Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1910-11-24

1T PELL our AT HER TOUCH.
tain Amos house had intcrposcd its
bulk Phoebe felt personally aggrieved.
She had even approached the doughty
captain and laid her complaint before
him. Il never can tell what the
weather's going TO be without seeing
that vane," she said.
"ril put one up ON my cupola,"
promised the captain affably.
Il won't look at it-probably it'll not
be good for anything" said Miss
Phoebe pecvishly, and so she went
home.
Captain Amos and Phoebe had
known each other all their lives; they
had gone to school together. and they
had attended mccrymakingS as they
grew older Phoebe had danced holes
in her slippers under the skillful guild
aucc OF Amos Dodge. and Amos had
been caught 10y his father while con
cocting Il love letter to Phoebe and
an incipient romance had been de-
stroyed
Amos had run away from his moth
erless home, and Phoebe had forgotten
all about him until years afterward.
when his father was dead and buried.
he came home n childless widower and
built u house on the brow of the hill
beyond Phocbe's solitary cottage.
There had been no sentiment about
their meeting Their first words had
been a disagreement about the wealth
er vane, aud neither had recovered.
Now Phoebe craned her soft round
throat in n vain cndeavor to learn the
direction OF the wind.
A barefoot boy whiStled past, fish
ing rod over his shoulder and a can Of
bait dangling from his hand
Where You going. Hcnnie;" asked
Miss Phoebe
after blucs-they're running down
in the channel" returned the boy.
which ways the wind?" asked
Phoebe.
81 dunno" said Hcnnic stupidity.
Don't make no difference about wind.
The tides coming ill., ana the blues
are running in with it."
Il believe I'll go and get some for
my supper, It's too fine day to stay
in, Hennie. I'll give you nickel If
youll get me some bait. What you
got there:"
"Mummles."
"Want to sell emp
81 don't mind"
"I'll take EN-. Wait a minute"
After the transaction was concluded
Phoebe ran back to the cottage and
donned an ancient skirt and knitted
jacket On her head she tied pink
suuhonnet. ana over her feet she drew
rubber overshoeS She packed Il small
basket of lunch. fed the cat, hunted n
rod and line from the woodshCd, locked
up the cottage and scurriCd down to
her little boathOuSe on the beach below
Presently she was rowing slowly out
toward the harbor'S mouth, where lit
tie boats were dotted about laden with
eager fishermen. for hlucfsh were run
ming plentifully
Phoehc's bright brown eyes had dis
covered more isolated spot where
she had learned by experience that
the current ran swiftly and where ex-
cellent luck might be had. This was
between the hreakwater and the long
sand spit that became an island when
the tide was high,
1t was fast becoming an island now.
and save for one lone fisherman the
little channel was quite deserted. Tor
there was exciting sport In the har-
boris mouth
Such a clever little sailor woman as
Phoebe Allen found no difficulty in
getting her boat into the right posi-
tion, dropping her anchor overheard
and preparing for sport.
The lone fisherman proved to be her
especial adherence. Captain Amos, and
and as his broad back was turned to
her and his great tapping hat quite
covered the back of his head he was
recognizable only by his size and the
dainty lines of his new boat.
one, two, three, into the boat they
f,onnad litle silver beauties. Phoe-