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"You!" cried Mrs. Cristie. "When did you do that?" "It was two years ago this spring," said Lodloe. "I was up there getting material for an article on the college which I wrote for the 'Bayside Magazine." "Did you write that?" said Mrs. Cristie. "I read it, and it was just as full of mistakes as it could be." "That may be, and I don't wonder at it," said the young man.
And so we passed through Bayside in silence and started to cover that long stretch of road which ends in the railway bridge and the gentle descent into Woodfield. Arthur was not doing badly. He was at least keeping them straight. And in the circumstances straightness was to be preferred to distance.
Ken turned back a lapel and showed it, with the color rushing suddenly to his face. But the upshot of it was, that before the Asquam car later than usual arrived at Bayside, the Flying Dutchman was chugging out into the bay, so loaded with trunks that Ken felt heartily for the Irishman, who, under somewhat similar circumstances, said "'t was a merrcy the toide wasn't six inches hoigher!"
Bayside people soon found out that Rose Lawrence was coming home to marry Uncle Dick. Uncle Dick was much teased, and suffered under it; it seemed, as he had said, desecration. But the real goodwill and kindly feeling in the banter redeemed it. He went to the station to meet Rose Lawrence the day she came. When I went home from school Mrs.
At first I inclined to Rocky Valley; it possessed a railway station and was nearer the centres of business and educational activity. But eventually I chose Bayside, thinking that its country quietude would be a good thing for a student who was making school-teaching the stepping-stone to a college course. I had reason to be glad of my choice, for in Bayside I met Uncle Dick.
"You might have been disappointed. But she'll go and now I'll tell you what she and I are going to do!" On a morning late in May, a train pulled into the Bayside station, which was the rail terminal for travelers to Asquam, and deposited there a scattering of early summer folk and a pile of baggage.
I couldn't tell you, otherwise," he said. "I don't want the Bayside folk to know it would be a kind of desecration. They would laugh and joke me about it, as they tease other people, and I couldn't bear that. Nobody in Bayside knows or suspects, unless it's old Joe Hammond at the post office. And he has kept my secret, or what he knows of it, well.
They pitied him for the lonely life he must lead alone there at the Valley Farm, with only a deaf old housekeeper as a companion, for it did not occur to the Bayside people in general that a couple of shaggy dogs could be called companions, and they did not know that books make very excellent comrades for people who know how to treat them.
And yet, on the surface of things at least, the man had been nothing more than rude; as Cleggett watched the machine make off towards an isolated road house on the bayside he wondered at the quick intensity of his own antipathy. Unconsciously he flexed his wrist in his characteristic gesture. Scarcely knowing that he spoke, he murmured: "That man gets on my nerves."
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