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M Uncle Terry ... By... CHAKLES CLARK MUNN Copyright, 1000, by L?o A 8hoi>?rd AT weck afterwflrd, and early ono bright morning, tho CJypsy, with skipper, crew und n pnrty of eight Jolly young men on board, jailed out of Boston and that night dropped unehor under tho leo of an island In Casco bay. She remalued thero one full day and tho next ran to Booth bay and found shelter in a landlocked cove forming part of the coast lino of Southport island. It was after din ner next day, and while tho rest of tho party were either piaylug cards or napping in hammocks under tho awn ing, that Albert Page took ono of the boats, his pipe and sketchbook and rowed down the coast a mile to an In let he had noticed the day before. Tho enter point of this was formed by ft bold cliff that lie desired to sketch, and pulling the boat well up behind tho inner point, tying tho painter to a rock and taking tho cushions} along, he found a shady spot and sat down. Tho sloping rock bo selected for a seat was a little damp, but he thought UOthlug of It, and lighting his pipe be gan sketching. He worked for an hour putting tho weed draped rocks and long swells that broke over them Into his book, and then, lulled perhaps by the monot onous rhythm of the ocean, lay back on the cushions and fell asleep. The next lie knew he was nwakened by a cold sensation and found the tide had risen until it wet his feet, nastily getting up, he took tho cushions and returned to where ho had loft the boat, only to find it had disappeared. Tho rising tide had lifted the boat and painter from the rocks, and it was nowhere to be seen. "There must be some road back up on the Island," he thought, "that will lead mo near tho cove where the Gypsy is," and, still retaining tho cushions, ho started to find It. But ho was a stranger to Southport Islaud, and the farther away from the sea ho got the thicker grew the tangle of scrub spruce and briers. It was too thick to see anywhere, and after a half hour of desperate scrambling the afternoon sun began to t-eeni about due east. He had long stneo dropped the cushions, and finally, In sheer exhaus tion, ho sat down on a rock to collect himself. "It looks as though I'm billed to stay here all night," be thought a.s be noted 1 lie lowering sun. "and nobody knows how much longer! There must be a road somewhere, though, and I'm go ing to 0ml it If the light lasts long enough." He started once more and had not' gone ten rods ere he came to o:ie, and then ho breathed easier. Iiis elothoa were torn, his hands ami fuco scratch* cd by briers, and i > save himself he couldn't make it seem but that the :<-.iu wob setting Hi tlio vast, lie sat down to i IM nil. All Bouud of the oceau was gone, and a stillness that 6cemed to crawl out of the thlckot was around him. Ho rested a few moments more uud then suddenly heard the sound of wheels and presently saw, coming nrouud the curve, an old fashioned carryall, worn and muddy, and, driv ing the horse at a jog trot, a man as dilapidated looking as the vehicle. Gladdened at the sight, ho aroso and, holding up his baud as a signal, halted the team. "Excuao mo. sir," ho said to the man, who eyed him curiously, "but will you tell mo whore I nmt" "Waal," was tho answer in a slow drawl, "ye're on Southport island an' 'bout four miles from tho jumpln' off place. Wbar might yo be goln'? Ye looked bushed." "I am," answered Page, "and badly bushed too. I lost my boat over back hero on the shoro and bavo had a cheerful time among tho Mohawk briers. I belong to a yacht that is anchored in a cove of this island, I can't tell where, and if you will tak* me to her I'll pay you well." The man in tho wagon laughed. "Say, stranger," he observed with a chucklo, "you 'mind mo o' the feller that got full an' wandered round for a spell till.ho fetched up to a houso 3n' sed to tho man that cum to the oor, 'If you will tell mo who I am or wbar I am or whar I want tor go I'll give yo a dollar.'" Pago had to lough in splto of his plight, for tho humorous twinkle In the old man's