Sheila of Big Wreck Cove eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 322 pages of information about Sheila of Big Wreck Cove.

Sheila of Big Wreck Cove eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 322 pages of information about Sheila of Big Wreck Cove.

It was said that Medford Latham had seldom spoken to or of his daughter, Lucretia.  She must have led a very lonely and repressed life while she was a little girl.  Medford Latham did not go to sea, for he had business that kept him on shore.

Medford Latham lived long enough to see Randall grow up, walk his own quarter-deck, and marry a maiden from the port who promised to be able to fulfill his hopes of a flourishing houseful of children.  She bore Tunis while young Captain Randall Latham was away, and he came back in time to christen the boy with the name of the most colorful city he had touched on the trip, not an uncommon practice of seagoing fathers on the Cape.  But Mrs. Randall Latham, watching her husband’s ship bear off to seaward in the face of a keen gale, caught a severe cold, and when Captain Randall returned the next time he came not to a cradle in the great living room of the big, brown house, but to an already-sodden grave in the family plot on the west side of the saucerlike valley.

Lucretia Latham had grown to be a tall, large-boned, silent, and quick-stepping woman—­a woman of understanding and infinite tenderness, although this tenderness was exhibited in deeds, not words.

The big, quiet-faced woman, who had never had a lover and on whom no man had ever looked with admiration, seemed to the casual observer cold and uncompromising.  She might speak to the dog, call the fowls to their meals, but she never otherwise spoke unless she was forced to.  When he was little, Tunis had found in her arms and against her breast a refuge from all hurt and fear, but it was a wordless comfort Aunt Lucretia gave him.

When he walked over from the cove that afternoon, after seeing the anchor of the Seamew over-side for the first time in this roadstead, Tunis found his Aunt Lucretia much as usual.  She watched him approach from the side porch, a warm smile of greeting on her rather gaunt face.  He knew that she must have watched the Seamew skim by, making for the channel into the cove; for he had written her when to expect him.  But she would say nothing about it unless he forced the gates of her silence by some direct question which demanded more than a “yes” or a “no.”

Lucretia folded him in her arms, however, and patted his broad shoulder with little love pats as he put his arms about her.  Her kiss for him was as warm on his lips as a girl’s.  They understood each other pretty well, these two; for Tunis had caught something of her muteness, living so long alone with her.

He went to wash and change his shirt.  Then he sat down in one of the huge porch chairs and rocked quietly, waiting for supper.  He could see into the kitchen, which was the family dining room as well, and when he saw his Aunt Lucretia take the coffee-pot from the stove and put it on the square Dutch tile by her own place, Tunis knew it was the only call to supper there would be.

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