Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1907-06-25

across III, was SpecKleQ WIN ndheTs
trawlers, and long, sharp seine boats
The sail Of a jigger flashed gayly by
them over the gloomy water, which
was all alive with finny things
shrimp. and heering and menhaden
Fleetwood was fond of sailing. He
had been out with Rube Dexter num-
berless times in the last week, but
never before had he seen the young
fellow so absorbed and detected. "Oh,
it's love, 'tis love, it's love, that makes
the world go round" and tits love, al
so, from which most Of the sorrows of
the world spring.
| Where is the Porgy Light Of which
your father was speaking?" asked
Fleetwood, at last.
"Over yon," replied the unhappy low
er, with a vague nod toward the far
horizon; and then, with a sudden burst
Of confidence, as though his narrowed
soul must find voice, I'm that cut up
at times, sir, that I've a good mind to
jump into the sea, and let the darned
dogfish eat mel"
Don't do it, Reuben" said Fleet
wood, scarcely able to repress a smile.
"A faint heart never won fair lady.
Don't immediate yourself! She may re-
lent"
| t'No, she won't" answered poor
Rbbe. as he trimmed his sail, discon-
soiately I'm no mate for her, and 1
know It, 1 never see her, but what I
thinks of the sun coming up over the
water. She orders me about like a
slave. She looks at me, and my breath
goes-Tm limp as wet seaweed-l
couldn't speak a word to her to save
my life; but she knows I'm ready to
die for her, and she don't hold me Of
any more account, sir, than sand un-
der her feet"
"She must be very high and NIGH
ty maiden, Reuben"
"Yes, sir" drearily, shes that, and
good deal more. There's nothing
that can go ahead of her in these
parts. She's like an eagle among lot
of mackerelgulls."
Poor fellow" thought Fleetwood,
"he has the disease bad! Thank Heav-
en-! the woman does not live who could
reduce me to this state Of mind"
"By Jove!" called out Fleetwood.
suddenly, what is this?"
1t was fog, thick, white, curious,
dropping upon them in moment, like
a great blanket. The catboat was
completely enveloped, and cut of from
all surrounding objects. Very sudden
1t was, and very disagreeable. Fleet
wood could scarcely see the face Of his
companion.
"Dem it," said Rube, in disgust,
that's the way the stuff drifts In on
We, sometimes, thick enough to cut"
rs 1t likely to lift soon?'
hats mighty uncertain, sir"
Directly q sound, like stertorous
blowing, saluted the ears Of the two.
Who can tell II Rube's amatory alb
straction had not affected his seaman
ship this morning? At any rate, he
sat, as If paralyzed for one moment,
fand the next, Fleetwood saw looming
up and over the catboat, in that white,
binding mist. great dingy sail, a
black, battered bow, and 10! in an in
slant he found himself struggling in
the intensely cold water, Rube Dexter
with him, and away went the catboat
down the crest Of great wave, bot
tom side up.
Help" roared Reuben. "You have
swamped us! Help there, for Gods
sake!"
But the schooner, hearing nothing,
seeing nothing in that binding fog,
vanished into it's ghostly embrace with
no response. From another quarter,
however, and from a greater distance,
a woman's voice rang out across the
sea, and never was sound more well
come to the ear Of Fleetwood.
Speak again!" 1t said. Where are
you?"
Rube with his mouth full of sea-
water raised cry:
Boat ahoy-ahoy-ahoy!"
"Ahoy 1t Isl" the voice answered.
To Be Continued.