1900 
THE RURAL NEW-YORKER 
535 
In Old Maiioitiet Village. 
Part II. 
Sunday came. The Manomet meeting 
house was a sight to behold. All the 
girls wore the Cape Cod bonnets—all 
but Elizabeth. 'She appeared 'in her old 
hat, with eyes cast down, as though 
ashamed of her own Shabbiness. But 
her face was like a white rose, and her 
brown curls tumbled, thick and fine, 
about her neck and shoulders. As she 
slipped into the Miller pew, which was 
next father’s, Cindy, in a lot of new 
finery, tittered contemptuously behind a 
hymn book. Service began. Through 
the open windows came the breath of 
woods and sea, and the odor of caraway 
and fennel circulated among the con¬ 
gregation. Deacon Brown, who was deaf 
as a post, went to sleep, and his ear 
trumpet began to slip down his neck, 
and the tithingman was prodding the 
snickering boys, when a tall young fel¬ 
low entered the church and walked down 
the aisle, glancing around for a vacant 
seat. Now every place was filled but the 
Miller pew, and seeing this the late 
comer coolly stepped inside it, and seat¬ 
ed himself by Elizabeth. The girls be¬ 
gan to stare and whisper, and turn their 
beflowered and beribboned heads. Cindy 
nudged mother, and dropped our Bibles 
with a disgraceful noise. But Captaiu 
Rolfe seemed unaware of the sensation 
he was creating. He listened soberly to 
the minister in the high pulpit, found all 
the hymns for Elizabeth, and joined his 
deep bass to her clear treble wben the 
congregation sang. As soon as the bene¬ 
diction was pronounced, I leaned over to 
speak to the Millers, but Rolfe wa3 
ahead of me—he already had Elizabeth 
by the hand. 
“Do you remember the morning I went 
away?” 1 heard him ask. 
“Yes,” answered Elizabeth, and she 
colored beautifully, “I stood at the gate, 
and waved you goodby as you walked 
down the street.” 
“You did!” said he; “and you wished 
me good luck—you, a little thing, with 
your curly head hardly above the pickets 
of the fence! And good luck followed 
me throughout the voyage. Elizabeth, I 
think I owe it all to you." 
“Oh, you cannot believe that!” she 
protested laughingly. 
“But I do. Sailors, the world over, are 
a superstitious lot. You have grown a 
good bit in my absence, but I knew you 
as soon as I entered the church.” He 
greeted all the town folk cordially, but 
kept close to the Millers, and finally 
walked away with them down the hot, 
dusty road. Cindy was bursting with 
wrath and envy. 
“Did you ever see the beat of that?” 
said she, as we pursued our homeward 
way together. “And Elizabeth Miller 
was the only girl in church who didn’t 
wear a new bonnet.” 
“And who didn’t need one,” I an¬ 
swered gloomily. “The rest of you can’t 
hold a tallow dip to Elizabeth.” 
“Hear the boy!” cried Cindy in de¬ 
rision. “You’ve long been sweet on ’Liz- 
beth, but say, Joey, do you think she 
will wait for you now?” That night 
Cindy returned from prayer meeting, 
and told us that Rolfe had been sitting 
again in the Miller pew, and that he had 
gone home through the moonlight with 
Elizabeth. My heart burned like a hot 
coal. For hours I tossed sleeplessly, 
thinking of the whaleman. The next 
morning he walked into our store, and 
laid a white bearskin on the counter be¬ 
fore Cindy. 
“I promised you a present from Green¬ 
land, you remember,” said he, “and here 
it is.” He was nice and friendly with 
her, but when he went away she made a 
wry face. 
“A blind man can see what Jack 
means,” said she. “He doesn’t joke and 
MOTHERS.—Be sure to use “Mrs. Wins¬ 
low’s Soothing Syrup” for your children 
while Teething. It is the Best.— Adv . 
laugh with Elizabeth; he just keeps still, 
and looks at her.” 
I bore my torment for a while, then I 
took the old gun that I had offered 
Cindy as part payment for her bonnet, 
and started for the beach, where the sea¬ 
faring folk were usually to be found. 
As I went plunging through the wood, I 
stumbled against a man who was cut¬ 
ting letters on the trunk of a tree, and 
singing softly to himself as he worked. 
“Hello, Joey!” he called, gay as a lark. 
“Looking tor squirrels?” At once I felt 
like a fool. I tried to slip the old gun 
into the bushes. 
“Of course,” I answered glibly; “have 
you seen any hereabouts?” 
“No,” said the Captain. He finished 
the last letter with a flourish, shut his 
jack-knife, and put it in his pocket. I 
sidled up to the tree, and lo! he had 
hacked Elizabeth's initials in the green 
bark. 