eyes as he uttored his Joko was Infectious. : "I'd like tor 'commodato ye," ho add ed, '.'but as I'm carrylu' Uncle Sam's mall an' must git homo an' tend tho light, an' as ye don't know whar yo .want tor go, ye beet jump in an' go down to Saint's Rest, whar I live, an' in the mornin* wo'll try an' hunt up yor boat." It seomed tho only thing to do, and Albert availed himself of tho chance. "Can you tell tho spot whero you found me?" ho said to tho man as thoy started on. "I'd llko to go bock thero tomorrow and find my cushions." "Waal," was tho answer, "as I'vo druv over this road twice a day for nigh on to thirty year, I'm tolerablo familiar with It. My name's Terry, an' I'm keeper o' tho light at tho Capo an* carry the mall to sorter pieco out on. Who might ye be?" "My name's Page, aud I'm from Bos ton, and a lawyer by profession," re plied Albert. Uncle Terry eyed him rather sharply. "I wouldn't 'a' took yo for one," he said. "Yo look too honest. I ain't much stuck on lawyursV' he added with a chucklo. "I've had 'sperenee with 'om. One of 'em sold mo a hole in the ground onct, an' it cost me the hull o' twenty years' savin's! Ye'll 'scuso me fer boln' blunt -It's my natur." "Oh, I don't mind," responded Al bert laughingly. "But you mustn't judge us all by one rascal." They drove on, and as they Jogged up and down tho sharp hills he caught Bight here and there of the ocean, and alongside tho road, which consisted of two ruts, a path and two grass grown ridges, ho saw wild roses in endless profusion. On either hand was an in terminable thicket. In the little val leys grew masses of rank ferns and on the ridges, Interspersed between tho wild rones, Clustern of red bunch berrles. Tho sun was almost down wlion tljey reached tho top of a long hill and he saw nt Its foot a small hnr bor conuected with tho ocean by a mir row Inlet end around It a dozen or more brown houses. Beyond was a t a hi;If of rocks and, rlslug above them, the top of a white lighthouse. Uncle Terry, who bad kept up a running Uro of questions all the time, baited tho horse and Bald; "Ye can now take ycr first look nt Saint's Kost, otherwise known ns the Cnpe. We ketch some lobsters an' fish here an' bev prayer meetln's once a week." Then he chirruped to the horse, and thoy rattled down the hill to a small store, whore he loft a mail pouch and then followed a winding road between the scattered houses and out to tho point, where stood a neat white dwell ing eloso be ildo n lighthouse. "I'll take ye into tho house," said Un ele Terry na tho two alighted, "an' toll the wimmln folks to put on an extra ! late, an' I'll put up the boss." "I'm afraid I'm putting your family to some lueoiivenlonco," responded Al bert, "and as it is not dark yet I will alk out on t'.:-< point. 1 may see tho yacht nnd save you nil trouble." The sun. a ball of I've, was almost at tho horizon, the sea ail around lay an uurttfl'ed expanse of dark blue, undu lating wlU) the ground swells that caught t'.;c red glow of the sinking bup as they caiuo in and broke upon the rocks. Albert walked en to the highest of the there rockj and looked about. There was no sign of tho Clypsy, and only one boat was visible, and that a dory rowed by a man standing upright. Over the still waters Albeit could de tect tho measured stroke of bis oars. That and the low rumble of the ground swells, breaking almost at his feet, were the only sounds. It was like a dream of solitudes far removed from the world nnd all Its ellstracllona. For O fow moments ho ste>od contemplating the ocean ullght with the setting sun's reel glow, the gray rocks nt his feet anel tho tall whlto Ughthouso toworlng above him, and tbon started around tho point. Ho bad not taken ten steps when he saw the flguro of a girl lean ing against a rock and watching tho sotting sun. Ono elbow was resting on tho rock, her face reposing in her open hand and fingers half hid in the thick masses of hair that shone in the sun light like burulshed gold. A broael sun hat lay on tho rock, and the dellcato profile of her faco was sharply outlined against the