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"What can it be?" Louise cried. "The lifesavers!" "And their gear lifeboat and all," Mr. Tapp agreed. "Must be a wreck " His gaze swept the sea and he seized Louise's arm. "There! Don't you see her? A vessel in distress sure enough. She's drifting in upon Gull Rocks. Bad business, Miss Grayling." "Oh, there is Lawford!" murmured Louise. "He's with the surfmen!"
We stopped to pass the night at Shawnik, a village in one of the most picturesque ravines I ever saw. There runs the Bukovitza, a tributary of the Drina, a wild and bold trout stream, abounding also in grayling, the trout being unaccustomed to the fly, as they are in most of the streams hereabout.
It was a spacious country residence in good condition, and Mr. Grayling was favorably impressed. The key was procured and they entered. The interior bore out the promise of the exterior. The rooms were well and even handsomely finished. They were twelve in number, and there was a good-sized bathroom. "I wonder if the plumbing is good?" said Mr. Grayling.
Anscomb told me what I'd have to do in the picture. "Land sakes! I can cry re'l tears with the best of 'em you see if I can't, Miss Grayling. You ought to be a movie actress yourself. It don't seem just right that you ain't." "But I fear I could not weep real tears," Louise said. "No. Mebbe not. That's a gift, I guess," Gusty agreed. "There! I got to go now. He's callin' me.
His tongue was quite as nimble as Cap'n Abe's had been. On the day of her arrival, Lou Grayling had believed she would be amused at Cardhaven. Ere the second twenty-four hours of her stay were rounded out, she knew she would be. During the day Cap'n Amazon and Amiel Perdue carried Louise's trunks upstairs and into the storeroom, handy to her own chamber.
The bending willows swept the river surface with slender green ringers, startling the trout and grayling that quivered and darted in the pools and shallows. Life and beauty and happiness were everywhere; and far to the eastward, piled high against the horizon, rose the white marble walls and towers of mighty London. They looked less real than the clouds.
Turning to her attendant cavalier, she dismissed him with a bow. 'Is there an empty chair? She seated herself in the one Miss Grayling had just vacated. I sat down beside her. She glanced at me, laughter in her eyes. I was all in a stupid tremblement.
Many people hold that grayling injure a trout stream by devouring trout-ova and trout-food, by increasing too rapidly and in other ways. Beyond, however, proving the self-evident fact that a stream can only support a given amount of fish-life, the grayling's opponents do not seem to have made out a very good case, for no real evidence of its injuring trout has been adduced. Char.
He looked able to do heroic things in real life as well as in the drama. And as their walk and conversation developed, Louise Grayling found the actor to be an interesting person. He spoke well and without bombast upon any subject she ventured on. His vocabulary was good and his speaking voice one of the most pleasing she had ever heard. So interested was Louise in what Mr.
Fine old man, your uncle, Miss Grayling. And what stories he can tell of his adventures my word!" "Come over to-night and tell me how he is, betty, won't you?" the girl whispered to the "able seaman" and the latter, nodding her comprehension, pulled back to the sloop.
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