Morris tribune., 1880-08-05

Marcia spied an empty basket floating
down the stream and declared that she
wanted it, so Guy rowed out alone to get
it.
Suddenly, they never knew why, the
boat capsized, and Guy in trying to re-
gain it was carried yet further down the
stream.
"Never mind the boat!" shouted Win
fired. ''Swim ashore, the current is
strong.
Which Guy at last concluded to do.
When nearly In shore he was sudden
ly seized with cramps and could swim
NO further. Marcia shrieked and wrung
her hands, and cried:
sob, he'll drown-hell drswnl"
"Hold your tongue Run to Patterson's s
for help" cried Winifred, pere mptorily,
and at the Same time sprang into the
river herself.
In few seconds she was beside the
sinking man, clutching him firmly by
the arm with one of her strong hands she
struck out slowly but surely for the
shore. Guy was tall and we'll proper.
toned, and it took all her strength to
get him to, but she did it and none too
soon, for her own strength was giving
out.
"The heavens be praised?" cried Jim
Patterson. 1t is lucky for poor Mr.. Aver
i'll that he wasn't alone with Miss Marcia.
It's a strong arm and a courageous heart
you've got, Miss Winnifredl Come, Joe.
lend a hand, and we'll carry him home.
Faith, but he's heavy"
The doctor was sent for, and GUYS in
opportune cramp proved to have been
caused by a disordered system, conse-
quentlY he was quite ill for some days.
His mother was sent Tor, and he had
the best OF care, though he would rather
have had Wln1fred with him more. 1t
was always Marcia who famed him and
read to him in his mothers absence, al
though Winifred always brought him his
meals, and somehow the heretofore ad-
mired sweetness began to pale. He sigh
ed for little breezy chat as on warm
afternoon one will sigh for an .invigcrat-
ing sea-breeze.
Mother" said he suddenly, the first
day he was able to sit up, (which do you
like best, Winiired or Marcia9''
"Just the question intended to ask
you," was Mrs. Averill's diplomatic an
sWer.
"Marcia is so gentle"
every; and so quiet"
"Winifred ia strong, mentally as well
as physically"
"She is an admirable girl"
Clearly he could get no decided Opin-
ion from his mother. He finally began
again:
"The fellow that gets either of them
for wife will be lucky."
''VGry true. Is there any prospect that
my boy will be so lucky9"
~ wisk there was'-with a sigh.
"But fear not; she is 500 strong.
"Thank fortune, it is Winifred!'' Mrs.
Averill thuoght. But she said:
"Who? Marcia?"
"Marcia! Oh, motherl' he laughed.
81 never thought you could be so sarcas-
tic! No, mean Wiaifred, of course.
Dear, courageous grill owe my life to
her braveryI'
'Indeed you do"
"What fear is that so grand, so large
hearted girl-one so full OF vigorous
llfe-will never consent to settle down
in the quiet way in which my wife may
have to live for little while, for two
thousand dollars year is not limitless.
Fancy Winifred pottering over domestic
details, regulating the servants and Or
dering the dinners! Fancy my queen in
dark, dirty k4,henr'
''Winifred Tremaine will never per-
nit her kitchen to be dirty! Guy, who
do you suppose has prepared your tea
and toast, your beef-tea and toast, your
blanc mango and jelly, your dropped eggs,
your little daint1es of all sorts, these
three weeks past9'
"Why, the cook, of course!''
"By no means. Winifred has her.
self prepared every mouthful she has
brought you; she makes every loaf of
bread and cake, every pudding and pie,
that Is eaten in this house."
"You amaze mei'
"Why2 because she don't make show
of her worka Because she enjoys out
door life after attending to her domestic
duties9 She is not only good rider and
all that, but she is thoroughly and prac-
tically domestic"
Guy didn't say any more then, but he
did considerable thinking. A week later
he said to Wini1red:
~ have never yet thanked you for saw
ing my life, Miss Tremaine-
''PIease say no more!' she cried,
hastily. "What else could I have
done7"
"And 1 am not going to thank you un-
Ill know whether my rescued lHe is to
be one of happiness or misery. Wini-
fred, love you very dearlyl Can you
love me little9 Can you consent to be
my wite9 If not, if you give me no
hope, I shall blame you for not letting
me drown that day. Just one word, dar-
lingW
dill don't like to be blamed.
And Guy didn't blame her.
Cassius Barclay always calls his wife
brother-ln-law "Winitred's fotsam, !" and
says:
"Helen, your sisters fotsam is really a
little too good to have been left as food
for tho fishne -