The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1905-11-01

Z glance that Albert Page met
@sg as be bowed to the girl stand
ESe ing beside the table that even
ing was one he never afterward forgot
It was only one, for after that and dur
ing the entire meal her blue eyes were
kept yelled by their long lashes or mod
estly directed elsewhere
It's charming spot down here" be
remarked soon after the meal began,
"and so hidden that it is surprise. T
noticed the light as we came in, but
did not see the village
"Waal, We didn't miss anything" re
sponded his host. None O. the houses
are much for style, an mebbe ats lucky
they're hid behind the rocks"
Il thought them quaint and comfort
able" observed Albert ''but what an
odd name you have foc the place!
Why do you call it Saints Rest?"
Chiefly cause none o the people
have any chance to become sinners, I
reckon" was the answer. cts trife
lonesome in the winter, though"
Il suppose fishing is your principal
occupation here" continued Albert,
seeing that sentiment was not consid-
cred by Uncle Terry. ''Your land does
not seem adapted for cultivation"
There amt much chance for tillin',"
he replied The lands wussn whar
+ was brung up, down in Connecticut,
an thar we had ter round up the sheep
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 go out
while the wimnin 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
his admiration for the scene. His Of
fer Of q cigar to his host had been ac~
cepted, and as that quaint man sat
quietly enjoying an odor and flavor he
was unaccustomed to Albert said:
This experience has beer a surprise
to me from the moment I met you. l
had an ugly hours scramble over the
rocks and through a tangle Of scrub
spruce and briers until l 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 dom that, an is at
it sill the time she can git" Then be
added with a slight reflection Of pride.
"Mebbe ye noticed some O. her picturs
IN the sittin' room"
" saw lot Of pictures there" an.
swered Albert, but it was too dark to
see them well. I should Ike to look at
them in the morning"
'Yell hev plenty O. time" was the
reply, "I must pull my lobster traps
fust, an after that I'll take ye in my
dory an we'll go an find yer boat. /
guess she must be lrin' 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 she" asked Albert, Indifferent now
as to where the Gypsy was or when
he was likely to return to her. "Has
she ever taken Iessons?'
'No, it 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
tender tone. Telly's a goodvgirI, an
Lissy an me set great store by her.
She's all we've got in the world" Then
pointing to a small white stone just to
the right Of where they were, be
added, "Thar's whar the other ones
been layiH fer morn twenty years"
''This one has grown to be very
beautiful GIRL" said Albert quietly,
"ard you have reason to be proud OF
her"
Uncle Terry made no reply, but
seemed lost in rererte, and Albert
slowly puffed his cigar and looked out
on the ocean and along the ever widen
ing path Of moonlight. BE 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 flash just beyond, and Won
6ered If he should see the girl again
that night He was on the point Of
suggesting they so in and visit little
with the ladies when Uncle Terry
said:
II believe ye called yerself lawyer,
Mr.. Page, an from Boston. Do ye hap
pen to know a lawyer thar that has got
eyes like cat an rubs his Lands as If
he was washin' 'em while he's talk
in'?"
Albert gave start. II do, SIr. Ter
~" he answered. II know him we'll.
His name is Frye, Nicholas Frye"
AN as ye're lawyer. an one that
looks to me as honest" continued Uncle
Terry, what is yer honest opinion Of
this Mr.. Frye:"
THAT is a question would rather
not answer" replied Albert until I
know why you ask it and what your
opinion Of Mr. Frye is Mine might not
fatter him, and / 10 not believe In
speaking III of anybody unless forced
to-"
Uncle Terry was silent, evidently re-
volring o serious problem in his mind.