150 POINT JUDITH. 



POINT JUDITH. 



IT is a long, weary, and dusty ride by the way of 

 the New Haven and Shore Line Railroads to Kings- 

 ton ; but if, at the end of the journey, a pretty little 

 widow, with hazel eyes, is found waiting to drive 

 over to the South Pier in the stage, and you are the 

 only other passenger, you will probably consider 

 yourself repaid for all annoyances. 



It is seven miles from Kingston to the South 

 Pier, the driver may happen to be a little tight, 

 very sleepy, and wholly unobservant of what is 

 passing in the back of his vehicle. Moonlight is 

 either reflected with great brilliancy from hazel 

 eyes, or else hazel eyes originate a brilliancy akin 

 to moonlight, and certainly moonlight, hazel eyes, 

 white teeth, rosy lips, soft hands, and a slender 

 waist, are very bewitching in a close carriage of a 

 moonlight night, with a preoccupied driver. Some 

 women have a smile like sunshine, and their laugh 

 rings like a chime of bells; and if you happen to be 

 riding alone with a pretty widow, and something 

 suggests love-making, and her merry laughter slowly 

 dies away into a gentle smile, and the smile fades 

 into a look of sympathetic feeling, that you have to 

 draw very near to see, till you feel her palpitating 

 breath upon your cheek, and her hand trembles 



