The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1903-10-31
BY Zoe Anderso

n hand. helped me into the boat,
steadied II, 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
and cast 1t.
UNLESS you keep quiet now. miss .
admonished he, 1.-The fish won't bite
'l1l keep quiet" | promised, hum
bly,; for as a matter of fact. that was
the condition upon which had been
permitted TO come.
The yacht was not far of. 1t lay
on the pearly water. still as painted
Yacht the sails glittering white in the
afternoon sunshine, the shadows OF a
gray, delicate as the breast of a dove.
merging into purple of so soft shade
rs to appear to be pink. Beyond,
against the horizon. two cat-boats
dotted the tender pearl of the sea-
BY and by. forgetting, | said, ITS
a beautiful yacht"
Andrews gave a sullcn jerk to his
line, drew 1t out. and flung 1t dis
gustedly back again.
81 had bite then. miss" he COM
planned. IF you hadn't spoke up an
skeered II away
Afraid to breathe. lasped into ST.
lcnce'like the grave.
After 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, '1t's a>beautiful
yacht"-he pronounced 1t vat. the same
as cat. "A trim enough yacht for any
body. 1t belongs to old man Smythe,
up there on the hill. II you look you
kin see the steeple o. his house jest
over the tree-tops. I'm! l knowed
old man Smythe when he spelt his
name Smith. like other people; but
that was before he had a run o. luck
an made his millions. Him an 81 Slo-
cum was fast friends then, too, an
the children growed up together. that
boy Jean o. his'n an Beth, 81 Slocum's
gal: but there's difference in men.
be no millionaires. an what would this
here country be without the million
aires? They're q necessary evil.
''Leastways, startin' out with what
seems like an even show. one man goes
up an the other down. What with
sellin' bit o. property here an there,
an investin' II judicious in some o.
them tall buildin's in New York. old
man Smythe got pretty soon to own
about everything in these here parts
what was with ownin'. AS for 81 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
to be content with that Not that he
amt content enough. Too content, ac-
cordin' 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
comm to him. He don't want for moth
ing more. The world may go hang for
all him, an welcome. Miss, be quiet
) there. will you? There's something
nibblin'."
The something" nibbled and quit.
onC0 uiOio tuiOWihS Jul tuC iihc, hc
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 say, an the gal, 81 Slocums an a
bigger, finer. strappin sunburned gal
you never sec, alvin in the open air,
i;shin,, swimmin', rowin', bathin', an
when there want nothing else on
hand, Jest walkin' about. takin' long
breaths o. what them city folks calls
ozone, an what we plain folks calls
air.
mo. that gal didn't need the walls
O. no house to hold her. 'ceptin' for
sleepin' purposes. The blue sky was
walls enough for, her. an plenty near.
II you could a seen her swim 1t
would a done your heart good--that
curly head O. her'n goin' out. out, out,
duckin', then comm up ag'in an
duckin' another an another time. That
ssi want afraid O nothing in the