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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 28, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 19',
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"Yes," answered Maida. "The base
of the tower. You can stay there
and I can bring you food. Mother
leaves me to carry up oil from the
storeroom. But you will go soon,
"As soon as I dan," answered the
young man, groaning. "I think," he
added, "something is broken after all
in my side. It feels as if a rib had
Maida got him to the base of the
tower and made him comfortable on
some sacking. The young man
stretched himself out at ease. He
told her how he had been on the
bark that had gone ashore two miles
away the night before. He had been
the only survivor when the lifeboat
swamped. He had clung to it until
the waves washed him ashore off
Inch Rock. Then he had remembered
"Maida listened in fascination as he
told her his, story. He was the only
son of a rich wine importer, an Eng
lisman, who had settled in the Ca
naries and married a Spanish lady.
He, too, had been tired of his island.
His father, reluctant to lose his only
child, had at last granted him per
mission to sail on a voyage to Bos
ton, to which port he had consigned
He spoke of his own island home
in terms which aroused every dor
mant desire in the girl to travel. His
own father had spent his youth in the
United States, and, strangely enough,
not far from the lighthouse at Sea
bury, on the Maine coast.
"Maida! Maida! Where are you,
Maida started in terror and ran up
the lighthouse stairs as her mother
"Where have you been, Maida?"
"On the shore, mother," faltered
the girl, and she lowered her eyes, un
able to meet ner mothers piercing
"Aye, dreaming of sweethearts, I'll
rarrant All my words to you for
Jthlng. Didn't I refuse a handsome
T young fellow, and rich, who loved me
to distraction, because I had learned
all men were villains?"
"You'l stay with your old mother,
Maida?" The voice was pleading now
and it was the first time Maida's
mother had ever pleaded with her.
The girl's eyes filled; she nodded and
But those stolen hours were the
sweetest in which the girl had lived.
They loved each other at sight, she
and the young man in the basement
of the lighthouse. They planned a
thousand things. When he got well
he was to confront Maida's mother
boldly, and demand Maida by natural
right. If she refused, they two would
go away together in the next sea cap
tain's boat that touched at Inch
Maida listened with beating heart
while he told her of his home In the
Canaries, of his father, who would
never reject the choice his son made
of a bride; of the tropical trees and
4alms in that island paradise.
So three nights and days passed.
The young man had recovered from
his injury. And they ever planned
the method of breaking the news to
the crazed old woman above.
Maida feared her mother no longer.
She seemed to have unfolded from
girlhood to womanhood in those
three days; and, as if sensible of it,
her mother's demeanor toward her
had insensibly altered.
On the fourth night a mild air and
a brilliant moon tempted them ,from
the cellar. Above, they knew the old
woman would be seated, as she al
ways sat, beside the light, thinking
of what Maida never knew. It was
safe if they kept under the tower.
They wandered on together, and her
lover's arm sought Maida's waist and
held her, and their lips met in a
happy kiss. Insensible of the passage
of time they wandered on.
Suddenly a slight noise startled
and awakened them. Before them
stood Maida's mother, frantic with.