western sky. She had not beard Albert's steps, but stood there unconscious of his scrutiny. Ho noted the classic contour of her fea tures, the delicate oval of her lips and chin, nnd his artist eye elwelt upon and admired her rounded bosom and per fect shoulders. Had sho posed for a picture she could not have chosen a bet ter position, and was so alluring nnd withal so sweet and unconscious that for a moment he forgot all else, even his own rudeness In standing thero anel staring at her. Then he recovered him self and, turning, softly retraced his steps so as not to disturb her. Who she was he had no ielca and was still wondering when he met Uncle Tony, who at once invited him into the house. "This 'ore's Mr. Pago, Llssy," he said as they entered and met a stout, elder ly and gray haired woman. "I found Ulm up tho road a spell an' wantin' to | know whar he was." Albert bowed. "I urn sorry to Intrude," ho said, "but I hud lost my boat and all points of the compass when your husband kindly took mo In charge." Being offered, a chair, Albert sat down and was left alono. He surveyed tho plainly furnished sitting room, with open llrepluce, a many colored rag ear pet on the flour, old fashioned chairs and dozens of pictures on tho walls. They caught his eye at onco, mainly because of tho oddity of tho frames, which were evidently homemade, and then a door was opened, and ?ncle Ter ry invited him into a lighted room whero a table was set. Tho elderly lady was standing at oue end of it and beside hor a youngor one, and as Al bert entorcd he hoard Undo Terry say, "This Is our gal Tolly, Mr. Page," and ns be bowed ho nuw, garbed in spotless white, tho girl ho bad seen leaning against tho rock and watching tho son sot. CHAPTER XX. HE appealing yet wondering glance that. Albert Page met as ho bowed to the girl stand ing beside tho table that even ing was ono he never nftorword forgot It was only one, for after that and dur ing the ontlro meal nor blue eyes were kept veiled by their long lashes or mod estly directed elsewhere. "It's a charming spot down bore," be remarked soon after tho meal began, "and so hidden that It Is a surprbeo. I noticed tho light as wo came in, but did not boo the villago." "Waal, ye didn't guas airvthlng/' re sponded his host, "Nono o'the homes uro much for style, an' inebbo ttfte lucky they're hid behind tho rock*/" "I thought them Quaint and comfort able," observed Albert, "but what an odd name you have, for tho place! Why do you call it ?alntVAestt* "Chiefly 'causo nono o' tho people have any chance tp become sinners, X reckon," was tho answer. "It's a trifle louesomo in tho winter, though." "I suppose fishing Is your principal occupation hero," continued' Albert seeing thai sentiment was not consid ered by Uncle Terry. "Your land does not seem udapted for cultivation." "There ain't much chance for tllllp'" he replied. "Tho land's wuss*n wbar I was bruug up, down hi Connecticut, ah' thar wo had tor round up the sheop once a week an' sharpen thar noses on the grlu'stuu! Wo manago ter raise 'nough ter eat, though." When tho meal was over Uncle?Terry said: "It's nice an' cool out on the rocks, an' thar*s some seats put thar. If yo enjoy Gm?kln' we best go out while tho wimmln are doin' tho dishes." The moon that Frank, had; planned to use was Hearing its full and high overhead, and as tho two men sought congeniality iu tobacco oujt on that louesomo polut Albprt couldfmot ..curb his admiration for the ftceno. Ills of fer of a cigar to his hosthadtybeen ac cepted, and as that quaint man sat quietly enjoying an od?r and"; .flavor he was unaccustomed to AlbertaVd; "This experience has been hieurprise to me from tho moment I.mexiyou. I had an ugly hour's scramble gwef .the noons nuo trirougn A tangle of scrub spruce and briers until I was utterly lost and believed tbls Jslaud an im passable wilderness. Then you como along and brought mo to ono of tho most beautiful spots I over saw. I should like to stay hero all summer and do notblug but look at tbls mag nificent ocean view and sketch theso bold shores." "Do you paint