The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1910-10-06


Jarvis journeyed from the little rail-
road sta ton In brightly painted stage
drawn by two iron gray horses He
was the only passenger for the beach.
and he shook about In the huge vehi-
Gle like the proverbial pea In a barrel,
At the entrance to narrow sandy
lane shaded by wind blown cedars,
under which the marsh grass struggled
sparsely, the stage stopped
"AlI out! sang the driver Justify.
Coin to the beach, ye said" He
peered down at Jarvis with beady
black eyes beneath thatches Of white
eyebrows
Yes; Edgewater cottage. Straight
aheadg" Jarvis asked the question
while he threw his luggage to the
ground and paid his fare.
"Edgewater cottagef That'll be the
Rowe place. last cottage on the left.
So longp'
Much Obliged. GOOdDy.
Jarvis turned to the left and walked
slowly down to the beach, his head
barred to the fresh breeze. his lungs
gratefully inhaling the invigoratlng
salt air
The last cottage proved TO be rath-
er large structure placed not far be
yond high water mark. Its shingles
were weather beaten to silver gray
and the many windows tightly shut
tered looked like closed eyes In sad
face. II seemed desolate enough com
pared to the other cozy houses along
the beach, but Jarvis decided after a
hasty examination that when he got
out some porch furniture and opened
up the shutters the cottage he had
hired would be flt enough for bis pur'
poses.
The rusty key he had obtained from
the agent creaked In the lock and the
door swung open, admitting him to
large, comfortably furnished rooms.
His first duty was to throw wide the
shutters and raise the window sashes
TO the fresh air Except for layer OF
dust over everything the house was In
exquisite order of arrangement lie
decided to sleep In the wire incIosed
balcony. and as he had arranged by
letter for bis meals 10 be sent Ia from
the hotel on the long point beyond
there was little for him TO do save to
arrange d cot 10 the balcony and un-
pack his painting things
AT sunset steam launch from the
hotel discharged boy with q basket
containing his dinner. Jarvis discussed
the excellent meal on the veranda, bis
artists eye lingering ou the wide
sweep OF green and blue decked with
white that filied the foreground.
Here We're color and life enough 10
linn any number Of canvases. Jarvis
was glad he had decided TO close his
studio and run away from all his
friends, and the chance that brought
him 10 Beacbside had been decided by
the childish method OF closing his eyes
and running bis finger along the map
Of New Jersey while be counted ten.
Then be bad opened bis eyes aud
found Beachside. most inconspicuous
OF small wdtering places. under hls
finger. Now be was here
lie smoked thoughtful cigar while
the sunset tints faded 10 opal and sil-
yer and then a nniform slate gray set.
tied over the water
The cigar consumed. Jarvis felt for
another one in vain His cigar case
was empty; also he had forgotten his
tobacco pouch. He bnrered bis pipe
wisifully and rummaged hls traps for
tobacco Of some sort IN sheer des-
perntion he carried his inilow candle
tihere was no Kerosene In the cottAgeB
from room 10 room 10 an almless
search for uicoiine
At last be whlsiied joyousiy. ON q
small stand Ia ons corner u the living
rocm be fouDd q smoking set of han
merei brsss- The huge tobacco jar
contslned q few plaehes u tie desired