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occupation here" continued Albert,

seeing that sentiment was not eonsd
cred by Uncle Terry. your land does
not seem adapted for cultivation"
"There amt much chance for tillin', p
he replied. THE lands wuss'n whal
| was brung up. down in Connecticut
an thar we had ter round up the sheer
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: Its nice an cool out on the
rocks, an thar's some seats out thar
If ye enjoy smokin' we best 90 out
willie the wimmin are doin' the
Dishes"
The moon that Frank had planned
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
lis admiration for the scene. His Of.
fer of a cigar to his host had been &C.
cepted. and as that quaint man sat
quietly enjoying an odor and flavor he
was unaccustomed to Albert said:
This experience has been surprise
to me from the moment I met you. !
had an ugly hours scramble over the
rocks and through tangle Of scrub
spruce and briers until I 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 I ever saw. I
should like to stay here all summer
and do nothing but look at this mag
nifcent ocean view and sketch these
bold shores"
"Do you paint picturs too?" queried
Uncle Terry. suddenly interested.
"Telly's daft on doin' that, an is at
it all the time she can git."' Then he
added with slight reflection Of pride.
"AIebbe ye noticed some O. her picturs
in the sittin' roomT
II saw lot Of pictures there" an
swered Albert, but 1t was too dark to
see them well. I should like to look at
them in the morning"
"Ye'll hev plenty O. time," was the
reply, 81 must pull my lobster traps
fust, an after that III take ye In my
dory an We'll 60 an find yer boat I
guess she must be lyin' 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,
is sheY" asked Albert, Indifferent now
as to where the Gypsy was or when
he was likely to return to her. "Has
she ever taken lessons%
"No, 1t 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 sich. But
then, I'm willin' ter" he added In q
tender tone. Telly's good girl, an
Lissy an me set great store by her.
She's all we've got In the world" Then
pointing to Il small Write stone just to
the right of where they were, he
added, "1'har's whar the other ones
been layin' fer morn twenty years."
"This one has grown to be q very
beautiful girl" said Albert quietly,
land you have reason to be proud OF
her."
Uncle Terry made no reply, but
seemed lost in O reverie, and Albert
slowly puffed 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 its
beacon fash just beyond, and Won
dered If he should see the girl again
that night. He was on the point Of
suggesting they 80 In and visit little
with the ladies when Uncle Terry
said:
81 believe ye called yerself lawyer,
Mr.. Page, an from Boston. Do ye hap
pen to know lawyer thar that has got
eyes like q cat an rubs his hands as II
he was washin' 'em while he's talk
in"
Albert gave start II do, Mr.. Ter-
ry." he answered. 81 know him we'll.
His name is Frye, Nicholas Frye"
can as ye're a lawyer, an one that
looks to me as honest" continued Uncle
Terry, what Is yer honest opinion OF
this Mr.. Fryer"
"That is a question l would rather
not answer" replied Albert until
know why you ask 1t and what your
opinion of Mr.. Frye is Mine might not
fiatter him, and 1 do not believe in
speaking i'll of anybody unless forced
to-"
Uncle Terry was silent, evidently re-
volving a serious problem In his mind.
'T am goin' to beg yer pardon, Mr..
Page" he said at last, "fer speakin'
the way 1 did regardin' lawyers in gin
eral. My 'sperence with 'em has been
bad, an materially don't trust 'em
much. I've had some dealin's with
this ere Frye bout matter l don't
want to tell bout, an the way things
Is workin' amt as they should be.
b'ueve I'm robbed right along, an If
we're willin' to help me shall be most
tarnally grateful an will give ye my
word I'll never let on to anybody what
We say-an' Silas Terry never yit broke