Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1906-10-11

ants this bright January morning
nd they were sufficiently diverse in
bpearnnce to attract the attention Of
le local squad Of that great army Of
|ungers which seems TO thrive in to.
acco blessed content at all places
here men 60 down to the sea in
hips.
The pair consisted Of weather beat
fisherman and girl
The man was Scared and blstered
wind and wave until he had attain.
much outward semblance to his
taft. Nevertheless, man and boat
oked reliable. They were sturdy an6
rong; ANTICIPATED. perhaps. and greatly
want of new coat, but shaped or
mes to resist the elements together fol
ears to come Ben Pollard and his
lchard driver, Daisy, were Cornish
Plebrities Of note. Not once, but
lany times. had they been made i'm
ortRl-with the uncertain immortal
Of art--by painters of the Newlyn
rhool.
The girl, an animated cameo. to
hich the shabby picturesqueness o,
d Ben in his patched garments ano
Daisy in her unkempt solidty sup
led fitting background, merted the
cit approval she received from the
pc smokers.
Flaxen haired. blue eyed. with Il face
delicate, hOwerike beauty, which
dded to its mobile charm by the
ealthy glow of a skin frightened and
eepened in tone by an abiding love of
le open air, she suggested. by her
tire, an artistic study of the color eff
'cts derivable from the daringly trust
hl little plant which gave the boat it's
Hme She wore coat and skirt Of
reen cloth, lightly hemmed and cuffed
18th dark red braid. Her large white
BIT was trimmed with velvet OF tone
match the braid. and her neatly fit
ng brown boots and gloves were of
be right shade Beneath her coat
ere was n glimpse Of knitted Jersey
soft white wool. this being n tribute
the season, though winter in
yonnesse can usually shrug its com
rtable shoulders at the deceitful
igaries Of the Riviera.
That she was young person Of
me maritime experience was visible
the connoisseurs above At a glance.
be was busily engaged in packing the
Pacious lockers of the Daisy with GER
in stores Of apples, oranges and veg
ables-ranging from the lordly new
plato IAN aristocrat at that time Of
e year) to the plebeian cabbage-and
pr 1.-THE, active figure moved with an
lse born Of confidence in the erratic
Finciples of gravitation as codi1ed
hd arranged by rocking boat.
Pollard, too, was overhauling his
ear, seeing that the mast was secure
stepped and the tackle ran free.
7hile they worked they talked and, of
purse, the critics listened.
do you think the weather will hold,
EN- ?" asked the girl over her shoulder.
looping to arrange some clusters of
affodils erd narcissus 80 that they
hould not suffer by the lurch Of some
eavy package when the boat keeled
yer.
1.-THE glass be afalin' sure, missy"
aid the old fellow cheerily, "but wi
pe wind backin round to the norrard
only means drop o wet"
"You think we will make the rock in
God tlme?"
WEN do our best Miss Enid"
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She sat up suddenly.
Don't you dare tell me, Ben Pollard
nat after all our preparations we may
ave to turn back or run for inglorious
better into Lamorna."
Her mock Indignation induced a mass.
Re grin. "A mahogany table break
pg into mirth," was Ends private de-
cription Of Bens face when he smiled,
ZEE knaw the coast as well as
host" he said. Farther 60, stronger
low, zee knaw."
on and the Daisy look more tubby
very time I see you"
Thus dlsparaged, Pollard defended
imself and his craft.
"Me an Daisy IL sail to Gulf light
uickern any other two tubs in Pen
hnce, missy. Her be a long run at
his time O year, but you'm get there
II right, 'xpect. WI norrard breeze
rem be safe enough. If the wind
hakes zee en- zee ct comm, zee knaw."
She laughed quietly. Any reflection
the spanking powers Of his pilchard
river would rouse Ben instantly.
"As il didn't, know all you could
each me-" she Cried, land as IL any
ne in all Cornwall could teach me bet
er"
The old fisherman was molliHed. He
BOXED along the quay.
thine WEN cast off," he said. "NIiss
Constance be plaguy long time
etchin' them wraps"
"Oh, Ben, how can you say that?
he had to go all the way to the cot.
age. Why. II she ram
Here she be-" he broke in, IAN she
amt runnin', neither. Hers got a
Dung man in tow"
What announcement would straight.
the back Of any girl Of nineteen like
INTO that? Enid Trevilllon turned and
TODD upright.
why, it's Jack" she cried, waving
delighted hand
so 1t be- admitted Pollard, after a
lrprised stare. when I look land
ard my eyes b'aln't 80 good as they
as."
He stated this fact regretfully. No
derby sea dog will ever acknowJedCo