Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1915-02-25
AFTER THE
STORM
COpyright. The Frank A. Mungex company
BY BRUEcKMAN MACDONALD

Spring does not come to Cape Bre-
ton until June. Then the ice dis
appears from the surrounding waters,
the hills ooze and drip with moisture,
and the dense spruce growth takes on
a brighter and more cheerful green.
1t Is time Of sentimentality, too, and
Of wooing, when the spring fishing and
planting are over.
There are long, mild evenings of
glorious, subdued light, with just
enough freshness in the air to make
mere existence lasting Joy. The hills
become rOunder and gentler in the soft
semi-tWilight. The waves ripple more
lulling over the broken sandstone on
the shore. Even the silence brings
with 1t thrill of gladness.
1t Is no wonder that lovers sit on
the rocks and watch in placid con-
tentment the few vessels that swing
by, or discourse brokenIy on the few
topics that stir them to words. They
seldom walk together, for the streets
were not made for lovers strolling.
Sometimes, though not often. they
pass the evening drifting about the
h&rbor in their small boats. Usually.
however, the water does not draw
them. They know the terrors of the
sea TOO well to love it overmuch when
1t puts on it's air of alluring calm and
gentle playfulness.
The bOulders that skirt the eastern
side Of the harbOr attract q few lovers
NH no nofn Of hn Of III
fishing schooner Sally Prince is tho
favOrite trysting place. During one
memorable gale Of long ago she was
lifted bodily by flooding sea and car
ried high on the shore there to be
wedged firmly in the cleft of a ledge
The hull is there yet, the stern hang
ing out over the beach. Spars have
long since been stripped OFF, and the
bdlkwards in many places are broken
down, but a firm, level deck remains
No tide, however high, has reached
within many feet or the wreck since
that gigantic wave tossed it to dry
land
One pair of lovers was now on the
deck. Danny had not spoken for an
hour, but his heart beat little faster
each time he glanced up at Rachel's
serene face, and saw her knitting bust
ly, with no thought as to whether it
was light or dark, for her fingers auto.
matically followed the pattern she was
shaping.
Her face was as round as the moon,
and as calm. It was a smooth face,
with deep red cheeks tanned by much
life in the open air; a few freckles
showed acro IS the bridge Of the nose.
She had br4 ght, shrewd, kindly blue
eyes, and heavy, wavy, hayward brown
hair, a strand of which the wind now
and then caught up and brushed across
her eyes, as though to distract her
from her work. Her wide, full-lipped
mouth had for the last half hour cur
we'd inyOluntarily into a smile that
showed her white, firm teeth.
She was an ideal woman for shore
dweller's wife, for she could knit and
churn, farm and cure fish, and pull an
oar with almost any man in the place.
Tonight she was dressed in all her
finery, but Danny had not noticed it.
She was always the same to him, al
ways pleasing.
Danny was heavy and slow, except
when he was on the water; on shore
he appeared careless, even lazy, but he
was capable of tremendous energy and
application when driven. Good nature
never deserted him, nor apparently did
courage.
This evening Danny had told Rachel
that he intended to go to the States, or
to Boston, which is the most tmpor-
tant part of the States. He did not
tell her he had cleared over two hun
dred dollars on the springs fishing.
and that he had money left from the
previous falls work. He was keeping
that a secret until he should arrive at
the great fact-the fact that he want
ed to marry her.
She was evidently impatient for him
to continue. He did not, and with a
little sigh of disappointment she went
on with her work AS the work pro-
ceeded the smiling developed Danny
was lying luXuriously on the deck,
looking dreamily over the water, when
he was violently aroused by kick in
the side.
"Wh-what are you doin', Rachel?''
he demanded, as soon as he caught his
breath.
A voice, and it was not Rachel's an
swered: Get out of here. Danny Far
quar-: I'm minded myself to sit with
Rachel. Get out, or I'll throw you
Overboard!"
Danny jumped to his feet. A rival.
not unlocked for, had come. It is
matter of fact that If a man loves a
woman he should fight for her, and fire.
ouently the desirability Of woman
who would be fisherman's wife is es-
timated by the number Of battles that
have taken place in her name.
Its you, Neil Lowther?" asked Dan
nv as he slowly pleeled off his coat.
AVE. it's so.' answered Neil, clout-
ing Danny with open hand on the side