Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1892-08-13
pAwTUoKEr TRIBUNE: SATURDAY EVENING

lAio puIslnR river ns tNe wnis
OF the oarsiD.n rowed against the CUR
Cling ripplcs: then. throwing down their
oars. they iazily drifted back with tho
current.
But tho two boats Jean and Bess were
In vtfll shot up tho stream
Hunt. let us 60 bach. Wen DO on
tho snags presenuyi"
And Beas' face was ashen pale.
"Call Phil back; he must be nad~
And Jean. In tho other boat. waS say
ing.
Phil, drive ON the snags. You don't
core, and ] DON'T Hunt knows tho dam
ger. He'll stop IN tine.s
n was a dangerous pAaoa. whore tha
drifted logs krom The mountain torrenty
Law Embedded In The mud and reared
their heads like gaunt, devouring alit'
gators waiting for their prey.
At high water the boats would have
cleared them easily, but now they lurked
o hidden death beneath tho throbbing
water.
Buddenly Hunt Ashiy's boat shoe
ahead, daring the warning snagA
"Madman. what DO you meant y iifs
Is 80 cheap. you're welcome 10 tho death
you covetl Jepn. come into my boat l
command you" and Hunts voice had o
ring IN il Jean had never heard before
Command, indeedr shouted Phil.
hoarsely. "fou Ato pretty richly
ireighted. What more would you haver
"Jean.'
Then the two bright glancing boets
clashed, and over they turned, and with
two tremendous cries, "Hunt" "Phili"
down among tho driftwood the two
couples went, but together-for Hunt
had spraug 10 Jeen and Phil to Bees
and both were battling for tho vine
covered banka
As each one deposited his dripping
load safely under tho low spreading
tsces, an embarrassed silence fell ON the
quartet
Hunt was the first to break ID
NJ say, Phil, there has been Q CON-
founded mistake somewhera These
girls have been playing us nice game.
truly
mo such thing. u wasn't u.s." and
Bess' face rivaled the trumpet flowers
over her head.
well get the boats righted now. and
settle that question later" and, with Q
wicked laugh In his eyes, Phil walled
of 10 where his painted Boss wss roll
licking, bottom upward. among tha
vines and creepera
Il did not take twenty minutes to ge4
tho tipsy SHELLS aAoat
With tho airs Of 'conQuering heroes"
the young men stood by their respective
crafts.
"Choose your boats, young ladiesf-
Indignant chorus under the trees,
"To say men don't take advantage.
On, this s too much! To make ~
chooeel How meants
A whispered colloquy;
"b>1, you choose f<st' f
"Oh. no, Jean, you choose" ea
The young men stood regarding them
with owlish gravity.
"You win catch cold II yon do mot
hasten" from the boats.
'They might save our pride. I'm aw-
fully chilly. Bess." (Sneeze.)
$50 am /. ohr" (Two-three sneczes.)
Then Mr.. Hunt Ashly, with horrible
visions Of cold and catarrh, walked up
to Miss Jean Inslow and prisoning the
two little hands In one Of his, and en-
circling tho drenched. trembling little
figure, kissed her flower face afame.
''Now will you conner
eyes, Hunt And Weakness walked
obediently to her cookie shell namesake.
ri wouldn't have done It, Bess," muir
INJURED Phil, after be had performed the
same operation. 'if you had come your
self"
Miss Meekness Number Two followed
the lead of Meekness Number One. but
gave one last feminine claw.
And tomorrow WIS come. and bess
tripped over to see Jean.
Marvellous. what friends these two
had becomei There was never such q
thing In the world rs q cold-neveri
"Hemi have Won seen ANYBODY todavY'