CHARLES CLARK It is not hard for two young people of opposite sex to get acquainted when each desires to entertain the other and they have at least one well defined taste in common. Albert did not talk much, but adroitly induced Telly to do most of it. In the hour they passed together he discovered that two im pulses were nearest her heartthe first and strongest her devotion to Uncle Terry, and after that a desire to paint. I "I do not ever hope to do much," she admitted rather pathetically. "I never have taken lessons and maybe never !shall. rther to let me go away, and all I can do is to work blindly. I often sit for hours trying to put things I see on can vas, only to fail utterly and begin all over again. I should not mind it if I could see that I made any progress, but I do not. I can't let It alone, though, for the most happy hours I have are when I'm painting." "You certainly have perseverance," responded Albert encouragingly, "and the pictures you have shown me seem very lifelike. I wish I could do as well. You have done good work for one self taught as you are, and you have no reason to be discouraged." Then "Uncle Terry came in and an nounced dinner. It was rather a state affair for the Terry household, and the table bore their best dinner service, with a vase of flowers in the center. "I hope ye feel hungry," said Uncle Terry as he passed a well filled plate to Albert, "fer we live plain, an' it's good appetite as makes good vittles. I s'pose ye are used to purty high livin'." "Whatever tastes good is good," re plied Albert, and, turning to Aunt Lis sy, he added, "This fried lobster beats anything I have tasted for a long time." When the meal was over he handed the box of cigars he had brought to his host with the remark, "Please accept these, Mr. Terry, and when you smoke them think of the forlorn fellow you found by the wayside." "I've got to leave ye to the tender marcies of the wimmin folks," said Un cle Terry, after thanking Albert, "for I've got work to do, and tonight we'll have a visit. I hope you'll be willin' to stay with us a day or two," he added, "an' tomorrow I'll take ye out fishin'."' "I will stay until tomorrow, thank you," replied Albert. "I should like to row up to where I was left boatless yesterday," he said to Telly after Uncle Terry had gone, "and finish the sketch I began and also try to find the cushions I dropped in the woods. May I ask you to go too?" "I should be glad to if mother can spare me," she answered. When he rowed out of the little har-, bor where he had left his boat Tellyi sat in the stern holding the tiller ropes! and shading her winsome face was the, same broad sun hat he had seen on the rock beside her the evening before. It was a long four mile pull, but he was unconscious of it, and when he helped his companion out and secured the boat he said: "Now, I am going to ask a favor of you, Miss Terry. I want you to stand in just the position I first saw you and let me make a sketch of you. You were leaning on a rock and resting your head on one hand." Telly looked puzzled. "You did not know I saw you out on the point last evening, did you?" he added, smiling. "I stood and looked at you for five minutes and then walked away. I did not know who you were then or that I should meet you later. If J- had I would not have been BO rude." The color came to Telly's face at his evident admiration, but she did not say no to his proposal, and stood pa tiently in the position he wished while he. made the sketch. "There," he ex claimed when it Avas finished, "I shall transfer that to canvas when I go back, and whenever I look at it I shall recall this day andyou." "Will you need the picture for that?" she replied with a smile. "That sounded like Alice," he said, and added hastily, "Alice is my only Bister, and I think more of her than of any other woman living." Telly sat on the boat's cushions in a shady nook and watched Albert finish sketch and then listened to his talk. He told her all about his home and sister and Frank as well. In a way they exchanged a good deal of personal history of interest to each other. Then they gathered flowers, and Telly insisted on decorating the boat .When it was done she wanted him to make a sketch of it for her. "Draw yourself as holding the oars," she said, "and I will try to paint a picture from the sketch to remember you by," she added with a smile. Then, as the sun was getting low, they started for home. The breeze had ,vanished and the sea was like glas. ,Only the long ground swells barely lifted their boat and made the shad lows of the trees along the shore wave an, fantastic undulations. When they reached the Cape Telly said: "You had better go around to the cove where fa ther Seeps his boats. It's nearer to the house, and there is a float there where you can pull your boat out" She waited until he had done so, and then stooped and selected a few of the flowers with whfch they bad decked the boat "I am going to paint them," Bhe said quietly as she turned and fol lowed Albert up to the bouse. Copyright, 1900. by LEE SSL SHETA'R'D I would not think of asking fa- Sler' J.W.......