Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1902-08-07

great surprise, and with only partina
nod from the young girl. It was as if
this momentous incident were sufi-
cient reason for the absence Of any fur
ther trivial sentiment.
Unfortunately the father chose to add
an exordium for the benefit of the as
tonished boatman still lying on his oars
''Let this be lesson to ye, ma fr'en,
when ye're over sure! Yell FER
say herrin is dry until it be reestit
and reckit. -
AYE, - said the boatman, with lazy,
significant glance at the consul eft
wull be a lesson to me not to trust to a
lassie's gangin go, when thar's anither
one a-comin.'
''Give way" said the consul sharply.
Yet his was the only irritated face in
the boat as the men bent over their oars
The young girl and her father looked
placidly at the receding. ship and waved
their hands to the grave, resigned face
over the taffrail. The consul examined
them more attentively. The fathers
face showed intelligence and a certain
probity in it's otherwise commonplace
features. The young girl had more dis
tinction, with perhaps more delicacy of
outline than Of texture. Her hair was
dark, with FURNISHED copper tint at it's
roots, and eyes that had the same bur
nished metallic luster in their brown
pupils. Both sat respectfully erect, as if
anxious to record the fact that the boat
was not their own to take their ease in,
and both were silently reserved, an
swering briefly to the consul's remarks
as if to vindicate the Formally Of their
presence there. But a distant railway
whistle startled them into emotion.
We've lost the train, father!'' said
the young girl.
The consul followed the direction of
her anxious eyes; the train was just quit
ting the station at Bannock.
eff ye had not fingered below with
Jamie, we'd have been away in time,
and, aye, in our own boat" said the
father, with marked severity.
The consul glanced quickly at the
girl, but her face betrayed no conscious
ness except of their present disappoint-
ment.
''There's an excursion boat coming
round the point, % he said, pointing to
the black smoke trail of d steamer at
the entrance Of loch, land it will be
returning to st. Kentigern shortly. If
you like, we'll pull over and put you
aboard.
Eth! but it's the Sabbath breaker! !"
said the old man harshly.
The consul suddenly rememb ered that
that was the name which the righteous
St. Kentigerners had given to the soil
tary bold, bad pleasure boat that defed
their Sabbatical observances.
''Perhaps you won't find very pleas
ant company" said the consul, smiling,
''but then you re not seeking that. And
as you would be only using the boat to
get back to your home and not for Sun
day recreation I don't think your con-
science should trouble you -
''Aye, that's a fine argument, Mr..
Consul, but I'm thinlin it's mono the
less sopheestry, for a that, said the
father grimly. mo; if yell just land
US at yonder Bannock pier we'll be aye
thankin ye the same. -
''But what will you do there?
There's no other train today
AYE, We'll walk On bit. -
The consul was silent. After pause
the young girl lifted her clear eyes,
and, with a half pathetic, half childish
well-my father and me- You're far
too kind -
Nothing further was said as they be-
gan to thread their way between a few
large ships and an ocean steamer at
anchor, from whose decks a few Sunday
clothed mariners gazed down admiring-
" on the smart gig and the pretty girl
in Tam O'Shanter in it's stern sheets.