plcturs too?" queried Uncle Terr/( Hiuiueniy Interested. "Tolly's daft on doln* that, an' Is at It all tho time she can git." Then ho added with a slight reflection Of pride, "Mobbe ye noticed somo o' her plcturs In the slttln' room 7" "I saw a lot of pictures there," an swered Albert, "but it was too dark to see them well. . I should like to look at them in the morning." "Yo'll hov plenty o' time," was tho reply, "I must pull my lobster traps fust, an' after that I'll take yo in my dory an' we'll go an' find yor boat. I guess she must be lyln' in Seal cove, tho, only oponln' 'twlxt bore an' tho head she'd bo likely ter run Into." "And so your daughter is an artist, is she?" asked Albert, indifferent now as to where tho Gypsy was or when ho was likely to return to her. "Has she ever taken lessons?" "No, It comes nat'ral to her," ropllcd Uncle Terry; "she showed the bent o' her mind 'fore she was ten years old, an' she's pestered me ever since ter git her canvas an' paints an' sich. Hut then, I'm wlllln' ter," be added In a tender tone. Tolly's a good girl, an' Llssy an' me set great store by her. She's all we've got in the world." Then pointing to a small white stone Just to tho right of where they were, he added, "Thar's whar the othor one's been lnyln' fer mor'n twenty years." "This ono has grown to bo n very beautiful girl," said Albert quietly, "and you have reason to bo proud of her." Uncle Terry made no reply, hut seemed lost Ju a reverie, and Albert slowly puffed his cigar nnd looked out on the ocean nnd along the ever widen ing path of moonlight. He wished that this fair ghi, so quaintly spoken of, were there beside him, thnt he might talk to her about her art. How It could bo managed nnd what excuse to give for remaining longer than the morrow he could not see. lie looked toward tho house, white*'In the moon light, with the tall lighthouse and Its boacon flash Just beyond, and won dered If he should see tho girl again thnt night. Ite was on the point of suggesting they go In and visit a little with tho Indies when Undo Terry said: "I believe ye called yerself n lawyer, Mr. Page, nn' from Boston. Do ye hap pen to know a lawyer thai* that has got 03'es like a cat an' rubs bis hands as If he was wash in' 'cm while he's talk In' r Albert gnve n start. "I do, Mr. Ter ry," be nnswored. "I know him well. Ills name in Frye, Nicholas Frye." "An' as yo'ro a lawyer, an' one that looks to me na honest," continued Uncle Terry, "what Is yor honest opinion of this Mr. Frye?" "Thnt Is a question I WOUld rather uot answer," replied Albert, "until I know why you ask It nnd what your opinion of Mr. Frye Is. Mine might not flatter him, nnd I do not believe In speaking 111 of anybody unless forced to," Uncle Terry was silent, evidently ro votvlug a serious problem la bis mind. "I am golu' to beg yer pardon, Mr. Page," bo snld at last, "for speakln' the way I did regardln' lawyers in gin eral. My 'sperenee wltb 'em bus been bad, an' naterally I don't trust 'cm much. I'vo bad some deallu's wltb this 'ere Frye 'bout a matter I don't want to tell 'bout, au' the way things Is workln' ain't us they should be. I bMleve I'm robbed right along, an' If ? ye'ro willln' to help mo I shall be most . tarnaliy grateful an' will give yo uiy | word I'll never let on to anybody what ye say?an' Silas Terry never yIt broke J bis promise." Albert silently offered his hand to Undo Terry, who grasped It cordially. "I will tell you, Mr. Terry," he said after the handshake, "all I know about Mr Fryo and what my opinion is of biin. What your business with him is, matters not. I am certain you will keep your word, I recently worked for Mr. Fryo six months and left him to opon an ofTlco for myself. In (hat bIx months I became satisfied Nicholas Frye wns the most unprincipled villain ever mnsked under the name of lawyer. If all those you have had business with were llko him, I don't wonder at your remark today," Uncle Terry leaned forward, with el bows on his knees, resting bis face in the palms of his hands, and ejaculated: I "I knew It! I knew it! I'm a blamed old