Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1921-04-02

+he beach was almost 9e.
Wefe little office clerks, men 2
seI.su. coming down for the TWO
Ho on. ~ rest that break the
Neen' Till arrived on the lale tra!n
e.strrday. and went away on .nou.sst
.~sin two weeks from the 'ow
sunday, but there were IL, snS.
dances at the one DIE no. rsnra
some Of the sn1aile,
closeu Lwith the three children and
IL, VIII drove over from
Lne h,s Tins every day. and. wno. Tor
Ian ~ her craving hair and sun-bleacned
az ns' senn,ad to be of Rachael's own
lasn sEstill brought her shr1eking
wo,' .olssh;ns trio to the beach, put
shu sed confided to Mrs. Dimmlck,
Mho had known her for many sum
49, that even her long honday was
inw, n.;ne to a close, Mrs.
hrourht extra blankets GOWN tIunl
The attic. and began to task .. SEEMS
her daughter in California.
shrinking in the glory OF tne usa.s
summer. found each DAY lnols "a.
ouisite than the last, anu sen &c.,
nd hostess by expressing her ueslrS
to spend all the rest u Ae'
Quaker Bridge. u,..
,5, 1n, GERS thoroughly; not the summer
nopulation. for the guests at an sum.
p,er hotels are like undressing. pus
for the quiet life that went on yea IN
,nd YEAR out in the little side streets:
ne woncn who washed clothes n
ewant, rorches. who g~ardened> Win
ltow.headed babies tumolns AROUND
them. who went on 10 tne
little bald-faced church az Ten
o'clock. Rachael got INTO laih VII.
them, trying to realize wna1 IL mus,
be to walk a hot mile 1oi tne s.'.a
transaction of selling a dozen eggs Tor
thirty cents, to spend = long morn
ing carefully darning an old, clean
Nottingham lace curtain that could
he renlaced for three dollars.
read their lives as if they had peer
an absorbing book laid open for ner
ewes. The coming of the Holiday
Ibaby, the decline and death OF OLD
Mrs Bird, the narrow escape or
sammy Tew from drowning, and n
thorough old-fashioned thrash1ng
that Mary Trimble gave her oloes
son for taking a. little boy like SAM
my out beyond the "heads'-all THESE
things sank deep into the conscious.
ness of the new Rachael. she iikso
the whjtewashed cottages with their
blazing geraniums and climbing
bhoneysuckle. and the back-door
wards. with chickens flufang IN the
dust, and old men, seated on upturn-
ed old boats, smoking and whiting
as they watched the babies while
Lou gets her work caught up.
October came in on a storm. the
most terrifying storm Rachael hao
ever seen. Late in the afternoon OF
iSeptember's last golden day a wind
'began to rise non the dunes, ana
Rachael. who, wrapped in a white
woody coat and deep in a book. had
been lying for an hour or two on the
beach, was suddenly reused by a
shower of sand. and sat up to look at
the sky. Clouds. low and gray. were
moving rapidly overhead, and al
though the tide was only making.
and high water would not be due. for
another hour, the waves. emerald
green, swift and capped with white,
were already touching the landmost
water-mark.
Quickly getting to her feet, she
started briskly for home, following
the broken line of kelp and weeds.
grs sses, driftwood, and cocoanut
shells that fringed the tide-mark, and
rather fascinated by the sudden on-
nous change in sea and sky. In the
iLiLtS NllldSc lllCIS Ndo STCrtL CIdpplES
of shutters and straining of clothes
lines, distracted. b~areheaded women
ran about their dooryards, doors
banged, everywhere was rush and
1uttar.
Declare if don't think tn folks at
Clark's Hills going to be shut OF, COM
:. pletely," said Mrs. Dimmick, busting
about with houseWifely activity. and
evidently. like all the village and like
Rachael herself. a little e%xhilaratcd
by the oncoming siege.
What will they dc ?" Rachael de-
nnanded, unlocking a wrlthing ham
, mock from the porch as the old
: woman hriskly dragged the big cant
= rockers indoors.
+ "Oh. Their wunt no hurt come
t'um." Mrs. Dimmick said. But
come an awful mean tide, Clark's Bar
f is under water. They'll jest have to
, wait until she goes down. that's ALL
Shell I bring up some candles
+ from sullcr; we amt got much karo.
) sene!' Florrie. the one maid, de-
manded cxcitedly. Chess, the hired
man, who was Florrie's STEADY" be.
gan to bring God in by the armful
$ and fling it down by the alright stove
, that had been set up only a few days
, before.
, Continued in Monday
Evenings Herald. x