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Updated: June 14, 2025
I'm getting to be an old man; I can claim certain privileges on that score, and if life means anything past forty, it means sharing its experiences with a friend. I'm going to speak of something that has never passed my lips for nearly twenty years." "You are very kind, Mr. Devant." Thornly set his glass down and thrust his hands in his pockets.
His troubled eyes looked pleadingly across the sunny bay toward the Station that had been his resting place and home for so long. "The old see mighty clar, Mr. Thornly," he said, turning his gaze to the present. "An' as ye git near port it's amazin' how the big things, the real things, hold yer thoughts an' longin's. I ain't done my whole duty by my little gal, an' the fact shadders my days."
Gentlemen do not play fast and loose with a woman like Katharine Ogden!" "I am sorry you judge me so harshly." Thornly flushed. "I should hardly think myself worthy the name of man, if I followed any other course. To marry Katharine with this between us would be sheer folly. To refer to it must in itself bring about the result I expect.
Devant got up, stretched himself and took to pacing the piazza slowly. "You know David of the Light?" asked Thornly. "As a boy I knew the characters roundabout here, somewhat. I'm trying to reinstate myself in their good graces. This place produces strange and unexpected types." "Yes, I found a pimpernel flower on the Hills to-day," said Thornly irrelevantly. "Even the flora is startling."
You thought me like them, just a thing to put upon your canvas to make you rich and famous! But I am a girl, like that girl up at Bluff Head! I am as good as she!" "My God!" Thornly looked at the bowed head, that sank again beneath the waves of passion. His eyes grew dim and his face paled. His soul had answered and had passed judgment that gave him grace to breathe freely!
I shouldn't wonder now, if he were looking at me as he hauls the oil up to the lamp; and Susan Jane, chair-ridden as she is, has eyes that go out like a devilfish's feelers; and then there is Mark Tapkins! I'm afraid you'll have trouble with Mark's eyes!" Thornly was laughing uproariously. "You open a vista of human possibilities that makes me about crazy," he said.
And Devant was undecided as to what he should do. Thornly had not "looked him up" after seeing Katharine. Indeed, that rigid young man had sailed, within the week, for Point Comfort, and Devant, fearing to meet Katharine alone, had hurried back to Bluff Head, there to be confronted by his Past in a most crushing manner.
"How far am I from the Station?" he shouted. It was Thornly's voice! It was the little whistle's call that had stilled the storm, and brought hope! Janet could not answer. All power seemed gone from her. When he came close he would know her and then why, why had he come? The girl had forgotten her disfiguring garments. Thornly was within a foot of her before he understood. Then he reeled back.
Devant better than you do, and I am glad for him." Janet shook her head. "Cap'n Billy must never know," she whispered. "There may never be a chance, but in any case he shall never have that hurt." "It would be an added joy, little girl," Thornly insisted, but Janet would not consider it. "So please go now," she had pleaded finally. "Go and think and think. Perhaps by and by who can tell?
Devant came closer and leaned over his companion's shoulder. "The coloring, of course, is lacking. I never saw such glorious hair and eyes. The eyes gave promise of a nobility the woman-nature utterly lacked. That girl, Dick, has wrecked my life!" Thornly handed the photograph to Devant. He felt as if he were in some way reading a private letter.
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