Newport daily independent., 1903-11-06
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n hand, helped me into the boat, steadied it, and motioned me to a seat in the stern. He grasped the oars, and with strong, firm pull or two spun into the sound and anchored. He drew out his line, fastened the bait securely and cast it.
 Unless you keep quiet now, miss" admonished he, the fish won't bite.'
 'l'll keep quiet" I promised, hum- bly; for as matter of fact, that was the condition upon which 1 had been permitted to come.
 The yacht was not far off It lay on the pearly water, still as a painted yacht, the sails glittering white in the afternoon sunshine, the shadows of gray, delicate as the breast of dove, merging into purple of so soft a shade as to appear to be pink. Beyond, against the horizon, two cat-boats dotted the tender pearl of the sea.
 By and by forgetting, l said, Its beautiful yacht"
 Andrews gave a sullen jerk to his line, drew it out. and flung it dis gustedly back again.
 T had bite then, miss he com plained. If you hadn't spoke up an skeered it away"
 Afraid to breathe, I lasped into si- lence like the grave.
 After a time, glancing sidewise at me beneath eyebrows of the thickness of underbrush, and seeing me sitting there SO very still, he repented some what.
 'Yes;~ he began, its beautiful yaeht"-he pronounced it vat, the same as cat. "A trim enough yacht for any body It belongs to old man Smythe, up there on the hill. If you look you kin see the steeple O his house jest over the tree-tops. Um! I knowed old man Smythe when he spelt his name Smith. like other people; but aHA made his millions. Him an Si Slo- cum was fast friends then. too, an the children growed up together, that boy Jean O his'n an Beth, Si Slocum's gal; but there's a diff'rence in men. There's bound to be. or there wouldn't be no millionaires, an what would this here country be without the million aires? They're necessary evil.
 "Leastways, startin' out with what seems like an even show, one man goes up an the other down What with seIlin' a bit O property here an there, an investin' it judicious in some O them tall buildin's in New York, old shan Smythe got pretty soon to own about everything in these here parts what was wuth ownin'. As for Si Slo- cum, he don't own nothing. The best he kin do is to rent the few feet O earth his house squats on. He's got 10 be content with that Not that he ain't content enough. Too content, ac- aordin' to his wife, Liza. Let him go round with briar pipe stuck be- tween his teeth, an his hands in his pants pockets, an he's happy, she says. He thinks he's got about what's eomin to him. He don't want for noth- ing more. The world may go hang for all him, an welcome. Miss, be quiet there, will you? There's something nibblin'"
 AdAN SNAASNhAhS hlbulSu anu Qull. Once mere throwing out the line. he gave dissatisfied grunt, and com menced the story where he had left off.
 Them two children, that boy an gal, said he. was together most O. the time-the boy, old man Smythe's, as l say, an the gal, Si slocum's, an d bigger, finer, strappin' sunburned gal you never see, a-livin' in the open air, hshin', swimmin', rowin', bathin', an when there want nothing else on hand, jest wallin' about takin' long breaths O what them city folks calls ozone, an what we plain folks calls air,
 No, that gal didn't need the walls 0 no house to hold her, ceptin' for sleepin purposes. The blue sky was walls enough for her an plenty near If you could "a seen her swim it would a done your heart good-that curly head O her'n goin' out, out. out. duckin then comin' up ag'in an auckin' another an another time. That gal want afraid O nothing in the