-W ...*V.*.'-..U-.^J^J Uncl Terry!^ CHAPTER XXIII. NCLE TERRY and Albert had just seated themselves on the point that evening when Tel ly came out with a thick gray shawl and wrapped it around her fa ther's shoulders. "It's a little chilly to night," she said, "and I think you need it." Then, turning to Albert, she added, "Wouldn't you like one, too,to Mr. Page?" "I would, thank you," he answered, "if you have another to spare." He would have answered yes if she bad asked him to put on woolen mit tens. She returned to the house and came back, this time bearing a white zephyr wrap, and handed it to Albert "I witl bid you good night now," she said, "for I presume you will sit here long after bedtime." Uncle Terry's eyes followed her back to the house, and then he turned to his guest "I s'pose ye'd rather be talkin' to Telly than me out here in the moon light" he said bluntly, "now that ye've 'got a little acquainted. It's the way o''young folks." "I've had a very pleasant visit with your daughter this afternoon," re sponded Albert "She was good enough to go with me to where I got left yes terday. I wanted to finish the sketch I began there." Uncle Terry made no answer, but sat puffing away at one of the cigars Albert had given him. "Mr. Page," said Uncle Terry at last, "I've worried a good deal since llast night 'bout what ye told me, an' I've made up my mind to tell ye the hull story an' trust,ye with what no one else knows. To begin with, it's nineteen years ago last March when thar war a vessel got afoul o' a ledge jest off'n the p'int here in a snowstorm, an' all hands went downthat is, all but a little yearlin' baby that cum ashore tied up 'tween two feather beds. I fished her out o' the surf, an' liissy an' me has taken care on her ever since, an' today she's worth a thousand times more'n she cost. How much she thinks b' me I'll let ye jedge by the way she thought 'bout my comfort tonight There was a few trinkets came ashore with herpicture o' her father an' mother, we knew, an' a locket an' ring an' some other things so we knowed her name an' whar she cum from. "Since then we have never heard a word from no one regardin' her people, loir whether any was livin', till last win ter I cum across a notice in a paper sayin' information was wanted 'bout an heir to an estate in Sweden, an' tell ln*facts that made me sure Telly was the one wanted. The notice was signed by that lawyer, Frye, that I asked ye 'bout, an' I went to see him. He want Jed proofs an' all that an' I gave 'em to him, an', wussen that, he wanted money, an* I gave that to him. He's kep askin' fer money ever since, an* I, ike a fool, kep' sendin' it, in hopes if Telly had anything comin' she'd git dues. I've sent him the locket an' "Draw yourself as holding the oars." things that belonged to her, an' all Fve got so far is letters askin' fer more money an' tellin' 'bout expenses an' evidence an' witnesses' fees an' bonds to be filed. Lissy an' Telly )know 'bout the case, but they don't know how much money I've paid out, an' I don't want they should. That's the hull story, an' now as ye're a law yer, an' I b'lieve an honest one, I ask ye what's best to be done." "I see now, Mr. Terry, why you dis trust lawyers, and I do not wonder at it. To the best of my belief, you have been swindled in the most outrageous manner by Frye. He no doubt is act ing for some law firm who have in structed him to find an heir, if there Is one, to this estate, and they would naturally advance all expense money. I)o you know the vessel's name, where Bhe sailed from and who her master was?" "She was a square rigger, an' the master's name was Peterson. In the newspaper piece the name was Neils Peterson, who cum from Stockholm," answered Uncle Terry. "I've got it in wallet now, an' on the locket was letters E. P., an' on apiece o' paper that was pinned to the baby's dress was the name Etel!^ Peterson." "And did you send these proofs to Ssye?" asked Albert auick!?. 6 THE PBrarCETON UNION: THUBSDAY, NOVEMBER 17, 1904. 