Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1917-01-04
OFF THE COAST

have told. Probably Il was que 10 'he
opposition.
Yet Il was a very simple thing she
prouosed to do--mercly to shun the
beaten path that led toward Wbs.s
sulphur Springs and 90 anywhere thar
would take her away from the life her
people had led for generations and
expected her to 1--we.
She longed for Portugal or the fjords
OF Norway. but she sailed on steam
cr for the fjords Of Newfoundland, the
Norway Of America.
The walk to Signal or Cabots tower,
Is not one to take alone. 1t Is long.
Il IL steep. The road follows the
shore until Il begins to ascend and Is
lonely. When steamers come there Is
always sprinkling of people, mostly
driving toward the tower, where there
is a magnificent view Of the harbor
and ocean. This and much more was
told In the booklet Lavinia had learned
by heart. But there was one grave
omission. Indeed, two. The first was
wind, the other, mist.
She had felt wind before, but never
like this. 1t whipped her wet skirts
about her until she thought she would
never move again. Ahead was the
tower gray and somber built to defy
the elements. She saw little group
of people standing in an angle of the
granite mass, one figure apart from
the others and nearer to her. Then
everything was blank. She was con-
scious only of blind terror as the wind
caught and whirled her about. For
a space eternity fronted her, then the
awfulness Of the wind subsidized and
She found herself cllnging desperately
to the gray sleeve Of an ulster.
"What made you attempt that
alone?" the man said roughly, giving
her little shake as he let her go.
Didn't you know Signal hill was no
place for woman unless she had a
man with herr"
He left her In the angle Of the wall
and stepped forward, a tall, broad
shouldered, athletic-looling man with
keen blue eyes and determined
mouth.
"Come," he said, extending his hand.
eff we are to make Quidi Vidi we
must be Off"
"But am not going to Quidi Vidi."
"Yes, you are. The village is my
objective point"
"It is not mine."
"Can you cross the strip alonef"
He nodded toward the narrow path
where the wind had full sweep al
though she could not feel 1t where she
sat.
She arose with such evident reluct-
ance that he threw back his head and
laughed.
When they parted neither knew the
others name.
The next morning she left for Labra-
dor. sc ..-..s.
She was little late in reaching
( the steamer, and. somewhat breath
less from haste, was following the
4, steward down the deck when the back
Of rough, gray coat caught and held
her attention. There was something
familiar about 1t. so familiar that she
moved hastily forward, confronting the
owner with blazing eyes.
! your
"Why not?"
"You came because you knew I was
sailing on this steamerT
"Partly. l intended taking the trip.
II made no difference II came now OF
later on. Do not misunderstood me.
1t was not for your charming society,
but because know II is not desirable
for a woman, especially young WON
an. to take this trip alone"
"And how am / to know you will
not make yourself as unpleasant as
other people. You are as much q
! stranger as they"
He regarded her steadily. "You
J will take that back" he said at last
~No." She turned from him with
out another word.
They ran into fog that night, depres-
sing, penetrating fog. There were
eleven days of it, and the trip was
heightened to a fortnight, but long
before the fourteen days were w
Lavinia had offered friendliness.
He accepted her overtures with nc
degree Of eagerness, but under his ap-
: parent indifference was a steadfast de
termination that made itself evident
their last evening on board when he
ended the silence that had fallen be
tween them by saying:
"You have not yet retracted the
! words you said to me the morning VIZ
left st. Johns"
ut is not fair that you should hold
them against me. was beginning to
regard you as friend"
"You knew / was to be trusted"
She did not answer directly. "FoI
two weeks we have neither of Us
known who the other was. do moi