Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1910-03-17

lie was stepping past her, When
over the seaward edge of the cliff
there came a sound like the yell of a
raging sea monster.
"Siren!" shouted Blake, whirling
about
The cloud of smoke beyond the cliff
end was now rolling up more to the
left. He dashed away towards the
north edge Of the cliff as though he
intended to leap off into space. The
girl ran after him as fast as she could
over the loose stones. Before she had
covered half the distance she saw him
halt on the very brink of the cliff
and begin to wave and shout like
mailman. A few steps farther on she
caught sight of the steamer. 1t was
lying close in, only little way off
the north point of the headland.
Even as she saw the vessel, it's siren
responded to Blake's wild gestures
with series of joyous screams. There
could be no mistake. He had been
seen. Already they were letting go
anchor, and there was a little crowd
of men gathering about one of the
boats. Blake turned and started on
run for the cliff. But Miss Leslie
darted before him, compelling him to
halt.
Watt" she cried, her eyes spar
king with happy tears. tom, it's
come now. You needn't"
"Let me by! I'm going to meet
them. l want to"
But she put her hands upon his
shoulders.
Toni" she whispered. "let it be
now, before any one-anything can
possibly come between us! Let 1t
be part of our life here-here, where
I've learned how brave and true
real man can bel"
"And then have him prove himself
sneak" he cried. mo; | won't,
Jenny I've got you to think Of " Wait
till I've seen your father. Ten to
one he'll not hear of it-hell cut you
off without a cent. Not but what I'd
be glad myself; but you're used to
luxuries, grille, and I'm poor man.
| can't give them to you"
She laid hand on his mouth and
smiled up at him in tender mockery.
Come, now, Mr.. Blake; you're not
very complimentary. After surviving
my cooking all these weeks, don't you
think l might do, at a pinch, for a
poor mans wife,"
"No, jenny" he protested, trying
to draw back. "You oughtn't to de-
eide now. When you get back among
your friends things may look different.
Think of your society friends! Wait
! till you see me with other men-gen-
tlemen! I'm just a rough, uncultured,
ordinary"
'Hush!" she cried, and she again
| placed her hand on his mouth. "You
sha'n't say such cruel things about Tom
my Tom-the man l trust-that /"
Her arms slipped about his neck and
her eyes shone up into his with tender
radiance.
DON'T" he begged, hoarsely.
"'Tain't fair II can't stand it,"
"The man love!" she whispered.
He crushed her to him in his great
arms.
my little girl!-dear little grill"
he repeated, and he pressed his lips
to her hair.
She snuggled her face closer against
his shoulder and replied in a very
small voice: II suppose you know
that ship captains can m-marry peo-
ple."
But l haven't even job yeti" he
exclaimed. Suppose your father"
please listen!" she pleaded. There
| was cpnpJ 1ilfa cOhhinO
What is it," he ventured, and he
listened, greatly perturbed The
mufTled voice sounded very meek and
| plaintive: "I'll try to do my part,
Mr.. Blake-really l will! II hope
we can manage to struggle along
| somehow. You know, l have a little
of my own. It's only three-three mil
! lion; but"
What" he demanded, and he held
her out at arms length, to stare at her
in frowning bewilderment. ''If I'd
known that, I'd"
You'd never have given me a
chance to-to propose to you, you
dear old silly!" she cried, her eyes
dancing with tender mirth. "See
here!"
She turned from him. and back
again, and held up withered, crum-
pied flower. He looked, and saw that
it was the amaryllis blossom.
"You-kept it,"
because - because, even then,
then, down in the bottom of my heart,
| had begun to realize-to know what
you were like-and of course that
meant Tom, tell me! Do you
think I'm utterly shameless? Do you
blame me for being the one Toto"
Blame you!" he cried. He paused
to put finger under her chin and
raise her down-bent face. His eyes
were very blue, but there was twin
kle in their depths. "Oh. yes; 1t was
dreadful, wasn't it? But I guess I've
no complaint to file just now"