The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1895-07-24
THE
Flowing Source.
BY A. I. QUIIEER COUCH.
- flMah IrSiug RachaLe
copyright iseA by IrSing Bachsller.l

bottoms had the luck TO knock over
two brace OF woodcock.
He rode back with his spoil. and was
making fast to the ferry steps wneh d
thought struck him. He shipped the
paddles again and pulled down 10 ron
teglos. The short day was slosihs
ana already a young moon glimmered
on the foods.
The woodcock was cooked to turn'
,ucier birds never reclined ON toast
The waitress removed the cloth ana re-
turned with a kettle: retired ana re-
turned again with shor'-he'Ne"
bottle, a glass and spoon. sugar, nut
,rsy, and lemon: retire" with q"
twinkle in her eye.
go fortify YOU" said Mistress Pru-
dsnce. rubbing a lump Of sugar geht'y
on the lemon rind.
"The night air." Master simon MUIR
mure3,
"Asainst the damp house you're so'hs
back to-" the lady corrected.
"You talk without giving 1t a trial
As YOU talk, In your parlor. of deep
sea VOYAGES"
AS a ships captain you would re-
spect me, perhaps"
NO, for you haven't the head BUT
l should like your pluck II l saw you
setting OF for sea in earnest,l wouiu
run out ana give you chance to steer
a woman instead of ship. You would
tind her safer
Master Simon emrtied his glass. rose,
and wound his great comforter about
his neck. The widow saw him to the
door.
You're very obstinate woman" he
said.
And with this he unmoored his boat
and rowad -esolutely homeward. A
strong wind came piping down ON the
back of a strong tide. and Master Simon
arched his shoulders against 1t.
Married man or mariner" 1t piped,
as he rounded the first bend.
Master Simon pulled his left paddle
hard and rounded the bend.
Married man or mar"
Crash!
His heels flew up and his head struck
the bottom boards. Then, in a mo-
ment, the boat was gone. and rush Of
water sang In his ears and choked him.
He saw black shadow overhanging,
ard clutched at it.
Mistress Prudence stood in her door
way on the quay. as Master Simon had
left her. In the room above. the wait
ress blew out her candle. drew up the
blind and opened her window to the
moonlight.
"Selinaw the mistress called
Selma thrust out her head.
what's that coming down the river?"
A black, amorphous mass was moving
swiftly down toward the quay.
II think tits a haystaok," Selma whis-
pered, and then, Lord save US all,
there's man on it,
"A man." cried the widow, shrilly.
What man."
A voice answered the question, call
ing for help out Of the rivera voice
that she knew.
what Is it?" she called back.
'T think" quavered Master simon,
II think 'tis the roof o Flowing
Source
Mistress Prudence ran down the quay
steps. cast of the first boat that lay
handy, and pulled toward the dark mass
sweeping seaward. AS 1t crossed ahead
Of her bows, she dropped the paddles
ran to the painter and flung it forward
with all her might.
The Pandora's Box Inn stands on
that is left Of Flowing Source hangs on
the wall of the best parlor-four dark
oak timbers forming frame around a
nortrait. the portrait of a women of
middle age and comfortable counten-
ance. In the ri,ght-hand top corner OF
the nioture. in letters Of faded gold.
runs the legend: Uxor bona instar
navis.