The Jennings daily record. [volume] (Jennings, La.) 1900-1903, 1902-06-05

tired of adulation and social victories.
of meaningless compliments and iuane
small talk, of blaSe men of the world
and eIvious women, of "f1anne1ed fools
at tbs wicket and muddied oats at the
goal" She had drunk of the pleasures
of society to the dregs. Her wealth
and beauty had insured her a high
place in the -Four Hundred" which
her sAlent and wit adorned.
At first, of course, she enjoyed it,
but after the novelty wore off and she
saw AN the hollowness and hearLess-
ness. the hypocrisy and sham beneath
the p+spangled surface she sickened
and tired of it. And so she had come
down to this remote village on the sea
shore, far from the fashionable re-
sorts to rest from the crowds OF Van
ity Erair, and to commune With nature
and live among simple folk who
rounded out their lives IN hard toll
anG simple pleasures.
She sat in the window of the little
cottage HstIessly reading a novel.
Ths wind was blowing too strong TO
render the porch comfortable Pres
emily she threw down the book impa-
tieatly and exclaimed:
why don't we see men like this in
resi- life? What's the use of reading
about them in books when they don't
exist? Authors are dreamers, ana
the% write their dreams. Heroism IS
deal. The heroes are all between
the covers of the histories and TO-
maAces. I would like to see a real
mar, just once-uot q shallow. insin-
cere, selfish scnsualist, but a mau
capable OF great sacrifice and of abso-
lutte honesty Of purpose"
she glanced out at the great waves
dashing madly upon the shore and
noted that the gale had increased in
fuTy, Her eyes sparkled.
glow l love the ocean when it is
aroused. 1t is so grand, so powerful.
If were mau l would want to be
like the ocean and conquer all things
that came in my way
A bell changed furlousIy and people
came running past the cottage and on
10 the little government life saving
station. She opened the door anc
called to cne of the runners:
What's the matter?"
Vessel goin' 10 pieces on the reef,
came back the painting answer.
She caught up her hat and cape and
joined the hurrying throng Here at
last was something real and thrilling.
The life-saving crew. eight in num-
Der, were dressed for the coming bat
tie with the sea and stood about the
great clumsy boat, oars in hand. They
looked like grim giants, but as Winni-
fred looked at the angry sea, they
became as pigmies with a paper boat.
Where's Captain WIFI" asked one
OF the crowd.
lover to his fathers" replied one
of the crew. He'll be comm runniR'
in a jiffy."
A tall, athletic figure bounded
through the group, knocking people
right and left in his haste, and in an
instant was in his sea toys.
What DO you lake it?" he asked
one of the crew, who was gazing earn
estly through glass.
Small steamer an she's goin to
pieces fast was the reply. Seems
to be seven or eight people aboard
one woman S near as / can make out. >
The captain seized the glass and
took a quick look. Winnifred sur
veyed him curiously. He was per-
feet specimen of physical manhood;
tall, sinewy, compactly Dot and alert
His blue eye was steady and piercing.
The poise of his head was confident
and commanding. His cheeks were
bronzed with exposure and clear with
perfect health. He dropped the glass
and gave a quick word of command.
The men sprang to their places.
we can't git through that sea Cap. '
remarked the weatherbeateu fisher
man.
We'll try" replied the captain.
cheerily. and in an instant the boat