Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1894-08-31


of these men," Tom knew. Of course.
"l'll only mention one more" he
said, "your friend the Professor.
"Oh, do you mean Mr.. Dundee?"
the girl asked rather hurriedly. Tom
had taken his eyes off his interesting
saiLtops and was looking at her very
intently. "oh, he might be bearable
if he were not 50 frightfully lashfrf.
You know don't like him either"
''Do 1? Dundee was a great friend
of mine in college and is much finer
fellow than you seem to want to
/ ihink, Tom remarked.
Rosalind said no more, but gazed
out over the water. The wind was
growing much lighter; the sun hung
low in the sky; it was five o'clock.
/ Lockarby turned his sharpie toward
the shore. A hundred yards away
row-boat was gliding over the water.
Its sole occupant was large, muscu
lar-looking young man, with a light
mustache end heavy coat of tan,
who managed his oars well.
There goes Dundee now," Tom
said. "He looks as if he had long,
hot pull; probably been over to
Pirate Island to see that locSly Miss
Dockrand," he added, with a sly
! glance at his companion. "If l take
him in, you viii try not to eat him
up, won't you, Rosalind?"
Rosalind smiled. She looked any
thing but cannibal. So they hailed
the oarsman and Dundee's skiff was
I oon bobbing along behind the larger
-hoat, and Dundee perched on the side
!. the sharpie carrying on a rather
snltory conversation with Rosalind.
Arpm ~ Rot seem disposed to. help
-s.Efie still stared 1t thss
-.f'' - $3.50 .,
sere nearing the pier now. Tie wind
little, yet it was only a
lying gasp; Tom could easily see
hat. But he swung the boat slowly
round, nevertheless, and started out
oward the reef once more.
Enough wind for another tack,
ne explained.
The waves still rippled under the
bow; the boat bent slightly before the
breeze. 1t was very pleasant.
''Sam, take tho tiller a minute, :"
Tom said, when they were about a
mile from shore, 81 want to fix that
foremost spirit.
Dundee took Toms seat, and the
latter clam.bered forward to the bow
of the boat, where the sails hid him
from view. Suddenly a splash was
heard. 1t is simple thing to fall
INTO the water. Lockarby found no
trouble in doing it most naturally.
Rosalind and Dundee laughed un-
as Toms shining head
above the surface several
yards astern, like Neptune stilling the
tumultuous seas. as Sam suggested,
only the "tumultuous seas" we're as
level as field, and the feet of Eneas
was wholly lacking. Tom climbed
into Dundee's boat and sat there drip
ping, with his clothes clinging to him
in a most ludicrous manner.
"You poor, wet, clumsy fellow,
Rosalind cried laughing. Tom laugh
cd too. "Well, sit STILL" the CIR
went on, "and we will take you right
in"
But Tom objected; he wanted t.
row in, to keep from catching cold
he said. The others very NATURAL,
scoffed at such an idea, and Rosalin,
signalled shyly to Tom that she di,
not want to be left alone with Dundee
But Tom persisted. SO at last San
united the row-boat painter and thre,
it to him.
The wind was growing alarmingl
light. Lockarby pulled hurried
away. Don't go out much further
Sam," he called back, 'unless yo
want to scull home" He though
they seemed trife more sociabl
than they had been at first, and
noticed also that the sails were onl
half filed with wind. Tom laughe
softly as he tied his boat to the pier.
Half an hour later Lockarby issue
from the hotel, freshly arrayed. Mr.
Lorne was standing on the edge {
the bluff. She had telescope in ht
hand and was trying to focus it on
pretty little sail-boat that drifted idl
on the calm water about a mile fro
shore. Tom thought he recognize
the boat. He joined Mrs. Lorne al
recounted his afternoons expericne
81 can't quite make out what tn,
are doing" said she, trying to loo
through the telescope again after To
had finished. "Here, you try. A
they sculling? 1t does not look qui
like that to me-"
Tom took the telescope. No, it d
not look quite like sculling to hi