Deficient Saints: A Tale of MaineSaunders, Marshall
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Deficient Saints: A Tale of Maine
Saunders, Marshall
Maine -- Fiction
With her hat off, one hand trailing behind her in the cool black
water, shafts of sunlight flickering down between jealous leaves that
endeavoured to screen from them the flaxen head and white dress, she
babbled joyous self-revealings whose lightest phases were treasured by
the quiet young man who sat opposite her.
She was as free and as gay as the fishes below, the birds above, or
the shy wild creatures peeping timidly at her through the underbrush.
Why had she been given to him? Would he ever lose her? He was not
worthy of such a blessing! And sometimes he trembled in an excess of
happiness that was not happiness until he had tortured himself with
some suggestion of pain.
When she gently rallied him on his seriousness, he explained that at
all times he experienced the deepest awe when in the presence of works
fresh from the hands of the Creator. A budding tree, an opening flower,
charmed him into an ecstasy beyond expression, and, although only
vaguely comprehending this ecstasy, she would smile sweetly and relapse
into silence herself.
Sometimes she would motion to him to change the boat's course. He
did not at all times care to run into the lively picnic parties
from the hotels, the sole thought of whose members was to utilise
the most exquisite retreats of the river for purposes of eating and
drinking. Yet he was glad to see them come,--all those strangers who
made Rossignol so prosperous. He was an enthusiast on the subject of
the development of his native State, and talked at length to Derrice
of the great tide of travel floating ever northward, of the millions
of dollars brought annually into the State by summer visitors, of
the building of hotels and cottages, and of the quantity of game
slaughtered in the wildernesses up the great rivers. All these were
sure and certain signs that his beloved Pine Tree State was to become
more and more the pleasure-ground and place of relaxation for the
denizens of other States less favoured by nature.
Derrice always listened intently, then becoming a greater enthusiast
than he was himself, she, to his diversion and gratification, retailed
among the many strangers thronging the place, not only what he had
told her, but also a vast deal of miscellaneous information that she
collected relating to the industrial progress of the State, its old and
successful enterprises and its new and tentative ones.
The comparatively new sardine industry she was most interested in,
first on account of Captain White's connection with it, and secondly
because she had in her Sunday School class some young "dressers" from
the factories.
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