New-York tribune., 1903-04-27
6be Fruits Of Toll.
BY NORMAN DUNCAN.
IN TWO PARTsPART II.

of that place possess it in pea and plenty.
shalt 10 the end of the word. But the sea tame
Shall ever be2mghty. savage. dread. % infniteij
treacherous and hateful yielding oniy that wnich
lives spelling souls of their graces. The tier Of
the soil sows in peace and in yellow hazy peace.
in good season he gathers harvest, for the earth
Ged the 70 oer of % the settle SewfoGndiander U Of
the upper shore-is born to conflict, ceaseless ami
deadly, and. in the dawn of an the DAYS. ne puts
forth to wage it as his father DID and and ms ms
chiidren's Children to the last of tn m nor fro
day day he foresee the issue, nor from sea
is what chance allows. Thus laboriously, pre-
cariously he slips through lie; he follows ho1e
a black regret and bitterness 10 him. but the sum-
mers come are all rosy with new promise
Long ago. when young Luke Dart, the Boot Bay
trader, ambitious for shore patronage. ne SAID
Solomon Stride, of Ragged Harbor punt fisher
n t t6 for 8y eod ad ty9p An you trade with
me, by I'll trade with you. come good times or
youth in bone and Seasoned muscle. Iunged like
said SAID he An you trust ne with twine for trap
skipper. I'll deal fair by you. come good times or
cofches ooa Psg sSid Iof Luke IKE part when trust by
copac so at 2 the U end Of the season Solomon
bulded cottage under the Man-o war Br9ao 9
months of that winter he made the trap; every net
Of leader ana 4a all The won Work S Was good to the last
knot and splice. In the spring ne put up the staSe
waited for sign of fish. When the tempered days
h he hung o the & net on f9e Of be cos In
the evenings he sat with Priscilla on the bench at
went down in the sea. and the shadows crept
woman dear said this young Solomon Stride
with slap of his great thigh, twill be gran
for fish this yea
sure. by. said Priscilla, tenderly; twill be
"Ay." solomon sighed twill that-this year
The cleaning shadows gathered over the harpor
water, and hung sullenly, between the great rockS
"'Tis handy t $3.50 I owes Luke Dart for the
'Tis hape O. money t owe" said Priscilla.
Hut growed Solomon. deep in his chest 'Tis
"'Tis not much" said Priscilla, smiling. when
Dusk and a clammy mist chased the glory from from
| and cold. swept out of the wilderness and ran 10
"Us'n pay un all up this year" said solomon
"Oh," he added. loftily. twill be easy 'Tis be
s'4s @sure!@ sf''Sa said She echong his confidence.
Night filled the cloudy heavens overhead It drove
fne and a thrust the arng red and
gold over the rim of the sea; and was dark Solo
mon, AN have enough left over t buy "a .-.-,u.
oh She cried. with ecstatic gasp. "a SEWN
@iss." he roared. Sure. girl!' -,
first fish ran in for the capiin and the nets were
out the ice was st sun hd hdngngg ng t5fre Ga Same csm
gale in the night sprrgins from the no {d S
as ea and VGoVs 4oVs T9G It safy in pon the land Solo
mon Stride put off in punt IN sea tossing bree Ie
times while the pack swept nearer; crunchlng an9
horribly groantng though iashed to cruel SpfSe f6
tickle and upon the fourth essay, when E Ibis ms
Where the trap was and chased the punt into the
harbor. frothing upon its h1nk "hen snr g uS sas
Solomon dragged lie trap frcm the bottom: Gre5 RE-
holes were bruised in the nets head rope ana 3pa spa
Thirty-seven days and nights It took to make the
Psn rss OF TG9s cod pas5ed by So I'm in the spring
deeper in the DEBT OF sypainfs,S @ fon9
he eaten; but. of an evening when ne sat on on
r6aing shadows gathered over the har6or
and hanging between the great G0ck' oroT 20 re OF
the fish he would catch, in his trap: .,on.u,
'Priscilla dear" said Solomon Stride. slapping
his iron thigh "they be a fine sign O. fish down the
coast Twill be gTaR gssd se1soP Twill be gran
cotoh o f$h youT have this year, yea lin. and ~ The
dreamfu silence. their glory faded; the aoss rocks
turned black and the wind from from the wilderness
"Us'I pay Luke Dart this year: tells you said
Solomon. like boastful boy 'Ush pay un twice
Twill be fine t have the machane,' said She
VIA "An' S'til9 the calico t use un on" said he;
And so. while the night spread overhead. these
to S simple 5 M f2s fhs fhsy hey
fast fancy could form wishes 1uSt aS TO- Bring
dreams trueuntll the night advancng' tnrus1 Isl tis
red and gold of the sunset cloud over the rim Oh
the sea. and it dark:
leave US goa in. said Priscilla ..1 bA goa,n. 70
cotch three hundred quintals O fish sure l De
this year"
1t chanced in that year that the fish fsieq rbGr
W hence in the wnfr foowi1 d tbTee assg9 49
and one oil man starved to death-and hye chIl-
@ Stride o Neither in that season nor in any Of
the thirteen wears coming after did thls man eaIcn
might of hodyEin pienitude and quality Of strength
in the fv'l eager power OF nraMnrhe % , was tbe
whole race here hidden; but he could rot catch
titlT tience, hope courage and the fine viii for toll
he was great: but, good season or oad ne coq1o q1
oh
met 1 Heht. cold fog Wind and the fury of waves.
in their craft in their sf W b SAD b IN cond west
from the sea. being given into the hands of Luxe
Dart an honest man, yielded only sufficient pro
vision for food and clothing for himself and Pris,
ciIla-only enough to keep their bodies warm and
nets and the traps rotted and solomon came near
back $73. which it was on ar evening III spring.
when he sat with Priscilla on the sunken bench AT
watcbed the shadows gather over the harbor water
and suTenly hang between the great rocks. rising
al II 'VT5 Wonder, by" said Priscilla, 'ff twill be
eV4l '.Sb sure,i exclaimed Solomon. "Surer'
''D've thirk it. b'y.'. wistfully .-,,, -,
bape "t O. fish in the trans this year. They be mill
ors O sh + the say ne Sy went m tere G To@ag
'-Ts can'y for US take un out be goin t @ark
hard this year" -.
my 4o9 but be you Sff@' be WORKER '0'0'''" '' ''
Priscilla smiled and solomon % smiled; and and It was
were past ard the stage fun 70 the roof with
smiled again and turred their eyes to the hills.
from which the glory Of purple and yellow was de-
p4!sdG sFiGper @ Luke Dart SAYS t me- said solomon
Priscilla said nothing at all
They be SO aein me in seven years for crane o
nv, said She but tits a lot! But we be used
to II now. Solomon. an we can't get along with
sure, said he. "'tis good we're not poor like
Night drove the flush of pink in upon the and
followed the red and gold Of the horizon over the