The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1905-10-22

before noon; she passed the end Of
the old wrecked pier, and made her
way almost as far as the lighthouse on
the new quay. Here, nimble as
monkey, she swung herself to the half
deck of a fishing boat, smaller much
than those that seek the pilchards Of
st, Ives Bay. The boat was grandly
built, for fishing boats take the sea.
at her own estimate and meet wind
and waves, expecting neitheE~ consider
alton nor mercy. Her one mast was
stumpy, her sail of coarse canvas, and,
/ her rudder and tilIer clumsy and prac-
teal. For more than a week DugaId
! McVennel had spent his hours maxim
her snod,' as he called it. He could
scour away all signs of the fish, but
never the smell Indeed, the odor of
the pilchard and herring was as gra-
clous TO mis- nostrils as is the redo
/ Ience of the rose to a lover
| Jean mad made herself comfortable
when along the quay came McVennel,
the "kist'' carried lightly upon his.
| nigh shoulders. A small knot of men
smoked pipe and watched the High
lander. Dugald to them was a man.
III the rough; they had never UNDER
STOOD MN any more than they had I'M
derstood the artists that haunt their
coasts To these Cornish fishermen the.
tongue McVennel spoke was harsh. nm
couth; his silence deep and savage.
and his exterior too rugged by far.
while, as to his soul, they had never
managed to get under the skin of the
man. True, they knew him to be as
mindful of the Sabbath dav as the
pest OF them, but he did not keep the
Gay in their way and as. night follows
hot h.
in the right way. The sea breeds mar
row minded people in Cornwall.
The chest Mcvennel carried was.
carefully wrapped up in a thick
blanket
What thing is that he carries on,
his shoulder" asked one.
He has taken up his bed and walks -
That is not his bed, by a good four
feet"
An would that he might take up.
his spiritual bed, said sanctimonious,
one.
Aye. you are right there. But I
fe@r he has lain too long on the flow.
cry beds of ease, spiritually" And
DGEald McVennel was a Prebvterian.
"A young man. more energetic or more.
lnquisitive than the rest, sauntered
over to where the Tarbert man stood
i""eFlhS MS chest to the boat
thinking of sail this evening, Nc
Vennel?" he inquired
L was thinking" Numbered McVen--
mel with disconcerting abruptness.
A wild, ferocious light burned in the.
eyes which the Highlander turned up
on MS questfoner. The young fisher
man took a hurried step back He
stainmered:
Il thought you might like me to.
give you hand
No, nor a foot. The less I'm heipet
the more Tn thankful"
The Cornishman fastened back TO.
ms companions, and for the hundredth
time they discussed the failings OF the
aged man, and thanked God thew were,
not as other men are
McVenneI again made off. and re-
turned with a great clothes basket
neaped full. More wonderment on the
part of the onlookers. Ten minutes
iater the boat was safely round the
pend OF the quay, it's prov pointing due.
west The Cornish folk, clustered To-
gether, beheld the old man seat hirn-
| self with the tiller un Ter his arm They
saw him take the little cir, on his
knee, and cuddle her close 20 him.
This beautiful evening. as the oreezes,
aerial butterflies, flung themselves OFF
the green lands of Cornwa J TO dip and
swing across the face of the wa tiers.
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