though cloud
had crossed the sun. She got in silent
ly, and sat down opposite the young
man; she looked at him once, and chen
watched the bubbles, leaping to the
surface when the oars cut down into
the swift flow of the tide.
Your mother'n be lonely" she said
''Bless your heart" he answered, gay.
ly, whats a six months voyage? I'll
be back in December. And maybe
you'll look in on her sometimes, Mary:
Folks say our house is lonely, down on
the shore; well, it never seemed so tC
me: if 1 can just look at the water I'm
happy. / wish I could live on it all the
year round. But maybe mother will
feel lonely; and I'd take it as a favor il
you'd see her sometimes?"
Mary nodded. "Of course will"
Don't let her worry if we're a day
or two overdue; worrying is about the
meanest business l know of. IwOrrieC
about the Samuel p. Jones the time l LEI
her to Dick Wheeler, and he was two
weeks over due. 1 thought she'd gone
to the bottom, and I'd be out my money
put into her. Well, l made up my
mind then I'd never do it again; worry