The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1914-11-12

Christianlike git4Iarish:" interrupted
Mrs Rowell iealously
Never. lust listen to this. Hetty:
And when | tell you of my love
Just when the moon is bright above
l wish that | could say this. Hannah.
In finer proper manner'-
There's, he's given out, poor soul
ana | don't wonder commented Mrs
Bevis sourly as she handed the paper
back to Hetty Rowe!l What you 90
ing to do about it. Hetty?'
The Widow Rowell laughed shrlly
and folded her arms.
I'm going tishing" she announced
En- Bevis' face relaxed she emitted
a hoarSe giggle.
You going eeling:" she asked si@
niiicantly
Why. not? | been ceiling lots al
times in my life. The bays free to all
and seems like Id relish some fried
eels tomorrow"
'IIetty Rowell. you do beat all.
chuckled En- approximately.
Il aim TO-" retorted Hetty.
Il don't mind going along to see the
fun" remarked Mrs. BeviS
Come along. Can you spear an eel:"
Lord, no, Hetty. But can hold
the torch while you do it, and I'm Il
good hand at the oars"
I've been down making my boat
ready. Well start about 6 o'clock
Ananias asked for IL o'clock supper
said he had to 20 somewheres this
evening"
"AlI right. You meet me down on
the beach. | know where the boats
drawn up on the sand
Promptly at & O'Clock Elm BeviS
and the Widow Rowel met on the
sandy beach. There were many lights
about the placid harbor anchor lights
hanging from the larger vessels and
little 1aring lights from the many eel
ing boats that were abroad that night
\ light flared at the foot of the land
ing steps below the dock and then
suddenly darted out and away acros
the bay.
That's them" said the widow trucu
lently.
In half an hour the two women were
close in the wake of Ananias Shines
boat. While the fare of their own
torch prevented Ananias or his fair
companion from recognizing the occn-
pants of the boat behind. the two
widows had fair view of the tickle
Ananias and the timid schOolteacher.
Ananias was standing in the bow of
his boat manipulating his torch with
one hand while he Skillfully spearCd
an eel with the other. The flare of
the torch penetrated the water and
lured the inQusitive wrigglers to the
surface. where the strong arm and un-
erring aim of the little sailor quickly
captured them.
Every time Ananias speared an eel
the schoOlteacher squealed. and when
the wriggling fish was popped into a
large covered can Miss Peabody called
Ananias Il bad. cruel man in a most
caressin% tone.
"Disgusting," whispered En- Bevis
jealousy.
Shes Il siren, added Hetty Rowell
who was possessed of imagination
when occasion demanded it,
THE loudest siren | ever heard
said Mrs. Bevis. who was of IL prac-
teal turn OF mind and had heard the
automobile danger horns.
Hes taking a rest" whispered Mrs
Rowell sharply. I'll bet he runs the
boat up close under the old wreck
Wonder and reads that there pome to
her"
He'll read it to me at the same time
if | have to wade there" muttered
Mrs Bevis. picking up the oars in her
strong hands. "'Tain't for nothing
he's burned out the kerosene in my
front paror.''
Il didn't know he'd been there
enough to count the cost Of kerosene"
sneered Hetty Rowell as they followed
the larger boat toward the west beach
where the skeleton of an abandoned
schooner was half submerged in the
high tide.
There's plenty you amt aware of.
Hetty, said Mrs. Bevis coldly as she
bent TO her oars.
The two widows fell into silence as
their craft followed the boat ahead
Hetty' Rowel extinguished. the torch.
for she had no heart to spear cells
when that organ was pierced with the
barb of Ananias perfidy.
All of Quincy Harbor had expected
that Ananias would marry his land
lady. hut so far the god Of luck had
decrped that the little saiorman should
escape his quarry: then his attentions
to the owner of the village department
store had diverted public interest TO
EN- Bevis. and finally it was an open
question which one of the two widows
would win Ananias Slime. Meantime
Miss Hannah Peabody had come to
Quincy !larhor. and Ananias had been
smitten With her mature charms.
There might be safety in counting
third maiden.
But Ananias was really in love to-
night. The poem he had written burn
ed in his pocket. and he could scarcely
wait until they were under the lee of