Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1905-03-15
THE RETURN OF
THE PR0,D|lIGliAL,
BY GEORGE 0ARTLEY
TALL, thin man, deeply bronzed

looked up at the giant red cliffs, their
summit crowned with crisp salt grass.
as il 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 Sidbridge.
There is no pier there; the leviathan
craft only stops there when ordered. 10
get ashore the boat gently noses the
single and passengers ANONYMOUSLY
walk the plank.
The man, looking shorewards, took out
a fresh cigar, and, as it would not light.
wards. and his Enthusiastically the
hand of worker-trembled.
A rent in the cliff cuts Sidbridge in
half
Looking up from the sea one sees
houses on either side of the assure;
square lowered stone church crowns all.
AS has been said, there is no pier or
landing stage, and bare legged little
fellows were rolling about on umber
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 speck of change-not
speck! No railway apparently, no pier,
no anything. after 20 years! And I've
come 10000 miles to see you and find
you just as left you!"
"Eh-eh? It's my body that has
grown old, not my heart"
DO you get off here, sir?'
Eyes, purser, and look out for me on
your way back. What a quaint old place
this seems to be!''
The purser laughed.
'They say of Sidbridge that no one
ever dies there and no change has taken
place for so years or more.''
"Ah, it's different on my side! I'm
from the other side of the world
Herbert Seaton walked the plank, the
only passenger to alight, leaving buns
and babies behind him, and, carrying
his grip, he went up the main street,
looking keenly from hand to hand
The names on the few stores were IA
miliar to him. He nodded and gave
Good day." to an old lady summing her.
self upon the doorstep, who returned
his greeting with no sign of recognition.
The old order changeth, giving place
to the new.
And God fulfills himself in many ways"
he quoted and walked on, grip in hand,
| his eyes glancing hither and thither.
Behind the coast guards cottage is q
| small square. You enter it from the
| main street by a narrow passage that
| looks like cul de sac, but it opens out
into tiny quadrangle, where the sound
Of the sea scarcely penetrates.
| The houses-all Of one pattern-are
lime washed and tiled. with green shut
ters, and the rust from the hinges has
stained them almost red in patches.
And the man made his way towards
one with feet that Jagged. The green
shutters, the hall mark of responsibility,
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. Haygarth
has moved to-"
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 day."
''Radford is a common name here, sir.
There are three Margaret Radfords in
the parish now"
But the Margaret mean married the
New York broker 20 years ago.
That is long before my time, sir.
But the broker, 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 woman
laughed, for at first the man spoke with
the twang of foreigner
WELL" 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 bonny maid! Is that yours?
There, mite!"
And he put gold piece into the ready
little palm.
who am to thank, sir?"
Herbert Seaton."
And not tinge of recognition came
over the woman's face.
He was as forgotten as if he'd never
'bided tew Sidbridge," and the woman
he was talking to and he were sweet
hearts 20 years before.
So he made his way to Margaret Rad
ford who bided. near the church, and
finding the announcement that apart
ments were to let, engaged bedroom,
and there was no grumbling about her
terms, for the Australian had generosity
all over him!
Then Herbert Seaton made his way up
the steep path he had been told led to the
''schulehouse."
| In his day he remembered the local
eobbler kept school and turned out per-
haps poor scholars, but good fishermen,
and he emphasized his remarks with a
strap. Seaton felt it now. Between
hedges 20 feet high, up the steep red
path he made his way, and at the end
stood the schoolhouse, facing the sea,
He stood outside for some minutes
brushing perspiration from his fore
head.
Il was tiny climb, after all is said
and done, but he painted painfully and
drank in the air from the sea.
! Then he peered between the serried
ranks OF fuchsia and myrtle that stood
on the broad window sill, and he saw a
beautiful woman, of nearly his own age.
| whO had hluo contlo ovoc and a ,out,o