Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1900-10-05
KENNEDY.
BY ANNABEL DWIGHT.


a pretty cove making in from the
ocean, n strip of white sand, and some
tall, gray cliffs for a background; and
such a bright, breezy morning! The
cool waves leaped ioyously in the June
sunshine, and caught a thousand gilt
tering rays in the golden light
| Kennedy was just pushing off for
| the yacht, as Beatrice Grant, accom-
panied by her friend. Miss Lizzie Full
ton. came down to the pier.
Kennedy was the new skipper. The
last one, Dawson, had been discharged
for drunkenness, and this man put in
his place.
Kennedy was dark and handsome, of
| magnificent build, and had decidedly
picturesque look, in his red shirt ana
white straw hat.
Beatrice, who was quite an artist,
looked at him appprovingly with her
| great, calm, innocent eyes, as. seeing
that she wished to speak with him, he
brought his boat about, and stepped
| out upon the pier.
rs the Spray nearly ready, Ken
ncdy:" she asked graciously. "Our
| party arrived today. and papa says
we are only waiting now for you and
the wind" little smile revealed the
| tips Of her white teeth.
"If the wind is fair we can start to-
morrow Miss Beatrice" said Ken
nedy, with an answering smile, which
held an undertook of tenderness, as
his gaze rested upon the girls fair face.
Very WELL" she returned, in calm
unconsciousness that the handsome
skipper had presumed to admire her.
She turned away, and as she did So
a darned gray silk glove fell upon the
| pier
Lizzie Fulton who was rather near
sighted looking back, whispered hur-
riedly to Beatrice:
your glove"
Beatrice turned back.
Kennedy was standing quietly, with
folded arms, looking after her.
Kennedy" with a sort of cold state
illness, did you pick up my glove"
Your glove, Miss Beatrice?" he
said, imperturbably. "Oh nor
And then, as the young ladies moved
on, he threw himself once more into
the boat, and pulled swiftly for the
Spray riding gracefully at anchor
| just off the shore.
Once on the deck of the dainty yacht,
he drew from an inner pocket or his
! lnngnnnl shirt n oil
| glove. This he smoothed gently in
his strong brown palm, tenderness and
amusement both struggling in the
smile which crept into his hazel eyes.
"a proud little lady" he said softly,
as he put the glove back again.
1t was jolly party which left
Grant Ledge on the following morning,
for cruise along the Atlantic coast.
Mr.. Grant was the reputed possessor
of handsome fortune; and his mother
less daughter, lovely, talented, and
Just 10 had invited most of her own
! particular set, with one or two elder
ly ladies', for propriety's sake, and now
they were off for month or two of de-
lightful sailing.
Among the party there were one or
two would-be lovers of the girl, and
occasionally, to escape their sentiment
tai speeches, she would find Kennedy.
and talk to him about the weather.
and the course of the yacht. etc. and
Kennedy, thoroughly understanding
her maneuvers, would aid her with
only half-repressed amusement in his
eyes.
But one time, as she approached the
wheel where he was standing lurch
of the vessel threw her forward. and
as he caught her upon one arm, he
brushed his lips lightly over the bright
brown waves of her hair. A delicate,
bright color flooded her cheeks instant
ly, and the small head crested itself
with the stateliness of n queen.
Kennedy" she cried, Indignantly
you forget yourself! How dare you
presume SOP
hennedy's dark face smiled down
at her with conscious strength and
manliness.
Il dare to presume in many ways.
Miss Bee, if cared to-" he said, calm
ly.
You must not call me Miss Bee.''
the girl corrected, hauahtily, fire flash
ing from her clear brown eyes; that
name is only for the friends in nv
own station. And do not smile at me
in that way, Kennedy! Your very look
is presumptuous."
Kennedy bit his smiling lips under
his heavy moustache, and turned his
gaze seaward.
Miss Beatrice" he said gently; "you
are --vr fortunate lady, as proud as