Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1905-10-05
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how far too WELL he, Yorke, knew
Finetta; wondering whether he hadn't
better cut town and marry Eleanor
Dallas and have fifty thousand
pounds, wondering
"Oh, dash fl What Is the Tse OF
bothering, on such q morning, too"
Then he stopped suddenly, for he
saw young girl sitting on the shingle
with her back to the break.water. II
was Leslie, sitting rs Ralph Duncombc
had left her. She had the ring in hen
hand, her bosom was still heavng,
her heart troubled, her eyes fixed on
vacancy. There was tear trembling
on the long black lashes and faint
culver on the parted lips, and Yorko
Auchester as, unseen by her, he stood
and looked at her, saw this. Now,
one OF this young mans foibles wah
the desire, when he saw people in
distress or trouble, to help them out
of It, or, failing IN his capacity to do
Tint, to at any rate try to cheer them
up and console them.
That's the pretty irl from over the
way" he unused. Pretty! It's n
lovely Unexpectedly lovely Now
She can't be up to her neck In debt,
and--and the rest OF It. Got into n
scrape, | expect, and somebody--papa
or mamma, suppose-has been bully
Ing her. | should think whoever
they are, they must find II difficult TO
worry such nm angel rs that. She's
been crying or going to cry. Now
what an ass of Il world this Is! II /
were to go down and ask her what
was the matter and try to cheer
her up, and tell her there wasn't any
thing In the world worth crying for
she'd jump up like n young Wild eat,
feel herself insulted, and shrek for
her brother or her father, and there'd
be q row. And yet, where would be
tho harm2 | know this, that If | were
sitting there, down on my luck, |
should like her to come and console
me; but that's different, suppose.
Well, as the man said when his
brotherin.law tumblel out OF the
seconl,story window, It's no business
OF mine"
hut though he made this wise retlee
tIon, no still stood and looked ut her
wstfully, until, afraid that she might
turn her head ana see him, he went
down the beach and sat on the other
side OF the renkwater.
Leslie did not hear MIN, was quite
unconscious of his proximity, did not
even notice the perfume from the
choice Havana. What was troubling
her was the memory of Ralph Dun,
combeS passionate words and melo'
dramatic promises, and the question,
what would she DO with the ring?
She would have died rather than put
It on her finger; she didn't like
though she was temptedto pitch It
In the sea, So she still held II in her
soft, hot, little palm. Happy ring
So these two sat. Presently the
peculiar desire which assalls every.
body who sits ON the beach mt the
seaside began to assail Yorke, Why
II should be impossible to refrain from
finging stones into the sea, 1t Is i'm
possible to say, The clever people
have found out most things, or say
they have, but this still beats them,
Yorke, like everybody else, found
the desire irresistible Half I'M
consciously he took up n stone, and
SHE'D II at the end pile of the break
water, He missed It. mechanically
took another aim, and hit IT. then he
absently found Il piece of wood-the
fragment of some wreck which had
gone down outside In the bay, per-
hnps-and threw that as far as he
could into the swollen, angry waves
which rolled. growing and showing
their teeth, along the sand.
A minute, perhaps two, nfterward
he heard cry of distress behind him,
and looking round, saw Leslie stand.
ing and gazing seaward with n
troubled, anxious look in her gray
eyes
Yorke was astonished What on
earth had happened? Had she caught
sight OF vessel going down, n boat
upset, or what?
She began to run down the beach,
her small feet touching the big
howlders with the lightness and con,
hdence OF familiarity; and once more
phn p,.inl .,nt ltgIppuaF,rily
Whats the matter?" shouted
Yorke
"DiclS--it's Dicls'" she said.
Dick? Who-which-- where?"
ITS little iog-there; little
black.anj-tan: don't YOU see him
All, he Is 80 small"
Il see him. said Yorke. What's
he doing out there?--and can't Nc
swim?"
Yes, oh, yes; but the tide is going
ont and he has got too far, and the
current is dreadfully strong, Oh,
poor, poor Dick, He went out after q
piece of wood or something that some
one threw"