Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-05-13

risen until It wet his feet. Hastily
getting up, he took the cushions and
returned to where he had left the boat,
only to find it had disappeared. The
rising tide had lifted the boat and
painter from the rocks, and it was
nowhere to be seen.
There must be some road back up
on the island" he thought, "that will
lead me near the cove where the
Gypsy is" and. still retaining the
cushions. he started to find it. But
he was a stranger to Southport island,
and the farther away from the sea he
got the thicker grew the tangle Of
scrub spruce and briers. 1t was too
thick TO see anywhere, and after
half hour of desperate scrambling the
afternoon sun began to seem about due
east. He had long since dropped the
cushions. and finally, in sheer exhaus-
ton, he sat down on rock to collect
himself.
1T looks rs though I'm billed to stay
here all night" he thought as he noted
the lowering sun. "and nobody knows
how much longer! There must be
road somewhere. though. and I'm go
ing to find it IL the light lasts long
enough"
He started once more and had not
gone ten rods ere he came to one, and
then he breathed easier. His clothes
,:ere torn, his hands and face scratch
Z; by briers, and to save himself he
couldn't make it seem but that the sun
was setting iii the east. He sat down
10 think. All sound Of the ocean was
gone, and a stiffness thai seemed to
crawl out Of the thicket was around
him. He rested few moments more
and then suddenly heard the sound Of
wheels and presently saw, coming
around the curve, an old fashioned
carryall, worn and muddy, and. drlv-
ing the horse at jog trot, man as
Lilapidated looking as the vehicle.
Gladdened at the sight, he arose and,
holding up his hand as signal, halted
the team. Excuse me, sir" he said
to the man, who eyed him curiously.
but will you tell ME where am?'
"Waal," was the answer in slow
drawl, 'ye're on Southport island an
bout four miles from the jumpin' off
place. Whar might ye be goin'? Ye
looked bushed.'
81 am" answered Page, land badly
bushed too. lost my boat over back
here on the shore and have had q
cheerful time among the Mohawk
briers. belong to yacht that is
anchored in q cove Of this island, |
can't tell where. and if you will take
ME to her I'll pay you we'll"
The man in the wagon laughed.
Say, stranger" he observed with Il
chuckle, you mind me O. the feller
that got full an wandered round for
spell till he fetched up to house
an sed to the man that cum to the
door. IF you will tell me who am or
whar l am or whar want ter so I'll
give We dollar"
Page had to laugh in spite Of his
plight. for the humorous twinkle In
the old mans eyes as he uttered his
joke was infectious.
I'D like ter 'commodate ye." he add
ed. "but as I'm carryin Uncle Sans
mail an must git home an tend the
light. an as We don't know whar ye
want ter 60. We best jump in an go
down to Saints Rest, whar live, an
In the mornin' We'll try an hunt up
yer boat"
1t seemed the only thing to do, and
Albert availed himself Of the chance.
"Can you tell the spot where you
found me" he said to the man as they
started on. I'D like to go back there
tomorrow and find my cushions"
"Waal," was the answer, "as I've
druv over this road twice day for
nigh on to thirty year. I'm tolerable
familiar with it. My names Terry,
an I'm keeper O. the light at the Cape
an carry the mail to sorter piece out
on. Who might ye be?"
"My names Page, and I'm from Bos-
ton, and a lawyer by profession" re-
piled Albert.
Uncle Terry eyed him rather sharply.
81 wouldn't "a took ye fer one," he
said. "Ye look too honest. ! amt
much stuck on lawyers" he added with
u chuckle. 1--WE had 'sperence with
'em. One Of 'em sold me hole in the
ground onct. an it cost me the hull O
twenty years savin's! Yell 'scuse
me fer bein' blunt-it's my natur."
"Oh, l don't mind" responded AL
bert laughingly. But you mustn't
judge US all by one rascal"
They drove on, and as they logged
up and down the sharp hills he caught
sight here and there of the ocean, and
alongside the road, which consisted of
two ruts. a path and two grass grown
ridges, he saw wild roses in endless
profusion. On either hand was an In
! terminable thicket. In the little val
| leys grew masses Of rank ferns and
Oh the ridges. interspersed between
the wild roses, clusters Of red bunch
berries. The sun was almost down
when they reached the top Of long
hill and he saw at its foot small har-
Dor connected with the ocean by q mar
row inlet and around 1t a dozen or
more brown houses. Beyond was
tangle Of rocks and, rising above them,
the top Of a white lighthouse. Uncle
Terry, who had kept up a running fire
of questions all the time, halted the
horse and said:
"Ye can now take yer first look at
| Saints Rest. otherwise known as the