Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-06-03

and the bountful supper Of stewed
chicken and cold lobster, not to men
ton other good things Of Aunt Lissy's
providing, received a hearty accept
ance. Although it was dark when sup
per was over, he could not resist go
ing out on the rocks and listening a
few minutes to the waves. as they beat
upon them.
When he returned to the house Al
bert found a bright fire burning In the
sitting room.
81 put yer things in yer room," said
Uncle Terry, and, handing him a lamp,
he added, I'VE know whar it's now. /
hope; so make yerself t. hum"
Later, when they were all gathered
about the fire, both the "wimmin folks"
with their sewing and Uncle Terry en-
joying one of the cigars Albert had
brought him, the old mans face gleam-
ed as genial as the freight. He told
stories of the sea, of storm and ship
wreck and curious experiences that had
come to him during the many years he
had dwelt beside the ocean, and while
Albert listened, stealing occasional
glances at the sweet faced girl whose
eyes were bent upon her sewing, the
neighboring waves kept up their mono
tone, and the fire sparkled and glowed
with a ruddy light.
Don't you ever get tired Of hearing
the waves beat so near you" asked
Albert at last.
"Waal, there's suthin' curious bout
that" answered Uncle Terry. "Ive
got so uster 'em they seem sorter nee
essary ter livin', an when l 60 way
it's hard fer me ter sleep fer missin'
'em. Why, don't yer like ter hear
emp
"Oh, yes: l enjoy them always, and
they are a lullaby that puts me to
sleep at once"
1t was but little past 8 when Uncle
Terry arose and, bringing in a basket
Of wood, observed, Il guess I'll turn
in middlin' 'arly SOS to git up 'arly an
pull my traps fore breakfast. an then
I'll take ye out 1shin'. The mackerel's
bitin' good these days. an mebbe yell
enjoy it."
Aunt Lissy soon followed, and Albert
was left alone with Telly. 1t looked
Intentional For few moments he
watched her, still intent on her work.
.'Have you finished my sketches" he
said finally.
"Not quite" she replied. 81 had to
go up to the cove to work on one in or
der to satisfy myself, and good many
days it was too rough to row up there.
so that hindered me. l have that one
finished, though. and the other almost"
Was 1t possible that this girl had
rowed four miles every day in order to
paint from the original scene Of his
sketch?
MAY l see the finished one?" be
asked.
She brought it. Not only was the
picture of herself sitting in the shade
Of a low spruce reproduced, but the
fern decorated boat near by, the quiet
little cove in front and view Of ocean
beyond.
1t was charming picture.
"There is only one thing lacking"
she said shyly as he held it at an angle
so the freight would shine upon it,
land l didn't dare put that in without
your consent"
II do not notice anything left out as
I recall the spot"
"But there is," she replied. land one
that should be there to make the pic
ture correct. Can't you guess"
He looked at Telly's face, upon which
a roguish smile had come.
"No. l can't guess. Tell me what is
lack.ngT
Yourself" she replied.
But do not want the picture to re-
mind me Of myself. wanted it so l
could see you and recall the day we
were there" She made no reply, and
he laid it on the table and asked for
the other one. 1t was all done except
the finishing touches, but it did not
seem to be a reproduction OF his origi-
nal sketch at the cove.
81 took the liberty Of changing 1t a
little" she said as he was looking at
it, land put in the background where
you said you first saw me-"
1T was nice Of you to think Of max
ing the change" lie replied quickly,
"and am very glad you did. / want
ed 1t to portray you as I first saw
you"
A faint flush came into her face. AS
she was watching the fire he studied
the sweet face turned half away. And
what a charming profile it was. with
rounded chin, delicate patrician nose
and long eyelashes just touching the
cheek that bore q telltale flush! Was
that faint color due to the fire or to
his words? Then they dropped Into
pleasant chat about trifles, and the
oceans voice kept up its rhythm, the
tire sparkled. and the small cottage
clock licked the happy moments away.
How is Mrs. Leach?" he asked at
last. docs she pray as fervently at
every meeting?"
"Just the same," replied Telly. "and
always will rs long as she has breath.
1t is, as father says, her only consola-
ton"
Il have thought Of that evening
many times SINCE" he continued, "and
the impression that poor old lady made
on me with her piteous supplication. l
wonder how it would affect Boston
church concrecation some evening to