fool an' ought to hov a keeper put I over me!" Then turning to Albert ho ndded, "I've paid that thief over $100 this year an' hain't got a scrap of paper to show for 't, an' nothln's been done so for as I kin see 'bout the business." He meditated a few moments and then turning around suddenly added: "My wife an' Telly don't know nolhin' 'bout this, an' I don't want they should. Tliar's a sucker born every minlt an' two to ketch him, an* I b'llevo it! I'vo been ketched an' skinned for dead sure. I want to sleep on't, an' inobbo in the mornln' I'll tell ye the hull story an' how I'vo been made a fool of. I'm be ginniu' to think I kin trust ye." "I thank you for your good opinion," answered Albert, "and if I can help you iu any way I will." When the two ret timed to the house, Albert was shown to a room that re minded him of his boyhood homo, the old fashioned bed, spotless counter pane and muslin curtains all seemed bo sweet and wholesome. A faint odor of lavender carried him back to the time when his mother's bed linen ex haled the same sweet fragrance. He lighted a cigar and sal down by a win dow where the crisp salt sea air came in, and tried to fathom whnt manner of business Uncle Terry could have with Frye. And into this meditation also crept the face and form of the girl he had first seen watching the sunset. IHEN Albert arose the next Igjiieanj tuo ocean and n crisp breeze blowing In to the open windows. Ileheard the stir of Some one below and, dress ing quickly, descended to the sitting room. No one was there, and he stood for a moment looking at the curiously framed paintings that almost covered the wall. CHAPTER XXI. morning the sun was Just ap pearing round and red out of One in particular .caught his eyo. tt was u ship careened on the ocean with wavos breaking upon her. She was resting on rocks that barely showed beneath, and In her rigging, heavily covered With I CO, were live men. All around was the sen, tossed Into giant waves, curling and breaking about the stranded vessel. lie noted the llfollko Shading of the green and white bil lows, the Ice that covered over1/ shroud and rope and spar, and peering out of a cabin door was a womnn holding a babe In her arms. In a wuy it was a ghastly picture and one thut held his attention from all the rest. It was fruined in a broad, flat mold ing covered With shells. lie was still gazing at It when he heard I'nele Ter ry's voice bidding htm good morning. "Ain't ye up a little arlyV" said that worthy. "I hope ye slop* well. 1 glu erally roust out by daylight an' put out the light an* then start a tire, but thar was no need of you git tin' out so soon." "I think tho waves woke me," replied Albert, "and the morning is so beuu tiful I couldn't waste It In bed." "I'm goln' over to tho cove to mend a trap," continued Uncle Terry, "an' If ye're wlllin' I'd like to hev ye go along too. Tho wimmln '11 hev breakfast roady by that time, an' then I'll take ye up to Seal cove an' see if yer boat's thar." He seemed depressed and not Inclined to talk, and Albert sat on au overturn ed dory and watched him puttering away over a lobster trap. Ills hat had fallen off, and the sea winds blew his scant fringe of gruy hair over his bald head. His brown shirt was open at tho throat, disclosing a bony neck, and his well worn garments showed tho out lines of a somewhat wasted form. What impressed Albert more than all this was Ojo dejected manner of Undo Terry. When ho finished fixing tho trap ho pulled a dory In that was moor ed out In tho cove and carefully bailed and wiped It clean. When this was done he said almost wistfully: "I've worried a good deal 'bout what yo told me last night, an' I'd like to have a good talk with ye. I s'pose ye're anx ious to see yer friends an' let 'em know ye're all safe, an' I'll take yo up tho island the fust thing an* then go au' pull my traps, an' then if ye're will lu' wo'll sot down, If it ain't nskln' too much o' yo to wait," ho added almost pathetically. "I'll get Telly to show vo her picture, an' niebbe ye can give her some p'lnts as '11 help her." "I shall