Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1906-06-27

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craft was moored. 1t had two occu-
pants this bright January morning,
and they We're sufficiently diverse In
appearance to attract the attention of
the local squad of that great army Of
loungers which seems to thrive in to-
baccO blessed content at all places
where men go down to the sea in
ships.
The pair consisted of weather beat
ell fisherman and girl.
The man was SCARED and blistered
by wind and wave until he had attain
ed much outward semblance to his
craft. Nevertheless, man and boat
looked reliable. They were sturdy and
strong; Anticipated, perhaps, and greatly
In want of new coat, but shaped on
lines to resist the elements together for
years to come. Ben Pollard and his
pilchard driver, Daisy, were Cornish
celebrities Of note. Not once, but
many times, had they been made i'm
mortal-with the uncertain immortal
ity of art-by painters of the Newlyn
school,
The girl, IN animated cameo, to
which the shabby picturesqueness of
old Ben in his patched garments and
old Daisy In her unkcmpt solidity sup
piled q fitting background, merited the
tacit approval she received from the
pipe smokers.
Flaxen haired, blue eyed, with face
of delicate, flowerlike beauty, which
added to its mobile charm by the
healthy glow of a skin frightened and
deepened in tone by an abiding love of
the open mir, she suggested, by her
attire, IN artistic study Of the color eff
fects derivable from the darlngly trust
full little plant which gave the boat its
name. She wore coat and skirt of
green cloth, lightly hemmed and cuffed
with dark red braid. Her large white
hat was trimmed with velvet of tone
to match the braid, and her neatly fit
ting brown boots and gloves were Of
the right shade. Beneath her coat
there was glimpse Of a knitted jersey
Of soft white wool, this being tribute
to the season, though winter in
Lyonnesse can usually shrus It's COM
Portable shoulders at the deceitful
yagaries of the Riviera.
That she was young person of
some maritime experience was visible
to the connoisseurs above at glance
She was busily engaged in packing the
spacious lockers of the Daisy with GER
tain stores Of apples, oranges and veg
etables-ranging from the lordly new
potato ian aristocrat at that time of
the year, to the plebeian cabbagc-and
her 1.-THE, active figure moved with IN
ease born of confidence in the cratic
principles of gravitation as codified
and arranged by q rocking boat.
Pollard, too, was overhauling his
gear, seeing that the mast was secure.
ly stepped and the tackle ran free.
While they worked they talked, and. of
course, the critics listened.
DO you think the weather will hold,
Ben" asked the girl over her shoulder.
STOPPING to arrange some clusters of
daffodils and narcissus SO that they
should not suffer by the lurch Of some
heavy package when the boat keeled
over.
1.-THE glass be a-fallin', sure. missy"
said the. old fellow cheerily, "but WI
the wind baclsin' round to the norrard
1t on'y means n drop O. wet"
tsYou think we will make the rock in
good timer
''We'm do our best, Miss Enid"
She sat up suddenly.
Don't you dare tell me, Ben Pollard,
that after all our preparations we may
have to turn back or run for inglorious
shelter into Lamorna."
Her mock Indignation induced mass
I've grin. "a mahogany table break
ing into mirth," was Ends private de-
scription of Ben's face when he smiled.
ZEE knaw the coast us well as
most" he said Farther go, stronger
blow, zee knaw."
"And not SO slow, eli, Ben? Really,
you and the Daisy look more tubby
every time I see you"
Thus disparaged, Pollard defended
himself and his craft.
me an Daisy IL sail to Gulf light
quicker'n any other two tubs in Pen
zance, missy. Her be long run ut
this time O. year, but you'm get there
all right, 'xpect. WI norrard breeze
we'm be safe enough. If the wind
makes zee en- zee ct comm, zee knaw."
She laughed quietly. Any reflection
on the spanking powers Of his pilchard
driver would rouse Ben instantly.
"As If l didn't know all you could
teach me-" she cried, "and rs IL any
one IN all Cornwall could teach me bet.
ter"
The old fisherman was Modified. He
looked along the quay.
thine we'm cast off," he said. miss
Constance be a plaguy long time
fetchin' them wraps"
"Oh, Ben, how can you say that?
She had to go all the way to the cot
tage. Why. ii she ram
Here she be-" he broke In, "an' she
b'ain't runnin', neither. Hers got a
young man in tow"
What announcement would straight
en- the back Of any girl of nineteen like
unto that? Enid Trevllllon turned and
stood upright.
"Why, It's Jack! she cried, waving
delighted hand.
$50 1t be-" admitted Pollard, after u
surprised stare. when l look land
ward my eyes b'ain't SO good us they
was"
He stated this fact regretfully. No
elderly sea dog will ever acknowledge
to failing vision when he gazes ut the
level horizon he knows so well. This
is 10 prctense Of unwilling age; 1t is
wholly true. The settled chaos Of the
shore bcwilders him. The changeful
sea cannot.
Meanwhile. the dawdlers lining the
wharf. following Ends signals with
their eyes. devoted themselves to u
covert staring at the young people
liurrylng along the quay.
Constance Brand. being n young and
pretty woman, secured their instant
sufTrages. Indeed. she would have
won the favorable verdict of n more
severe audience. Taller than Enid, she
had the brown hair and hazel eyes of
her father. TO him. too. she owed the
ffDnk self rolb,ut pnica of hood oud