The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1914-01-02

W expectations oh, Ebeni
~ HAPPY and Wonderland as chill
sat side by side upon the
Id watching the waves romp at
<their feet the white-haired, wrinkled
iittle%old man and the white-haired,
WriDkled little old woman with that
family likeness to each other some
times seen ia husband and wife who
have lived and loved together many
married years.
Before we came thought I had an
idea how it looked she went on after
little break of intimate silence be-
tween them From pictures in maya
zines, you know, and souvenir post
cards folks had sent us. But they all
was only ships Of samples like you
get from mail order store, and
here !" she held out her arms to the
wide sweep Of sea in front Of them
here there's the goods itself
Whole beautiful bolts Of it that scis-
sors haven't ever cut into
EYES," said Eben with a character
istic little nod Of approval, that's
what takes hold OF you from the start,
The bigness Of it. The 'boundless
waters as the saying is. Look how
they stretch on and on without any
stop TO 'em! No stop, Ieastways. till
the sky shuts down sudden and shoves
EN- back. reckon that's what makes
the waves, mother. The sky. way off
yonder at the far horizon, shutting
down on the waters and showing EN-
back
His little pleasantly only skinned
the surface of her consciousness
with a wee ripple Of an answering
Ssinile but the word sbigness" was a
plummet that sank straight to the
bottom Of her thought
The bigness Of everything, Eben,
and the dazzlingness she exclaimed,
her eyes bright, a glow on each Wrin-
killed. cheek, Not only the ocean and
the beach, but the hotel its rooms SO
big and splendid it gives you that all
over feeling, ais though you was living
In the same house with sunset, and
the women with their beautiful
dresses and the wonderful way of fix
ing, their hair, and and the automo-
biles coming and going outside, and
the band playing indoors while you're
eating your meals. The bigness OF
life. tell you. Eben, it brings home
your own littleness till the sense of
1t makes you ache. The little years
behind you living in little town
among little people, doing nothing but
little things, and the little years ahead
oh. Eben, now we know different, !
don't see how we're ever going to
stand Live Oaks Center again And
more than half our weeks gone al
ready"
The next day brought another phase
of bigness to ponder over, for In the
night between with the sudden rush
OF an angry sea a storm had swept
crashing in upon the waves, and after
breakfast when everybody hurried
eagerly out on to the giass-incIosed
veranda overlooking the ocean, the
little old couple sat watching the roll
and rage of the giant breakers II,
spellbound rapture.
Suddenly. in the same GREATNESS
fash as lightning springs from out
q storm cloud and strikes IRE to the
earth. the whole crowded piazza
jumped to it's feet
Around a nearby promontory, lit
tie fishing oatrock-riven, water
swept In its last death throes had
tossed into sight. II
Opt into the roar of the storm ran
the little old couple with the rest Of
the crowd men and women Needless
Of the rain that soaked them ITO the
skin, to the wind that beat down upon
their heads with fierce dap DC wing
The life-saying station was a mile far
Ter up the beach. Besides, no boat
Md be launched In such sea. The
5lA hope the throwing Of lifeline
before it was too late
She's gone to smash already, No,
by George, she's up again!Y The men
screamed to each other, p1thng their
pigmy voices against the shrek of the
sea. This way with the rope. fellows
quick
score of eager hands seized upon
the coil Of rope brought from nearby
bathhouse. Dauntlessly the men
pressed forward With all the might
Of puny human muscle tried in vain
to hurl an end over and beyond the
catch OF the incoming breakers
Then crash Of wave. drenching
leap Of spray, a hideous crunching
sound, and cast high upon the beach
scattered bits of splintered wreckage
and mans motionless, lifeless form.
There came a sudden break in the
fury OF wind and wave, softer fall
OF rain, and like child who had
dashed cherished toy to pieces In q
bit Of passion and was now repentant
the storm turned its back upon the
broken life on the sands and sulked
out to sea.
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