Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1904-06-23

Terry, who had kept up running fire
horse and said:
Eye can now take yer first look at
Saints Rest, otherwise known as the
Cape. We ketch some Holsters an fish
here an hev prayer meein's once a
week"
Then he chirruped to the horse, and
they ratified down the hill to q small
store. where he left mail pouch and
then followed winding road between
the scattered houses and out to the
point, where stood neat white dwell
ing close beside lighthouse.
"I'll take We into the house," said IN
p Gle Terry as the two alighted, IAN tell
J the wimmin folks to put on an extra
plate, an I'll put up the hoss."
I'm afraid I'm putting your family
to some inconvenience" responded Al
bert, land as it is not dark yet will
walk out on the point. may see the
yacht and save you all trouble"
Thessun, ball of fire, was almost at
the horizon, the sea all around lay an
unrufied expanse Of dark blue, undu-
lating with the ground swells that
caught the red glow Of the sinking sun
as they came in and broke upon the
rocks. Albert walked on to the highest
of the shore rocks and looked about.
There was no sign Of the Gypsy, and
only one boat was visible, and that a
dory rowed by man standing upright.
Over the still waters Albert could de-
tect the measured stroke Of his oars.
That and the low rumble of the ground
swells. breaking almost at his feet,
Were the only sounds. 1t was like
dream Of solitude, far removed from
the world and all Its distractions. For
a few moments he stood contemplating
the ocean alight with the setting suns
red glow, the gray rocks at his feet and
the tall white lighthouse towering
above him, and then started around the
point. He had not taken ten> steps
when he saw the figure Of girl lean
setting sun. One elbow was resting on
the rock, her face reposing in her open
hand and fingers half hid in the thick
masses Of hair that shone in the sun
light like FURNISHED gold. A broad sun
hat lay on the rock, and the delicate
profile of her face was sharply outlined
against the western sky.
She had not heard Albert's steps, but
stood there unconscious Of his scrutiny
He noted the classic contour of her fea-
lures, the delicate oval of her lips and
chin, and his artist eye dwelt upon and
admired her rounded bosom and per-
feet shoulders. Had she posed for a
picture she could not have chosen a bet
ter position. and was so alluring and
withal so sweet and unconscious that
for moment he forgot all else, even
his own rudeness in standing there and
staring at her. Then he recovered him
self and, turning, softly retraced his
steps SO as not to disturb her. Who
she was he had no idea and was still
wondering when he met Uncle Terry,
who at once invited him into the house
This 'ere's Mr.. Page, Lissy," he said
as they entered and met a stout, elder
ly and gray haired woman. Il found
him up the road spell an wantin' to
know whar he was.'
Albert bowed.
II am sorry to intrude," he said, "but
had lost my boat and all points of the
compass when your husband kindly
took me in charge"
Being offered q chair, Albert sat
down and was left alone. He surveyed
the plainly furnished sitting room, with
open fireplace. many colored rag car
pet on the floor, old fashioned chairs
and dozens of pictures on the walls.
They caught his eye at once, mainly
because of the oddly Of the frames.