“Come down to the beach, Joey,” said 
Captain Jack, “and have a sail with me. 
There’s no wind stirring, but I’ll whistle 
for a capful.” And whistle he did, as we 
strode down the path—the sweetest, 
clearest notes I ever heard. And pres¬ 
ently sometn.ng ruffled the water, the 
little waves began to leap; a cool mur¬ 
mur came up, as it seemed, from the 
heart of the sea; the Captain made the 
boat ready, and we jumped in. 
“That was pretty well done!” said I, 
admiringly. 
“It is my good fortune, Joey, to always 
get what I want,” laughed he. As he 
trimmed the sail he fell to telling me 
about his voyages in the South Pacific 
and the awful White 'North; of doubling 
the black precipices of Cape Horn, with 
floating icebergs threatening the ship on 
every side; of how the sea monsters 
were harpooned, and the perils of the 
whalemen; of the cruel floe, and the 
long days in southern seas hunting for 
sperm. I could have listened to the man 
forever! I forgot LiSbeth and the old 
gun, and when I trudged home my head 
was full of whaling stations, and blub¬ 
ber, and big fish, and sharp, clinker-built 
boats, and I acknowledged in my heart 
that Jack Rolfe was the finest fellow in 
the world. But presently the spell which 
he had thrown upon me passed away, 
and my jealousy revived. Though I no 
longer wished to harm the Captain, I 
saw that I must steal a march upon him. 
At nightfall I went to Elizabeth’s house, 
and found her leaning on the gate. She 
wore a muslin gown that looked like a 
white cloud, and some blush roses were 
dying ’in her bosom. 
“Was it here you stood,” I asked sulk¬ 
ily, “when you wished Captain Rolfe 
good luck, as he started on his voyage?” 
“Yes, Joey,” she answered in a dreamy 
voice; “just here.” 
“Elizabeth,” said I, “I want you to 
promise to marry me when I grow up.” 
She opened wide her beautiful eyes. 
“That is a long time ahead, Joey.” 
I are of the same age. You ought to be 
willing to wait for me five years, for I 
love you tremendously, Elizabeth.” 
Somebody came up to us on the other 
side of the gate and, leaning over, put 
an arm around my companion. 
“Here is another person that loves 
Elizabeth tremendously,” said Captain 
Rolfe, with laughter in his voice, “and 
as he is already grown up sflie need not 
wait to marry him, Joey. Ah, my lad, 
you are too late—'Elizabeth is promised 
to me. But, cheer up! you shall dance 
at her wedding.” 
There is no more to tell. He wasn’t 
the man to let grass grow under his 
shoes. He married Elizabeth, and car¬ 
ried her off to the other side of the 
world. And the morning they left the 
village I wished Cindy had never fished 
me out of the old well. Even to this far 
day my heart thrills to the name of 
Elizabeth. — Frank Leslie’s Popular 
Monthly. 
No one knows like a woman how to 
say things which are at once gentle and 
deep.—Victor Hugo. 
A Mending Bee. 
In the average household, where the 
mother herself is obliged to do ail of the 
mending, the weekly task is often one 
more dreaded than all others, says a 
writer in Table Talk. By a little fore¬ 
thought, however, this labor may be 
greatly lightened, or indeed made ac¬ 
tually enjoyable. I know of one neigh¬ 
borhood where half-a-dozen bright wo¬ 
men (all intimate friends) do their 
mending together, and “mending after¬ 
noon” has come to be regarded by them 
as the pleasantest one of the week. Some 
of them are obliged to take one or two 
little ones, but in the Summer and fine 
weather they play outside, with a maid 
or an older child to look after them, anc 
in the Winter they are allowed to play 
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for me,” one bright little matron said 
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served, but there is a fine if anything 
more than sandwiches or wafers is 
passed with the tea. Delightful food is 
served for the mind, however, as the 
members take turn about in reading 
aloud. Sometimes it is the news of the 
day, again it may be a new magazine, 
and quite frequently it is the book most 
under discussion at the time. By their 
method these busy mothers keep well 
informed as to current events, and are 
by no means ignorant of the literature of 
the day, as some of them would neces¬ 
sarily be, were it not for these mending 
afternoon®. 
Hn country places and small towns, 
where one’s evenings are generally one’s 
own, the mending basket its often 
brought forth after the tea-things have 
been cleared away, and paterfamilias 
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need not be as large. 
Calumny would soon starve and die of 
itself if nobody took it in and gave it a 
1 od gi n g.—Le igh ton. 
The fact is that at least one person 
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to the man who knows how.—Fra El- 
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In me yearning tenderness of a child 
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and every creature feeding on the hills, 
and every tree and flower and running 
brook and see how everything was made 
to love, and how they err who, in a 
world like this, find anything to hate 
but human pride.—N. P. Willis. 
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