1 "I sent 'em six months ago," was the reply, "an' I've jest 'bout made up my mind I was a fool to 'a' done it, an' a bigger one to kSep sendin' money." "It would have been all right" an swered Albert after a pause, "if you had put them into an honest man's hands. As it is you are lamein fact, utterly at the mercy of Frye, who is robbing you." Then, after thinking a moment, he added: "I will gladly do what I can to help you, Mr. Terry, and at no cost to you for my own serv ices. The first step must be to get possession of these material proofs, the next to find what firm has employed Frye. We are helpless until we get possession of those proofs." "Ain't my word an' Lissy's as to savin' the baby no 'count?" asked Uncle Terry. "Very good, so far as it goes, but really no proof that the child you saved is the one wanted for this in heritance. In the matter of a legacy the law is very exacting and demands absolute proof. No, the only way is use duplicity and trick Frye or ask him to name his price and pay it, and as the estate may be large his price will naturally be extortionate." Albert thought a moment and then added, "Has Frye ever written you admitting he has received or has those proofs in his possession?" "Not a word," answered Uncle Ter ry. "All he writes is: 'Your case is progressing favorably. I need so much more money,' an' I send it an' lay 'wake nights worryin'." "How long since he has sent for money?" asked Albert "'Bout a month, I reckon," replied Uncle Terry. "I confess, Mr. Terry, I am stump- ed." After a pause Albert asked Uncle Terry: "How does yourI mean, how does Telly feel about this matter, Mr. Ter ry, for I suppose she knows the story?" That's suthin' I hate to talk 'bout, but ag ye're likely to see more o' us an' more o' Telly it's better ye know it all. When she was 'bout ten we told her the story an' showed her the things we'd kep' locked up. She didn't Beem to mind it then, but as she's grow ed older it sorter shadders her life, as It were. We used to ketch her lookin' at the things once in awhile an' eryin'. When I sent 'em to Boston she took on a good deal an' ain't been the same Bence. We try to keep her from think In' 'bout it all we can, but she's curis In her ways, an' I've thought she was kinder 'shamed, an' mebbe broodin' over it makes it wuss." "You do not mean that you fear she would make away with herself in a fit of melancholy, do you?" "I dunno what to think," was the an swer, "only I hate to have her out o' Bight much, an' the more lovin' she is the more I worry." "One thing please promise me," said Albert when they had started for the iouse, "do not hint either to her or your wife that you have told me any thing about this matter. I will do all that can be done and consult only with you in private." CHAPTER XXIV. N the morning Albert followed Uncle Terry around the cir cuit of his lobster traps in the Gypsy's boat with Telly as a companion, and watched the old man hauling and rebaiting those elongated coops and taking out his prizes. The day was a perfect one, the sea just ruf fled by a light breeze, and as her first timidity had now worn away, he found Telly a most charming companion. It Was an entirely new experience to him, fcnd the four hours' pull in and out of the island coves and around isolated ledges where Uncle Terry set his traps passed all too quickly. "Do you know," said Albert when they had returned to the little cove where Uncle Terry kept his boats and as he sat watching him pick up his morning's catch and toss them one by one into a large car, "that the first man who thought of eating a lobster must have been almost starved? Of all crea tures that grow in the sea there is none more hideous, and only a hungry savage could have thought them fit for food." "They ain't overhansum," replied Uncle Terry, "but fried in pork fat they go middin' good if ye're hungry." That afternoon Telly invited Albert to row her up to a cove, at the head of which was a narrow valley where blueberries grew In profusion. "I want to pick a few," she said, "and you can make a sketch of the cove while I do." Helping her picking berries proved more attractive, and when her pail was full Albert made a picture of her sitting in front of a pretty cluster of small spruce trees, with the pail be side her and her sun hat trimmed with ferns. "Your city friends will laugh at the country girl you found down in Maine," she remarked as she looked at the sketch, "but as they will never see me, I don't care." "My friends will never see it," he answered quietly, "only my sister. Afld I am going to bring her down here next summer." "Tell me about her," said Telly at once. "Is she pretty?" "I think so," replied Albert "She has eyes like yours, only her hair is not so light She is a petite little body and has a mouth that makes one want to kiss her." "I should like to see her ever so much," responded Telly, and then she added rather sadly, "I've never had a girl friend in my life. There are only a few at the Cape of my age, and I don't see much of them. I don't mind it in the summer, for then I work on my pictures, but in winter it is so lone some. For days I do not see any one except father and mother or old Mrs. Leach." "And who is Mrs. Leach?" "Oi. aarrtS 8 DOOt Old SOUS WhO llVCS ^^^feaib&y&yj! l^^^^mMi^^^J^M. r' alone and works on the fish racks. She is worse off than I am." It was