The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1903-11-12
the coveted blossoms. "A gentlemal

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And moustache, too, TO be strictly
pccurate."
1T is that Mr.. Brevard, the girls
are all wild about" Mrs. Hearty
afterwards informed them. MY hus.
band shall invite him to dine with us
tomorrow"
At the appointed hour the fra
ternity assembled to hear the address
of welcome from leading citizen. In
u young man who rose to respond.
the Birdlings, at once, recognized Mr..
Brcvard.
An editor" whispered Mrs. Bird
ling. "Bcssie, | will never give my
consent"
Next on their programme came the
poem. This had been prepared by 4
youthful maiden of Cookie eboro, who.
after reading her ctIuSion to n circle
of admring friends, felt convinced
that it was Il genuine inspiration of
the muse. So, in pleasing tones, she
rccitcd-
For many gifts our land that bless.
~ SAltlN llNsl unto ! ne 1ItSS
Give warmcst thanks. We see it pour
Wisdom on thirsty souls, secure
To women, Politics and Church,
Their dearest rights, and duly search
'ls there much more of this, 81
WONDER"
you need not sigh, Mr.. Birding.
1t is better than any of Mrs. Dreamy's
sentimental trash"
'Ilappily, the hotel reception is at
four and even poetry must give place
to dinner"
Mr. Brcvard had a previous invita-
tion to dine, but requested an intro
duCtion to Mr.. IIcarty's guests.
81 suppose you will join the eXcur-
zion to the island Tomorrow" he said
ut parting. "Mr. Birdling, will you
allow me to secure seats for your
party on the Coquette? The captain
is friend of mine. and she Ks safer
and more comfortable than her name
would Indicate"
This offer was gladly accepted. At
an early hour small tug to which
four Schooners were attached steam
ed away for Ship island, bearing the
merry eXcurSioniSts and their friends.
The Coquette. finest craft OF them all,
had the liveliest crowd on her deck.
Once beyond the channel, narrow
wharyes and unsightly bathhouscs
disappeared. the smooth, sunlit water
broke into larger waves, and the
coast villages looked yet more pictur-
esque against their background of
woods.
Tell me something of Ship Island"
said Bessie. Il feel very ignorant, Mr..
Brevard, among all you wise men and
women"
81 su'.Hose you remember that it
was discovered by 1berville, French
Canadian -"
Yes, ;al when his fleet sailed into
that br""d passage betwe"n two
islands / rejoiced to find it in deep
water harbor. His Ships might now
now safely repose, after their long
conflict with the ocean and British
vessels. That was in 1899"
"Wcll recitcd. Little did 1berville
think that such distinguished party
as ours would some day be visiting
his roadstcad."
"Frum ship and Cat Island some Of
these French crossed to the opposite
shore and founded a colony at Old
Biloxi, now known rs Ocean Springs" ."
"Why. YOU know it all. That wood
land to the unrth was once dense
forest, which served IaGttc and his
band a> hunting ground and hiding
place. May read you the Legend of
the Pascagou1as?" He took from his
pocket small volume. Mrs. IIindalc's
Legends and Lyrics" and read her
beautiful version of the tale.
Meanwhile the waters took n
grccncr hue, snowy sand drifts on the
island became distinctly visible, then
the lighthouse and walls of Fort
Massachusetts. The scagulls ceased
rocking to and fro and some. spread
ing their white wings, seemed to give
welcome to the visitors.
They are bringing up the row.
. b't'H' I'ut i'i lIdt SUI III wv III III
have landed at the pier"
Il shall enjoy the row, but please
do not mention storms while we are
here
Whcreupon an old inhabitant in
formed them that n storm was con-
tidently predicted for this month, as
the usual equinoctial had not yet
arrived. The same harbinger of evil
found BESSIE lunching with u merry
crowd under the silent guns of Fort
Massachusetts, and volunteered
further information. This fort was
built before the war in the sixties,
and between the two armies and the
frequent storms it has had hard
fight for existence. These sand dunes
are full of soldiers bones. l am told"
etc.
Bessie turned away from this dread
full man. with his talk of storms and
dead mems bones, and Mr.. Brevard
came to the rescue.
THE surf is much finer on the
I other side, and rare shells are thrown
/ IL h,. hn h,1