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Updated: May 13, 2025
One afternoon Reeves took a fancy to revisit the Kelpy's Cave. Helen could not go. It was harvest time, and she was needed in the field. "Don't let the kelpy catch you," she said to him half seriously. "The tide will turn early this afternoon, and you are given to day-dreaming." "I'll be careful," he promised laughingly, and he meant to be careful.
She suffered and her love was unlawful, but she was loved in return she did not waste her love on someone who did not want or care for it. Elaine did, and her life went with it. Read me the story." Reeves obeyed. When he had finished he held the book out to her. "Helen, will you take this Tennyson from me in remembrance of our friendship and of the Kelpy's Cave?
Her calmness had reassured him. She did not care very much, after all; it was only a passing fancy, and when he was gone she would soon forget him. He went away a few days later, and Helen bade him an impassive good-bye. When the afternoon was far spent she stole away from the house to the shore, with her Tennyson in her hand, and took her way to the Kelpy's Cave.
It is a dark little cave in the curve of a small cove, and on each side the headlands of rock run far out. At low tide we can walk right around, but when the tide comes in it fills the Kelpy's Cave. If you were there and let the tide come past the points, you would be drowned unless you could swim, for the rocks are so steep and high it is impossible to climb them." Reeves was interested.
Helen dismissed the subject as abruptly as she always did when the conversation touched too nearly on the sensitive edge of her soul dreams. "Do you know where I am taking you today?" she said. "No where?" "To what the people here call the Kelpy's Cave. I hate to go there. I believe there is something uncanny about it, but I think you will like to see it.
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