Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1909-06-10

SA oWoFs WHICH sneitSroQ o rus
tic altar dedicated TO St. Thsrese,
over which the name of Blanche had
been wrought in the large letters,
formed by a. number Of suspended
lamps. which threw q softened liQh,
for q considerable space around.
Hither. after supper. Mr.. Warden,
with q small party Of his guests,
had strolled in the interval before
the sports Of the evening were re-
snmed. Cocklescraft had watched
the opportunity, and now. some
uhat elated with wins a well a
bnoysd I'D wish hope. had tracked
the Collectors footsteps until he
found him separated some little srjacs
from his company.
well met, Master Wardeni" was
the skipper's accost, so Familiarity
whispered in the ear of his host
as to produce Q slight movement OF
surprise. well met, Caballerol I
have q word for your private ear;
this way If you please. 10 is some
what cool. SO will to my purpose
roundly. in seaman's fashion,"
Speak. but quickly. Master Cock.
lescraft. and in plain phrase: shall
like it the better"
Master Warden. then. without
mincing the matter. l would have
your leave TO WOO our beautiful maid
en- your daughter"
Who.-what, ,-how2" interrupt.
ed the Collector, in o voice that
spoke his astonishment.
You daughter. Mistress Blanche:
sy, and have your good word TO the
suit: love her Ike Q true son of
the sea heartily, and In that sort
would WOO her,"
What is IL you as kr' again spoke
the host with increased surprise.
Il have gear enough. Master War
den; no man may turn his heel on
me for lack of gold"
How now. sirrahi" intsrrupted
the Collector, as In this brief space
the storm had gathered to the burst
ing point: You would WOO my
daughter2-woo her?-my Blanche?
Richard Cocklescraft. have you lost
you wits--turned fool. idiot; or In
year brain -fevsred with drink2
You make suit TO my daughterl
You win and wear q damsel of her
nurturei Hear me. Your craft In
a good craft do not deny il; an
honest calling, when lawfully follow
edl q brave callingl but you sail on
a false reckoning when you hope
to find favor with my girl Blanche.
Your rough sea-jacket. and your
sharking license on the salt see,
mates not with daughter OF mine:-
the rose-leaf and the sea-nettlei
You venture too largely on your
welcome, sirrahl" he said, as his
anger began to show itself In his
quickened speech, above bis effort
to restrain il. Master Skipper,
there is insolence in this. Hark
you. siri IL you would not have me
disown your acquaintance and for
bid you my house. you will
never speak again Of my daughter.
With this brief rebuke of the skip
per's aspirations the host retreated
hastily, and much out OF humor, into
the house, leaving bis guest in q
state of bewilderment at the sudden
and unexpected issue of the inter-
view. For a moment the seaman
stood fixed on the spot. his lips COM
pressed, his hands clenched, and
his eye directed to the retiring fig
ure OF the Collector: at length begin
ming 10 find breath and motion, he
mutted, so 10 has come 10 thisl he
has been playing the hypocritei Il
was but holiday welcome, after
ALL shall note 10 for future remem-
brance. A sea-nettlel BY Saint
Anthony he shall find me onel And
that sharking license he spoke Of:
he shall taste It's flavor. This girl
has been trained in her dislikes.
Oh. ID is bis sport TO see me foiledl
am brought here express to the
ball by his persuasion,-nay COM
mand; l am caressed with cour-
tesies, and even challenged 10 romps
with the maiden by his own lips.
Who so free in his admission here
as I2-Richard Cocklescraft, for
soothi One would have thought We
had been fellow thieves In our time;
there was such cronying In his
phrase: and then at last. when frank
ly / tell him my purpose. | am to be
huffed and hectored Of the ground
with bullying speechesl He must
bounce me as IL / were q cowardly
boy. Oh, wind and wave and broad
sea skyl il was not in your nursing
l learned the patience to bear this
wrong. You are not too old yet,
Anthony Warden, TO be taught the
hazard of rousing Q Blood Brotherl
And rs for you. gay maiden. dream
on Of your bookish ballad singer,
Master Albert I have O reckoning