Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1922-04-17

Moving Study Problem by the Noted Author The

loves me -
A light wind sprang up. cool blow
ing from the south, just enough TO rip
pie the surface of the water. Already
some of the fishing boats had swung
about and were standing of for home;
Stowell helped to haul the mainsaii. ana
shouted with the men as they puiled at
the ropes and the white canvas rose
above them. s,
"she loves me! She loves me! She
loves me! -, .s
Within half an hour the wind had
freshened to n summer gale ana tney
were running before roaring sea. lne
sails bellied out. the yacht listed over,
the scuppers were half full OF water, put
Stowell would not 60 below. For long
, hour more he held on and looked around
Mt the fishing boats as they flew together
in the brilliant sunshine between the
two immensities Of sky and sea.
"She loves me. She loves me! She
loves me ~ ,,-
Helloa! Here was his own little
island with the sun riding over the
mountain. tops The plunging and rear.
| ing of the yacht gave the notion that
the mountains were nodding to him.
Good morning, son." What nonsense
came into a mans head when his heart
was glad! s,.
"she loves me! She loves me! She
loves me ~
All, here were the cliffs Of the Calf,
with their hoary heads in the flying SKY
and their feet in the thunder OF the sea
And here was the brown belted ight'
house Of the Chicken Rock, which Fen
ella and he had picked up last night
And here was the shoulder Of Spanish
Head, and here was the belly of the
Chasms. ringing with the cry OF 1O,OOO
"She loves me! She loves me! She
loves me ~
Suddenly there came shock. They
were opening the bay OF Port st. Mary,
with the little fishing town lying asleep
along its sheltered arm, when ne saw
across the Poolvaish (the pool OF death }
the pray walls Of Castle Rushen, and
the long reach Of Langness. And then
memory flowed back on him like tidal
wave.
Derby Haven. The old maids house
The girl burning her candle in her bed
room to educate herself that she migh
become worthy to be his wife!
20 God! o Cod"
II Fenella loved him he had stolen hel
love. He had no right to 1t, being mar
ried already, virtually married-boun'
by every tie that could hold an honor
able man.
He felt like n traitor--a traitor t.
Fenella now. He recalled what he hat
said last night. One step more and
Thank God. he had gone no farther
If he had allowed Fenella to engage her
self to him. and then the facts abou
+ Bessie Collistcr had become known.
Al, ,ulN hor
. Baldromma--
, He must go. He must 60 Immediately
His miserable mistake must not brin
5 disgrace on Fenella also.
The yacht was sliding into the slac'
l water Of the bay. and the rowboats o
the fish buyers. each flying its littl
, flag. were coming out to meet the fish
ing boats, when Stowell went down t
the saloon-still dark with its blue sill
curtains over skylight and portfolios.
He took off his fisherman's clothes
put on his own, and sat down at tn
table to scribblc note to the Governor
q Excuse me. must go up to Doug
las by the first train. Have just re
, membered an important engagement
, Hope to call at Government Office to
, morrow
+ AS he was leaving the saloon he locke
: back toward the cabin in which Fenell
. lay asleep. His eyes were wet, hi
. heart throbbed painfully, he felt as if h
3 were being banished from her presenc
| rs by curse. RenunciatiOn-life. Ion
i renunciation-that was all that was lef
, to him now.
= The fleet were in harbor when he wen
= on deck, hundred boats huddled to
e gcther. And when he stepped ashor
the fish salesmen were selling the night
! catch by auction. and the bronze face
A and heavy bearded fishermen, in thei
big boots, were counting their herring
. in mixed English and Manx:
! "Nanc. jcer. three, kiarc, quicg
l warp, tally
To be continued tomorrow
G (Copyri1ht. 1891. International Magazine Ca