Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1905-03-18
n tall, thin man, deeply bronzed

| pushed Ddck his SOIl lelt NAT, leaned
over the rail of small pleasure"
steamer that made short trips between
Bar HarhOr and Jonesport twice and
thrice "A week
The man seemed somehow out OF
place among the storekeepers and
small tradesmen, who had brought ba-
bies, bottles. and biscuits. and were
having an outing.
The little steamer kept close in shore
after leaving the harbor. and the man
looked up at the giant red cliffs, their
summit crowned with crisp salt grass
as If every landmark was familiar.
His hand was brown and sinewy
like himself, and the cigar he held he
dropped overheard as the tiny craft
came In sight of Sidbrldge.
There Is no pier there; the leviathan
craft only stops there when ordered
70 get ashore the boat gently noses
the shingle and passengers ignomin-
lously walk the plank"
The man, looking shorewards tool;
out fresh cigar, and as it would
hot light he held 1t in his hand. look
ing still slrorewards. and his hand
essentially the hand Of worker
trembled.
A rent in the cliff cuts Sidbridge in
half.
Looking up from the sea one sees
houses on g. her side Of the fssure; a
square lowered stone church crowns
ali. As has been said, there is no pier
or landing stage, and barelegged little
fellows were rolling about on lumber
cOlOred nets spread out to dry.
Good God'-and there seemed no
SAVIOR Of irreverence as the man spoke
the words, and his keen gray eyes
were moist-'nOt "A speck of change
not a speckl No railway apparently.
no pier, no anything after twenty
yearsl And I've come 1900 miles to
see you and find you just as l left
your
"Eh-eh? It's my body that has
grown Old. not my heart
"Do you get OFF here, slr?"
Yes, purser, and look out for me on
your way back. What Il quaint old
The purser laughed.
"They say Of Sidbridge that no one
ever dies there and no change has tax
ell place for fifty years or more"
"Ah, it's different on my side. Im
from the other side OF the world"
Herbert Seaton walked the plank.
the only passenger to alight. leaving
buns and babies behind him, and, car
rying his grip. he went up the main
street, looking keenly from hand To
hand
The names on the few stores were
familiar to him. He nodded and gave
Good day" to an old lady summing
herself upon the doorstep, who return
ed his greeting with no sign Of recog-
ntion.
1.-THE old order changeth. giving place
to the new,
And God fulflls himself in many
ways"
he quoted and walked on, grip in hand,
his eyes glancing hither and thither
Beh nj the coast guards cottage is
small square. You enter it from the
main street by narrow passage that
looks like a cul de sac. but it opens
out into tiny quadrangle. where the
sound Of the sea scarcely peneuates.
The houses-all Of one pattern-are
! lime washed and tiled. with green
shutters, and the rust from the hinges
! has stained them almost red in patch
es.
And the man made his way towards
cLe with feet that Jagged. The green
shutters, the hall mark of respectable
ity. hung awry. and their hinges were
rusted He turned to the next house
and knocked at the door
At the house Of his quest the front
door swung to and fro.
Can you tell me where Mrs. Hay
garth has moved TOT"
Il have never heard the name. sir"
Did not Mrs. Haygarth-her name
was Radford before her marriage
come here to live on her wedding
dayr
BRADFORD is a common name here,
sir. There are three Margaret Rad
fords in the parish now"
But the Margaret mean married
the New York broker twenty years
ago"
That is long before my time. sir.
But the broker, l have heard, was
killed on his wedding day"
Give me the address of these Mar
garet Radfords. I've been clean
away for many years.
The Yankee speech slipped back to
the mans tongue, and the young WON
an laughed, for at first the man spoke
with the twang Of a foreigner.
We'll" she said. the laugh still upon
her lips. there's Margaret who's gone
clean away Margaret who bides TO
Salcombe. and the schulz mistress
! her what bides tew Peak schulz"
what bonuy maidl Is that yours?
There, mitew
And he put a gold piece into the
ready little palm.
who am | to thank, sirf"
Herbert Seaton."
J And not a tinge OF recognition came
over the womans face.
He was as forgotten as II he'd
never "bided tew Sidbridge," and the
woman he was talking TO and he were
sweethearts twenty years before.
SO he made his way TO Margaret
Radford who bided near the church,