Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1890-01-05

from experience that the tide setting toward
the shore would carry the eurlew past this
peak. So he went to its extremity, sat down
upon big stone and waited. All this
while the tide was rising fast, though, intent
as he was upon bringing the curlew to bag,
he did not pay much heed to it, forgetting
that it was cutting him on from the
land. At last, after more than half an
hour of waiting, he caught sight Of the bird
again. but. aS,bad luck would have it, it was
still 20 wards or more from him and in deep
water. He was determined, however. to get
the bird if he could, for Geoffrey hated leav-
ing his game, so he pulled up his trousers
and set to work 10 wade toward it For the
first few steps all went we'll, but the fourth
or fifth landed him in hole that wet his
right leg nearly up to the thigh and gave
his ankle a severe twist. Rejecting that it
would be very awkward If he sprained his
ankle in such lonely place, he beat re-
treat, and bethought him that unless the
curlew was to become food for the dogish he
had better strip bodily and swim for it.
This-for GeoffreY was man OF determined
mind-he decided to do, and had already
taken off his coat and waisteoat to that end,
when suddenly some sort OF boat-he
Judged it to be canoe from the slightness
of its shape-loomed up in the mist before
him. An idea struck him. The canoe, or
its occupant, if anybody could be insane
enough to come out canoeing In such
weather, might fetch the curlev and save
him q swim.
"HiP' he shouted in stentorian tones.
"Hullo thereP'
yes" answered woman's gentle voice
across the waters.
"Oh," he replied, struggling to get into
his waistcoat again, for the voice told him
that he was dealing with some befogged lady,
''I'm sure beg your pardon, but would you
do me a favor? There's adead curleW float
ing about there not ten yards from your boat.
If you wouldn't mind" -
A white hand was put forward, and the
canoe glided on toward the bird. Presently
the hand plunged downward into the misty
waters and the eurlew was bagged. Then,
while Geofrey was still struggling with his
waistcoat, the canoe sped toward him ike
a dream boat, and in another moment it was
beneath his rock, and q sweet dim face was
looking up into his own.
Now let us 60 back little (alas! that the
privilege should be peculiar to the recorder
of things done) and see how it came about
that Beatrice Granger was there to retrieve
Goefrey Binghsm's dead curlew,
Immediately after the unpleasant idea 70
corded in the last, or, to be more accurate,
in the first chapter of this comedy, had i'm
pressed itself upon Beatrice's mind, she
came to the conclusion that she had seen
enough of the Dog Rocks for one afternoon.
Thereupon. like a sensible person, she set
herself to quit them in the same way that
she had reached them, namely by means OF
q canoe. She got into her canoe safely
enough and padded little way out to sea,
with view of retu-ningt to the place whence
she came. But the further she went out
and it was necessary that she sh< d 60
some way on account Of the rocks Id the
currents-the denser grew the fog. Sounds
came through it indeed, but she could not
clearly distinguish whence they came,
till at last, well as she knew the coast,
she grew confused as to whittier she was
heading. In this dilemma, as she rested on