Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1898-09-27
BY A BRACELET.

All the anger had died out Of his
voice, the half smoked pipe had dropped
from his fingers upon the sand, and his
head was bowed despondently. The girl
seated on the upturned boat clasped her
hands behind her neck and swung back,
watching him furtively.
"I'm sorry I spoke as I did just now,
Kitty" he said, with a plaintive ges.
ture of oonoiliation. you're only jokin,
amt you? l guess I amt half good
enough for you, but you ain's goin to
throw me overheard, are you? The pic
tur' was grand, and no mistake, an you
looked just like yourself. 1t amt the
pictur'; it's-it's''-
He broke off short and glanced at the
little circle of gold that spanned 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 it, Jem," she
said. perhaps you didn't mean all you
said, an I hope you didn't, lad, for
twas nc way to speak O. your betters.
Did | ever promise to marry you, or any
one else? Can't I take a present from
any one without bein spoke to as if I'd
committed murder or robbery or sum.
maj worse? Well?"
II guess you can do what you like,
Kitty" he said sadly, can nobody
least 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 a
boat to row across the bay. By and by
there was a shout, and he glanced over
his shoulder and alphabetically backed
the oars.
"Can't you look where you're going,
you dolt? Do you want to run me
down."
II guess I'll set you swimmin il
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. I guess if you an
me quarrel you'll be the sorriest; SO
stand clear! Good night"
The young mar in the tweed suit
stood up, needless of the heavy pollock
Juggling at his line, and started after
the %retreating boat.
"The impudent houndl" 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 sup
pose, " he said.
In the morning Jem and Ted Trew.
lowe came down the village street to.
gether. Jem carried a coil Of rope and
a pointed iron bar-the stock in trade
Of his hazardous profession, that Of egg
hunter.
The boat was headed for the gray
white column across the bay, the
Witches pillar. They scrambled up the
rift in the cliff and reached the breezy
uplands. The iron bar was driven deer
into the soil, and five minutes later the
figure of a man swung high over the
sea, terrifying the birds and looming
black against the lighter background Of
the cliff.
Little Trewlowe sat steadying the
swaying rope, his heels firmly wedged
in the holes he had cut to keep them
from slipping and his black Guilty grip
ped tight between his olinched teeth.
There was a frightened look in his eyes,
for Jem had seemed 30 queer and SO lit
tie like himself.
Suddenly the rope slackened and
then grew taut again with a fierce jerk
that started the bar a full inch and
scared his hands. Then it swayed limp
ly against the cliff edge, and a faint cry
from below sent his heart into 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 a dim blur of bub-
bles soaring the smooth surface of the
distant water, and his head reeled.
With trembling fingers he knotted
the rope firmly to the bar and, throw.
ing 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 faroff lighthouse started
dazzling through the gloom. The boats
came in one by one.
Long after the light in the west had
melted into q hazy gray Kitty sat and
unused In the cottage porch. When the
shadows drew In, the lighthouse unolos-
ed its ponderous eye and glared ut her
for 4 moment like some huge beast az II
circled round, cleaving the darkness.
II think I'll just run down an zee
Mira Trewlowe, dad, she said shakily,
looking through the open door.
Jem's little cottage, with its screen
Of tall fuchsias, stood silent and desert.
ed. The frenzied beat Of her knucklea
on the door echoed back to her mock.
ingly through the two tiny rooms.
Apanting woman, with a dingy shawl
thrown over her head, met her half way
] down, Some instinct, intangible and