The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1904-03-04
A SON OF gNaK.
By N. Louise Cummins.

by lOuAoC Su4b1llhS.
"And there were giants on the earth
in those days" wonderingly quoted
Kitty, as she shot a glance over the
bow of the sloop yacht.
The Titan occupied the center
thwart of a dory ahead. Behind the
vigorous swing of his mighty arms
the becalmed sailboat was being
drawn harborward.
Who is he, Brad?" Kitty turned to
the brother who had Joined her in
the bow.
The strong man of the village,
my dear, Capt. Angus Rowe, and en-
gagged, understand, to that Juno
esque girl with the rather plain face
and splendid hair"
20, the girl who launders my friv-
ols?'
Il suppose so , hear that nothing
but a iiaphtha engine stands between
them and their own freside.'"
How's that"
why, if our son of Anak' could
afford to put naphtha in his boat he
would be independent of the tickle
breeze O. wind which played us such
a scurvy trick this afternoon, and
could double mis- profits"
II see. Well, anyhow, I'm glad his
strength came to our rescue tonight.
did not want to be late"
"Of course not l suppose poor Ross
is coming on shore to try his luck for
the twentieth time, if he can get
leave"
Kitty made protesting move. But
as she stepped from the yachts deck
to the wharf her eyes wandered to
the fleet of warships which made the
little harbor OF Windhaven look woe
fully overcrowded
Perhaps the truant eyes accounted
for the misstep which followed. Capt.
Angus big arm went around the little
figure like fash. lifting it to place
of safety.
20, thank you!"
There was a breatnless gasp of graf
itude and another barbed glance from
the brown eyes.
Look here. Kit, you mustn't smile a
hole through that fellows content"
her brother admonished as they turn
ed away.
There seemed little fear of that as
the "son of Anak" strobe to where the
glory of setting sun marked out
what to him were as harbor lights
the rich gold OF girls head and
little silver chatelaine watch, which
rose and fell upon Hebe-like bosom
That it rose and fell so rapidly just
now was due to that misstep of Kittys
and the sight of Angus Rowe's arm as
1t shot around her The girls eyes
were not lifted from the square of
drawnwork in her hands as the man
drew near.
Been waiting long, Bill?" His hand
descended with tender strength upon
her shoulder, The tall head stopped
tnvoluntarily as though his lips would
like to reach her hair.
Waiting! sWell. l guess"
Bill drew the shoulder away cold
ty and Capt. Angus smothered sigh
1t had been hard. Improbable day
The naphtha engine seemed farther
VI thsf.A E'CAs w III utSp, ulStOuI
ed breath the tired man dropped on a
rough bench near which they stood
The sound was as match to the pent-
up fuel of Bits jealousy.
Il suppose you're going to take her
out again tomorrow" she flung
around at him.
"Who?"
"Who?" the girl laughed aloud, and
1t was not a pleasant sound THE
lady. The one who stood in the bow
to talk to you all the way in today"
"She didn't talk to me-"
And who you were so almighty
careful about just now"
The man turned his head YEARLY
20 look at her. Was she getting tired
Of waiting? Four years was long
lime. Then his mind wandered back
30 the subject of this discussion and
he said the worst thing possible I'M
der the circumstances.
why shouldn't be careful OF her?
She's pretty and kind and-a lady, as
vou said
Bill was quite silent. but her body
Sairly quivered. All that day she had
stood over an ironing board-she,
whose father had owned his own yes
sci before ne went dawn with his ship
Dff the coast of Greenland-her deft
lands bringing to state of Numbered
perfection the costly lawns and laces
Of a girl no better born than herself.
who could so sailing in Angus Rowes
boat at any hour of the day she chose.
No wonder life looked all distorted to
her tired eyes.