The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1905-04-26

the wild roses, clusters OF red bunch
berries. Tho sun was almost down
when they reached the top OF n long
hill and he saw at its foot n small har-
Dor connected with tho ocean by II mar
row inlet and around 1t n dozen or
more brown houses. Beyond was n
tangle OF rocks and, rising above them,
the top OF q white lighthouse. Uncle
Terry, who had kept up Il running fire
of questions all the time, halted the
horse and said:
aye can now take yer first look ut
Saints Rest, otherwise known as the
Cape. We ketch some Holsters an fish
here nm hev prayer mectin's once u
week"
Then he chirrupcd to the horse, and
they ratified down the hill to q small
store, where lie left n mail pouch and
then followed n winding road between
the scattered houses and out to the
point, where stood n neat white dwell
ing close beside Il lighthouse.
"PH take yc into the house." said I'm
Gle Terry as the two alightcd, IAN tell
the w!mmIn folks to put on an extra
plate, an I'll put up the hoss."
L III NllNhN iN'bNbbS Nput iuhlliy
to some Inconvenience" responded AL
bert. land - 1t Is not dark yet 1 will
walk out on The point. l may see the
yacht and save YOU ail trouble"
The sun. a ball of fire. was almost at
the horizon, the sca all around lay an
unrUii.ed cXpansc OF dark blue, undu-
lating with the ground swells that
caught tie red glow of the sinking SUI
rs they came in and broke upon the
rocks. Albert walked Oh to the highest
OF the shore rocks and looked about.
There was no sign OF the Gypsy. and
only one bout MAS visible, and that a
dory rowcd by II man standing upright.
Over the still waters Albert could de-
tcct the measured stroke OF mis- oars.
That and the low rumble of the ground
swcils, breaking almost at his feet,
were the only sounds. 1t was like a
dream of solitude, far removed from
the world and all its distractions. For
q few moments he stood contemplating
the ocean allght 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 n girl lean
ing against n rock and watching the
setting sun. One elbow was resting on
the rock, her face reposlng 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 q
picture she could not have chosen q bet
ter position, and was SO alluring and
withal so sweet and unconscious that
for a moment he forgot all else, even
his w rudencss 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 'erc's Mr.. Page, Lissy," he said
rs they entered and met a stout, elder