The Dawson journal., 1883-03-15
VOL. 18-NO. 3.

med Gainsborough and walked by
his side to the river
sit is pretty she said gazing out
upon the lake which reflected each
shining star and heecy floating cloud
upon its mirror-like surface.
pretty yes, beyond all others
have ever looked upon" Something
In his tones caused Garry to look up
quickly, and she blushed as she found
his eyes gazing straight into hers.
Carrie, II love you.'
There, it was said. The die was
cast, and Harry's heart jumped up
into mis- throat.
"Mr. Sloan
"There now, Carrie. don't Mr..
Sloane me. Can you not call me
Harry H.
II might-that is if I had known
you longer"
"You call that farmer-Jack."
mo, Jack and l were children to-
gether. That makes difference.
you see.'
Isuppose so. But, Carrie, tell me,
do you love met" asked Harry, try
ing to take her hand in his, liberty
which she did not seem disposed to
permit.
''I-I-let us go back now, Mr.
Harry" said Carrie.
81 love you, Carrie. viii you not
give ine just one small ray of hope p
'I-I-don't know" responded
she.
Harry seemed very much in ear
nest. Jack hal never during all his
years of their association, spoken OF
love. She, like other girls in com
mon, had good deal of admiration
for brave man. And Harry SLOANE
seemed valiant parsonage to Car
rie, since he had dared to tell her
that he loved her.
''Who does know, then?" asked
Harry.
'I-cannot; please let's go
back home now, uttered Carrie.
''Shall we row the boat, the little
boat down there, up to the stream
which flows by the house ?" said Har-
ry pointing to a small boat near
them.
''If you wish," said Carrie.
They got into2the b raj, and push
ing it from the shore, Harry pilel the
oars. A silence fell on them afteY
the boat had gone short distance.
They reached the turn of the wa
ter, where the small stream poured
its crystal waters into lake. Harry
turned the boat around horror
the frail affair struck against a rock,
and III another instant they were
both precipitated into the water
Harry, as lie went over, managed to
grasp hold of the boat, and Carrie,
as good luck would have it, found
herself seated securely upon the
rock.
"Miss Harvey" said Harry, "we
are IN nice predicament.
"I'm wet through and through"
cried Carrie.
Strangely enough, the thorough wet
ting seemed to take all the romance
out of both. Here in the water, up
to their waists, Harry hanging on
the shattered boat for dear life, and
Carrie seated upon the rock, some
ten or more yards from shore, all--all
affairs connected with love were
utterly vague 10 them.
What shall we dog said Carrie.
Harry did not reply. Swim he could
not, and he knew if he once lost his
hold he would go down to watery
grave.
Tin sorry we started. Il
Miss, Miss Harvey, we shall both be
at the bottom by morning. suffered
Harry.
''Humphl I shouldn't wonder a
bit, poor Mr.. Sloanl"
Oh--what do you-you mean?"
"Why don't you do something,
Mr. Sloane? Swim to the shore for
another boat. Do any thing to get
| me on THIS hOrr1d rock u
'I-I can't swim -
"Jack can"
I'm glad TOTO hear it. II
wish Jack was here'
Carrie then seemed to be possessed
of an idea which she suddenly put
into effect, for raising her voice to
its highest pitch, she cried
MInck lack Jack |"