The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1908-09-01

gantly. Madeline. you are the girl for
me. | want to change the gold that the
sand gives up to me into laces and
silks and fine linen for you. dear. into
Jewels to sparkle in your little pink
ears and at your white throat and on
your pretty hands. | want to spend
my gold for you as king would give
10 his queen. May l, Madeline?'
why. Jamiew Madeline was look
ing up at me, laughing, though her
dark eyes held no hint of laughter
why jamie. you will turn poet vet.
nat was a pretty. pretty speech"
breath from the sea. piercing cold
struck me.
But you haven't answered my ques-
tion yet, DEAR" | said haltingly.
The demand for something creates
the supply you said, jamie, but I
don't believe it is always true-not in
this case anyway. 1t is good of you TO
want to buy things for me. but must
decline, with thanks"
But Madeline. you have to work
now. and l could no everything for
you
The little head was raised so indie
pendently.
i am proud to earn my own living.
/ thought you understood me better
than that
The unkind breath of the sea struck
me again. chilling my body even as her
words made cold my heart.
IF you could change your mind" /
began. Il could wait till-tilp'-
Til sour grapes become sweet and
the mulberry leaf satin," she smiled.
You would tire of waiting. But we
won't talk about it any more. Now
/ m rested shall we explore the cavesY'
L rose at once and helped her to her
feet. Without animation and almost in
silence we looked at the different col
orea lodges of the cave ceiling. we saw
the little sponges on the rocks. we
viewed the curious coal tar formations
and then we took the narrow trail
homeward.
"The day has grown so cold, jamie,
that it won't be pleasant to stay as we
had planned to do" she said, but her
dark eyes evaded mine as she said it.
/ understood. 1t was not the change
of the day that had come to us, but the
change in ourselves, in our relations to
each other.
Next day brought news of a storm at
sea. The sun was shining, but the
wavac xyaro ruppino ;rnynaocalv b;ph
Standing in the door of my cabin
twelve feet above the sands, saw it
and realized my finish. My house and
the house which sheltered Madeline
and the other houses on the bluff were
probably not in danger. But my dredg-
er! When a man stands twelve feet
above ocean level and cannot view the
open sea because of the height of the
breakers, he clearly understands the
fate of a gold dredger or any other
object in its very path.
In the course of hours it was all
over. Looking at the deceptive calm.
one never would have imagined the
destruction the sea had wrought.
stood on the beach and viewed the
wreck of my fortune.
+ Fifty thousand feet of lumber which
had once been the boat lay scattered
along the shore farther than the eye
could reach. Ten thousand dollars
worth of machinery which had been
the motive power of the boat lay here
and yon in millions of pieces, burying
themselves in the sand, while the work
| of brain and toll of hands had been as
nothing to the sea in her madness.
AS l stood there voice came sweet
ly to my ears, and a hand was laid
timidly on my arm.
at seems such a pity, Jamie, such
a dreadful thing to have happened.
but / do believe everything that hap
pens is for the best if we can only look
at it right. I'm so sorry. but you
aren't entirely discouraged, are you,
jamie"
My pulse leaped at the sound of her
voice. If could have had her, what
would / have cared for any other loss
in the whole world?
There are many worse things In
life, grille" I answered, smiling at
her. 81 shall do the work again;
that's ALL 1t wouldn't do to let my
self grow discouraged"
Then a most surprising thing hap