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


going TO stop working myself now" and
he rose and stretched his arms high above
his head as he spoke, giving the couple
pleasant good evening" and not even turn
ing to look after their retreating figures as
they moved away side by side.
"And was there time to mend Dams seine
last evening before the boats went out?"
asked he on the following afternoon as the
girl posed for him again in her cotton gown
and white sunbonnet.
Yes. plenty of time. 1t wasn't so much
to mend the seine as to get a bit of talk
with me. after ALL" she answered with
conscious laugh.
Lucky DAM sighed the artist. adding
presently, with one of his swift chances
Of admiration What shame for those
pretty hands of yours ito have to mend
a great coarse fishing net
"Oh, that isn't no such hard work. and
there isn't many maidens in Trevissick can
mend net better than me-"
IT daresay not. Everything you do is
perfection. little Phoebe. All the same L
should like to have the right to keep you
from doing any work at ALL"
There was no reply. and with rapid
strokes Guy Russell limned in the dainty,
1issom figure, until by and by he flung
aside his brush. exclaiming:
''Therel Come and see yourself. You
will make my fortune, Phoebe"
She came and stood at his side, and CO.
verify he watched her bosom rise and fall.
and the pink color flush in her cheeks as
she looked at the familiar scene he had
portrayed so well-the peep of the cottages
far up from the shingly beach, the straight.
stone quay, the tan-sailed smacks setting
out under a sunset sky, and herself stand
ing by the lighthouse waving 'hercnief
in adieu to her lover.
''WeIl, dear?" he asked.
Its splendid, sure enough" she said.
However can ZEE do a beautiful picture
like that? 'Tis like real"
He laughed softly II think shall have
to take little sketch of it to keep after
the picture is Sold" he said. 1T will re-
mind me of you as Dams wife, saying
Goodbye to him when he goes out 10 his
nights toll Make the most OF life now,
Phoebe. BY and by, when your husband
takes his life in his hand night after night
to earn bread for you and the children, ii
will seem hard and bitter. and you will need
bring you through it,
Don't ZEE talk like that" she cried. and
the hand she put out as to ward off the
vision his words conjured up he caught in
both his own.
would that I could save you from IT.
Would that L had only come here last sum-
mer instead of this. DEAR" he exclaimed
fervently.
But I'm only a poor village maid.
couldn't never be a proper wife for a gen.
tleman like you"
"You would be the woman / love, and
everything else would go to the wall.
would make you a lady. dear. You should
have nothing to do but wear beautiful
clothes and ride about in carriage, and
have servants to wait on you and 1 would
be your slave. 1t is a crying shame that a
girl with your face and figure should be tied
TO huIking fisherman and doomed to live
and die down here by the sea, with never
a glimpse of the rest OF the world. Oh
Phoebe, Phoebe, If only it were you loved
instead Of Dan, how easy would all be, and
how different an outlook your life would
have"
He had risen and taken her other hand
and she stood with flushed cheeks and beat
ing heart. her eyes dropped before the pas
sion that shone in his.
Poor, innocent child How was she tc
know that many and many girl before her
this handsome, suave lover had wooed and
won and then cast aside like broken toys?
"You-you can't mean it," she faltered
1T isn't proper at all"
1T is perfectly proper-or at least ii
would be but for Dam, he urged.
But she drew her hands away.
Don't zee, don't 'ee," she said. 'I prom
Used to meet Dan." and as she walked away
UP the steep path to the village Guy Rus
sell looked after her with a smile.
Throughout the course of their lifeIone
acquaintance Dan Polwheles somewhat
boisterous love making had never Jared
on Phoebe until that hour. A chimerica
might have been'-a vision Of silks and
laces. of servants and Iuxuries-dazzIed hel
brain and made the young fisherman's pro-
posals for their future seem poor, anC
mean, and worthless.
There won't be nothing to wait for wher
the fishing is over, my DEAR" he said. 1--WE
can be married then right off the reel
What do zee think of White Thorn cottage,
OlO SlAillAJ 1AGLlSS NC BUNS Oul u IL come
Michaelmas.'
But Phoebe's only answer was a pout
White Thorn cottage, speckless and spo,
less, set in the midst of the great hawthorn
bushes that made it a bower of Fragrance
all the early summer, was but very miser
able substitute for fine house and horse
and carriages, although, until that moment
it had appeared a most delectable place o
abode in the girls imagination.
1T have got four rooms. We should hav
a spare bedroom. like the quality" went oil
Dan. But Phoebe did not join in his laugh
and he turned to her aggrieved.
Whatever is the matter with 'ee?" h
| demanded. you are fine and glum to-day
it seems to me-
"Oh. let me alone. Dan. do 'eer' she said
irritably; and to all his persuasions sh
made only petulant answers, and at last h
departed for the fishing. decidedly i'll a
ease, and as closely bordering on bad tenn
per as a man of his sunny. happy DISPOSE
/ ton could he.
And somehow the little rift within TIL
Lutte did not easily lend itself to adjustment