. Isles in summer seas : (beautiful Bermuda). nvey-ance that caused the Artist to exclaim, but whatit contained. Seated in the center, and crushingwith his weight the springs supporting the low Beautiful Bermuda 241 body of the trap, was the biggest and fattesthuman being I ever saw outside a museum. Hemust have weighed four hundred pounds, if hetipped the scales at an ounce. The toiling beastin the shafts cotild scarcely keep therig in motion. As we watched, theArtist laughed loudly and busied him-self with a rough sketch to fix thething in his mind. He was hard at itwhen I saw something else
. Isles in summer seas : (beautiful Bermuda). nvey-ance that caused the Artist to exclaim, but whatit contained. Seated in the center, and crushingwith his weight the springs supporting the low Beautiful Bermuda 241 body of the trap, was the biggest and fattesthuman being I ever saw outside a museum. Hemust have weighed four hundred pounds, if hetipped the scales at an ounce. The toiling beastin the shafts cotild scarcely keep therig in motion. As we watched, theArtist laughed loudly and busied him-self with a rough sketch to fix thething in his mind. He was hard at itwhen I saw something else come intothe picture. This time it was a manand a girl. They stepped off the curb acrossthe street, opposite the famous rubber tree,and walked over just behind the slow moving con-veyance. The pair were the Love Well dam-sel and Phil, the lanky youth. She was laughingperhaps at the thing that held our attention, andher mirth seemed as spontaneously free and gayas anything I have ever heard. The Artistwheeled suddenly at the sound, folded up. 242 Isles in Summer Seas his sketch hastily, turned to me and saidsharply: Come on! This gave me more cause for speculation. Bythe time we boarded the ship I had arrived at theconclusion that the vaunted potency of the waterin the famed Lunns Well—Love Well wecalled it—had been seriously impaired by the longcenturies that had elapsed since its discovery. That is to say, so far as it bore upon the destinyof the Artist. He braced up to the age-oldchallenge in the question put to verse byWithers: Shall I, wasting in despair,Die because a womans fair; Or make pale my cheeks with careCause anothers rosy are? The End. lAY ? i9ia l i,,V,17.^,r^ °^ CONGRESS lllililB 0 015 818 873 9 #
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