The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1904-11-10

kept yelled by their long lashes or mod
estly directed elsewhere.
Its charming spot down here" he
remarked soon after the meal began,
land so hidden that it is surprise. I
noticed the light as we came in, but
did not see the village
WAL, ye didn't miss anything re-
sponded his host. "None O. the houses
are much for style, an mebbe it's lucky
they're hid behind the rocks''
Il thought them quaint and comfort
able" observed Albert, but what an
odd name you have for the place!
Why do you call it Saints Rest?'
Chiefly cause none O. the people
have any chance to become sinners, l
reckon was the answer Its trife
lonesome in the winter, though
Il suppose fishing is your principal
occupation here" continued Albert,
seeing that sentiment was not consid-
cred by Uncle Terry Your land does
not seem adapted for cultivation
There amt much chance for tillin',''
he replied. The lands wuss'n whar
l was brung up, down in Connecticut;
an thar we had ter round up the sheep
once week an sharpen thar noses on
the grin'stun! We manage ter raise
'nough ter eat, though"
When the meal was over Uncle Terry
said: OTIS nice an cool out on the
| rocks, an thar's some seats out thar.
IT We enjoy smokin' we best go out
while the wimmin are dom the
Dishes"
to use was nearing its full and high
overhead, and as the two men sought
congeniality in tobacco out on that
lonesome point Albert could not curb
his admiration for the scene. His Of
fer of cigar to his host had been ac-
cepted, and as that quaint man sat
quietly enjoying an odor and favor he
was unaccustomed to Albert said:
'"This experience has been a surprise
to me from the moment met you. L
had an ugly hours scramble over the
rocks and through a tangle of scrub
spruce and briers until was utterly
| lost and believed this island an i'm
passable wilderness. Then you came
along and brought me to one of the
most beautiful spots 1 ever saw. I
should like to stay here all summer
and do nothing but look at this mag
nificent ocean view and sketch these
bold Shores
do you paint picturs too?" queried
Uncle Terry, suddenly interested.
"Telly's daft on DOM that, an is at
it all the time she can git" Then he
added with a slight reflection of pride.
"Mebbe We noticed some O. her picturs
in the sittin' room?'' ~
II saw lot of pictures there" an
swered Albert, ''but it was too dark to
see them well. should like to look at
them in the morning.
"Ye'll hev plenty O. time" was the
reply, Il must pull my lobster traps
fust, an after that I'll take We in my
dory an We'll go an find yer boat
guess she must be lynn in Seal cove,
the only openin' 'twixt here an the
head she'd be likely ter run into.''
"And so your daughter is an artist,
Az SAAS' SAoAOO AlOClC u, 1uO1AClCAI uOW
as to where the Gypsy was or when
he was likely to return to her. HAS
she ever taken lessons?"
"No, it comes nat'ral to her, replied
Uncle Terry; 'she showed the bent O.
her mind fore she was ten years old,
an she's pestered me ever since ter git
her canvas an paints an SIGH But
| fhnp TO- L,
tender tone. Telly's a good girl, an
Lissy an me set great store by her.
She's all we've got in the world Then
pointing to small white stone just to
the right Of where they were, he
added, I'har's whar the other ones
been layin' fer morn twenty years.
''This one has grown to be very
beautiful girl" said Albert quietly,
land you have reason to be proud Of
her.
Uncle Terry made no reply, but
seemed lost in a reverie, and Albert
slowly pulled his cigar and looked out
on the ocean and along the ever widen
ing path Of moonlight. He wished
that this fair girl, so quantity spoken
of, were there beside him, that he
might talk to her about her art How
it could be managed and what excuse
to give for remaining longer than the
morrow he could not see. He looked
toward the house, white in the moon
light, with the tall lighthouse and it's
beacon flash just beyond, and won
dered if he should see the girl again
that night. He was on the point of
suggesting they go in and visit little
with the ladies when Uncle Terry
said:
! II believe ye called yerself a lawyer,
Mr.. Page, an from Boston. Do We hap
pen to know a lawyer thar that has got
eyes like cat an rubs his hands as if
| he was washin' 'em while he's talk
imp
Albert gave start: Il do, Mr.. Ter