The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-09-11
CHAPTER II.


It's matter of fifty years ago said
William Tregarthen, as we sat side bv
side on the low wall of the old church
yard, and looked across the green mounds
and the edges of the cliff, 10 the shining
sea beyond, since Cynthia Tredgold came
to Polwhele. She was IS. and l was three
and-twenty, and no sooner had l clapped
eyes on her than 1 fell head over ears i,l
love.
She was a beautiful creature. All the
world was agreed on that, though some
folks didn't worship The ground she trod
on, as / did. She was slim and light. vet
soft and round, like kitten as one might
say; not that she looked young for her
years, for though she was barely eighteen
she might have passed for three-and-twen-
~. Her skin was dark, but with a dash of
peach-color on the cheeks and a mouth
like rose; and her eyes were soft as vel
Vet IN their beautiful brown color with
the lashes curling above them and below
ihem as black as night. And her hair was
black, too, and fun of twists and curls-
down to her knees when she undid the
pins, but so curly that she could put her
| foot on a lock of Il and then stand upright
the hair springing back 10 her knees when
it was released. She rather liked to show
off that trick of hers--it was "a harmless
enough vanity, I'm thinking
But she wasn't mere laughing. child
| ish, silly creature. as you might think: she
| had a streak of passion in her and YOU
! never knew where il would come Quit
! was like the zigzag red veins In our rocks
! by the sea, some thing that could not al
ways be seen but changed the value of the
! stone
Her father was a seaman, and had trav-
| ersed over half the lands and seas that
! the world contains. He did not talk much
! about his travels, but he let out one -day
that II was in the West Indies that he'd
| been married, and where Cynthia had been
! brought up. And Cynthia was rather fond
of talking Of the wonderful things she had
seen in the islands-particularly Jamaica
/ and Cuba. where she had spent a good Bit
| of her time. There was Spanish blood In
her veins, she told me, and / think there
| was negro strain as well, but of that
| can't be sure, though there was queer
stain on her naHs, which I'm told betoi-
| ems African blood. English or Spanish OF
! negro she was the most beautiful woman
1 ever saw, and loved her better than
! loved myself, and would have given my
| life for her.
She saw my love. and laughed at me 70,
It, but sometimes she was xind-too kind
with sort Of deadly sweetness that halt
killed me with longing either TO make her
mine or to die az her feet
There was nothing wouldn't have donf
! for her. And that Was'why il was / SIM.
pose, that she turned to me one wild might
when we were all on the beach, watchinl
the signal made by a ship that seemed
likely to go to pieces on the rocks. and sale
to me, with the look and tone of a queen
"Win Tregarthen, go and save them Yol
can do it " any man can"
] did not think that any man could fol
the waters were Ike boiling pitch and No
boat could live in them for a moment: buI
there was just a chance that a stronl
swimmer with "a line round his waist nigh
get safe to the wreck and get the men bacl
10 land by means Of the rope. But Their,
was a great outcry when l started to 20
and the women cast hard names at Gym