The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1902-07-13

make her q lady, whilst the summer
days flew by on golden wings, and August
mellowed into September sweet and still.
with the harvest moon flooding earth and
sea with its silver radiance when day was
done. And at last Dan Polwhele made a
discovery.
The big cave in the Death Stone reef. that
IN the olden times had stored so many hun
dreds of kegs of struggled spirits. now was
utilized lumber room for spars, sails,
oars. tackle and the various other irnpedi-
menta OF the fishery, and there Guy Russell
was working at another picture of the quay
opposite, the beach and the boats returning
in the flush of the dawn. Dan had gone
there one afternoon in quest Of seine, and
from the hard. yellow sand beside the pile
OF nets ne picked up letter written in a
feminine hand dainty, perfumed note
paper. He was. as he expressed it, no
scholard," so that 1t took him long time
TO spell out the missive, but when he saw
that it began my dearest Guy" ended
Ever your own Pet" and was dated from
London two days previously, he persevered
and finally achieved the feat.
Phoebe would be at home, he knew, for
her father and mother had both gone into
meal against their return. So with the seine
over his arm, and this precious document
tightly clutched in his hand, and the wish
In his heart that it was Russelrs throat he
grasped, ne went to the cottage. and with
out knocking calling, stalked into the
familiar kitchen where his sometime sweet
heart stood cutting a tempting heavy
cake into convenient squares, and an
nounced with an air of melodrama:
i've got something for zee to bark to-
Phoebe" and laboriously and impressively
he read
"'Westgrave villa, st. Johns Wood, Lon
don.
September Is.
MY Dearest Guy-what can be keep
ing you down in Cornwall all this long,
long time? getting quite suspicious
OF some rustic Phyllis, and If il were not
for your art of writing such dear, delight
full letters, I am sure 1 should have
swooped down on you long ago. Seriously,
Guy, 1 am missing you horribly since my
return from Scarborough, and il is afro
ciously hot here. You have worked enough
this summer, dear. Come back and take
me to some nice watering place for a few
weeks before the winter settles in.-With
undying love, ever your own PET"
What do zee think of that for your fine
lover?" he demanded.
Where did zee get it to? don't believe
it is anybody but his own sister," she ex-
claimed Indignantly. snatching the paper
from Dams hand to read it for herself
His own sister," echoed the young fish
erman. Likely letter that for a sister TO
&c bfc cuaot baart ono of thar,
anyway, that's who it is, sure enough. He
is only playing with you. Phoebe. You can
see it afore your eyes If you'll open them
1t is all out now. Give him up upon this
here and come back to me, my dear, and
I'll never speak another word to zee about
him, and we'll be married come Michael
mas like us said"
Indeed, then shan't do no such thing,
and you can just take your hook, Dan
Polwhele. And you'd best not go spying
about in the cave no more, or Guy'll be hav-
ing something to say to zee about it,
You don't never mean to stick to he in
the face of that there letter, do ZEE, Phoebe
Don't 'ee don't zee, my dear. I'm fine and
miserable without zee. Give him UP afore
it is too late. He don't mean no good to
zee, he don't"
She turned on him with a stamp OF her
foot, and a quick blaze of temper.
There's the door," she said. go along
with ZEE. tell &C. and don't zee never come
talking such stuff to me no more" And
with a sinking at his heart Dan went
A curious look of apprehension crossed the
artists handsome face when Phoebe re-
turned the letter, and with her character
istic candor related the tale OF Dams re-
quest that she should break with him.
'Tt was unfortunate that it should have
fallen into his hands, dear" he said. But
shoulder because of a stupid note like that
from a cousin, are your
Boldly as she had commended Dams &C
cusation faint suspicion lurked in Phoebe's
mind. and she asked:
You can marry your cousin, can't 'ee?"
"You can, certainly" he laughed But
can assure you 1 have no wish to marry
either of mine"
That's a fine and loving letter, though.
He did not tell her that ii was not nearly
| so loving as many of the epistles these
cousins were kind enough to send him
| for he had no desire to mar the pleasure OF
his few remaining weeks down here by the
sea by a rupture with this unconventional
little Cornish sweetheart, who was SO
plquant a contrast TO the curled and pow
dered darlings with whom he had been sur
! feited When he was gone she could &c
| back to her Dan If she liked, but whilst he
elected to play the wooer no man must
| come between them.
| So, adroitly, he soothed her fears, and ur
| and down there on the shingle at the edge
of the softly tapping .wavelets they walked
in the dusk, his glib. suave tongue-the
stock-in-trade of the lady killer, be she gen
| tie or simple-helping her TO build a hun.
dred airy castles where Love reigned su-
| preme.
you've never heard the Astarte bell
have 'ee?" she asked presently.
mo, never, darling. Have your"
mo. But four years agone come January
old Betty Pentreath heard it. and that very
| same night there were terrible storm, sure
| enough, and her man were drowned. You
| only hear IL, you know, when the one you
love best is going to be drowned"
''Then 1 fervently hope you will never
hear it, dear, for 1 should not choose my
| exit from this world to be by way of drown
| ing" Russell answered with laugh, and
| turned the conversation. little thinking how
wildly it was to be recalled TO his memory
a couple of days later.
It had been fearfully sultry and oppres-
! sive all day, and when the boats put out or
the rising tide great inky clouds were gath