a little glimpse into the girl's life that interested Albert, and, in the light of what he knew of her history, a pathetic one. Truly she was alone in the world, except for the two kindly Bouls who made a home for her. "You will go away tomorrow, I sup- pose," she said with a faint tone of regret as they were rowing home. "Father said your boat was coming after you today." He looked at her a moment, while a Blight smile showed beneath his mus tache. "I suppose I shall have to," he answered, "but I should like to stay here a month. I've not made a sketch Df your house, even." "I wish you would," she said with charming candor, "it is so lonesome here, and then maybe you would show me a little about painting." "Could you endure my company every day for a month?" he asked, looking her full in the face. "I don't believe you could endure ours," she replied, dropping her eyes, and then she added quickly: "There is a prayer meeting tonight at the Cape. Would you like to go?" "Most certainly," he answered. Albert had expected to see the Gypsy In the harbor when they returned that afternoon, but was happily disappoint ed. "I hope they will stay at Bar Har bor a week," he thought. That evening when Telly appeared, ready to be escorted to the prayer meeting, he was certain that no fairer girl was to be found anywhere. She was dressed in simple white, her masses of sunny hair half concealed by a thin blue affair of loosely knitted wool and had a cluster of wild roses at her throat. It was a new and pleas urable experience to be walking beside a well dressed young man whose every look and word bespoke enjoyment of her society, and she showed it in her simple, unaffected way. That evening's gathering was a unique one in Albert's experience and the re ligious observances such as he never forgot The place was a little square, unpainted building, and when Telly and he entered and seated themselves on one of the wooden settees that stood in rows not over a dozen people were there. On a small platform in front was a cottage organ and beside it a small desk. A few more entered after they did, and then a florid faced man arose and, followed by a short and stout young lady, walked forward to the platform. The girl seated herself at the organ, and the man, after turn ing up the lamp on the organ, opened the book of gospel hymns and said in a nasal tone, "We will naow com mence our sarviees by singin' the Forty third Psalm, and all are requested to rise an' jine." In the center of the room hung a large lamp, and two more on brackets at the side shed a weak light on the gathering, but no one seemed to feel it necessary to look for the Forty-third selection. Albert and Telly arose with the rest, and the girl at the organ began to chase the slow tune up and down the keys. Then the red faced man started the singing, a little below the key, and the congregation followed. Telly's voice, clear and distinct, joined with the rest. A long prayer, full of baiting repeti tions, by the man at the desk followed, and then another hymn, and after that came a painful pause. To Albert's mind it was becoming serious, and he began to wonder how it would end, when there ensued one of the most weird and yet pathetic prayers he had ever listened to. It was uttered by an old lady, tall, gaunt and white haired, who arose from the end of a settee Close to the wall and beneath one of the smoke dimmed lamps. It could not be classed as a prayer exactly, for when she began her utterance she look ed around as if to find sympathy in. the assembled faces, and her deep set pierc ing eyes seemed alight with intense feeling. At first she grasped the back of the settee in front with her long, fleshless fingers, and then later clasped and finally raised them above her up turned face, while her body swayed with the vehemence of her feelings. Her garb, too, lent a pathos, for it was naught but a faded calico dress that hung from her attenuated frame like the raiment of a scarecrow. It may have been the shadowy room or the mournful dirge of the nearby ocean that added an uncanny touch to her words and looks, but from the moment she arose until her utterance ceased Al bert was spellbound. So peculiar and yet so pathetic was her prayer it shall be quoted in full: "O Lord, I come to thee, knowin' I'm as a worm that crawls on the airth like the dust blown by the winds, the empty shell on the shore, or the leaves that fall on the ground. I come poor an' humble. I come hun gry an' thirsty, like even the lowliest o' the airth. I come an' kneel at thy feet believin' that I, a poor worm o' the dust, will still have thy love an' perfection. I'm old an' weary o' wait in'. I'm humble an' bereft o' kin. I'm sad an' none to comfort me. I eat the crust o' poverty an' drink the cup o' humility. 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