Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1882-12-16

ture, with great, slunberouS dark eyes,
and 4 nameless grace and fascination
about him. But his dress was coarse and
common and his hands were embrowned
with toll.
With that wonderful face and figure
like some rare old statue, he was only u
fisherman after all.
Ka,hleen's face WAS huShed, and she
GLANCED up rimidly. But before She could
say word Mr.. Fahshawe turned upon the
Intruder with cool stare ol insolence.
What do you mean ?" he demanded.
''How dare you interfere with my aaiirs,
sir?"
The young man raised his hat with !
graceful bow.
my name is Sanford, he said, quietly,
'-Ray Sanford. | live mile above the
beach. am accustomed 10 the Lake. !
spend half my time upon it. know all
the boats; ;he one YOU have chosen Is um-
worthy. Ii you 90 out in her you.wi!I
certainly be drowned"
lie put OH his hat and walked away
without another word. lie MAS proud,
too; il WAS easy TO see that.
glanced 1T Kathleen. She did not see
me; here eyes were ben; upon the grace
ful iig re in lis coarse dre-s, moving away
down the shining sands.
saw her clench her hands and set her
teeth together, ana then her gaze encoun-
tered mine, and then. starting slightly,
She forced Il smile.
"Arc You ready, ladies?"
Arthur Famshawe's voice broke the ST.
lcnce.
"Are you going in that boat?" inquired
Kathleen.
$40 be sure. am not foolish enough
to pay any heed 10 the crorkimgs of yomdcr
clodhopper. I'll teach him that |. too,
understand managing - Loat it DO not
spend half my time OH The lake"
"lou are careless in your epithets, Mr.
Fahshawc," observed Kathleen. trisidly,
mistaken likewise. Mr.. Sanford Is a
gentleman"
"Yon have the honor Of his acQuaint-
ance, ii seems"
Kathlrcn's eyes flashed, but she con-
trolled her anger.
"ile taught me- to row." she answered, 4,
anG said no more.
But she said enough 10 set me thinking.
Well, we yielded TO the ruling power
and souu, seated in the pretty boat, were
dancing mcrrily over the water, far away
and soon out of sight of land.
1t was perfect day, and, full OF lie
and gayety, we had forgotten all about
Young Saniord's warning, when suddenly
there was Il low exclamation Of horror
from Kathleen:
"The boat is filling with water. do
believe we are sinking"
1t was too true.
The boat leaked ut every seam. The
wafer was pouring in; soon We would be
beyoud the reach Of human aid.
shall never forget that hour as loiig as
live.
Fanshawe, livid with fear, crouched in
the bow of the boat and uttered never 4
word.
Mrs. Langley wrung her hands and
alternately shrieked and moaned-now
prayin. and now her voice drowned in Il
storm Of sobs and tears.
Kathleen sat like u statue Of stone, her
hands folded, her eyes bent Oh spot far
away.
On we drifted. The boat was rapidly
filling; it WAS more than half full.
| crept to Kathleen anu put my arms
around her.
"Kathie, Ktthir," cried, owe must
die. Is it not dreadful!"
"There are worse fatcs ol earih,' she
answered, her pale lips scarcely seeming
to move, and still her brown eyes watched
that Tiny speck as it grew larger: man
in a bolt--I man bending NIL his energies
TO NEE, us.
4 strange smile touched Kathlecn's
lips.
Ray" she muttcred, as though she hal
forgotten our presence, "Isay, knew you
would come"
1t was, indeed Ray Sanford, and he was
rowing with the strength Of giant and
the energy of man determined TO win or
die.
lie reached us at last-not second too
soon. aroused Mrs. Langley from lit
OF incoherent sobbing aud circulating and
pointed TO our rescuer.
lie stood up IN his boat and had Kath-
lecn i'm his arms In AD instant. Then he
turned to Mrs. Langley aud me. Fan
shave followed us, and soon We were all
safe in his boat--saved from a dreadful
death!
Not word was spoken during ia" long
run home. Kathleen never looked at Ray ;
she seemed unconscious of his presence.
When we reached the shore she drop
ped from the boat unassistcd, as though
she did not see the young mans proGered
hand.
Fanshawe, safe on shore, was himself
again. Turning 10 Sanford lie took bank
note from his pocket aud rendered it TO
the young man.
"lIere," said he, in cold. insulting
tone, "you've helped us out Of a scraPe;
allow me to"
But he never finished. Ray Sanford
struck the money from his hand, and theig,
without word, strobe OF down the shrn-
ing beach. After that we saw him no
1n0rP.