bo more than glad to do so," replied Albert, "but if that shipwreck scene is hers, she needs no advlco from me." Uncle Terry looked pleased, but made no answer. On tho way back to tho house ho said, "I'd mthor yo'd make no mention to the wimmln of our hev in' any talk." At the breakfast table ho seemed in better spirits and more like himself. "I think ye told me last night," ho re marked, addressing Albert, "that yo painted plcturs yorsolf some." And then, turning to Tolly, he added, "Mr. Page Is comln' back here blmcby jest to look round, nn' mebbe he'd liko to look ut some of yourn." Telly's face flushed Slightly. "I shall be d( lighted," added Albert, "If Miss Terry will favor me. Will you?" he add d in a persuasive lone. "I do not fbel tlint my pictures nrol good enough to show to strangers," shel answered in a low voice. "I havo{ never had any lessons or any ono to show me." "From what I've noticed in your sit-; ting room," responded Albert QUlckljr,! "you need not be ashamed to showj them to an artist. 1 am not one. II only sketch a little, Just as a remom-3 brnnce of places I visit, but I lovo plc-J tures even bolter than music." "I will gladly show you what I havol dono," replied Telly simply, and tberel tho conversation ended. When tho meall was over Albort observed, "With yourj permission, Mrs. Terry, I would like tol make a sketch of your home and thol lighthouse, and after Mr. Terry has.* helped me to lind my friends I am com-^ ing back." Then, turning to Telly, lies added, "I can then feel easy in myj mind and Shall enjoy looking over your 1 paintings." "Won't ye stop to dinner with usV'S asked Aunt Llssy as Albert thanked* her for hot* hospitality. "We'll be gladj to have yo." "I will, thank you," replied Albert.* "This point, and In fact this village,1* was such a surprise to mo and is sol charming I am going to devote all my] day to it." Then, bidding the ladles] good morning, ho followed Uncle Terry i over to the cove, whore they boarded] his dory and started out to And tho] Gypsy. j| "And she has the soul of an artist j tu her," Albert said to himself, as Uncle Terry pulled tho dory out of the ; harbor and up the coast toward where] he had been left stranded. "And what i eyes, and what a perfect form!" As good luck would havo It, when they rounded a point, there was the] Gypsy following the island shore down ] to meet them. Albert stood up and | waved his cap. lie was answered by I tho whistle and in an instant every one ] on board of her, even tho crew,-were, out on her bows and waving copsj lustily. Tho skipper kept the whistle] blowing, and its the yacht slowc la down and Uncle 'Jerry pulled nlonj J side, Albert was seized and almost] dragged on board. Frank was so over joyed ho hugged him and then gnvOj vent to a war whoop that might have] been heard the entire length of .South ': port island. "We guessed what had happened to] you," ho said, "when wo picked up;] your boat. It was almost dark whenj ono of the crew saw an empty boatJ floating up tho bay. We were all down! in the cabin at that time and had n< noticed how bite it was, when hoi called us. Two of the crew lowcrcdl the other boat an 1 when they ? . back with yours we nearly had a llt.jj The inissinjj cushions and loop "-a thei painter gave us clew and we !> ilf e.\-| peeled you woul i And your way I aek| to the Gypsy by land." f; "I guess you're net much acquainted ] with the Interior of Soulhporl ldlund,"| put in Albert, !.!<! then going forwards ho brought back Undo Terry and in-t trod need him to tho crowd. P.y this? time the Gypsy was almost down toi the Capo .Mid, under one bell ami Ihog direction of Undo Terry, rho dowlyfj steamed in. Thai worthy man luull been looking ove r her and Ids admlra-y tton was evident. [I (TO BE CONTINUED.) ^ There are 7,000 Men of Voting Age in Laurens County Over 90 per cent of these men, or about 4,500 cannot afford to pay fancy prices for their clothes; Yet these men during: the last decade have become educated to the importance of being* well dressed. 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