The Monticellonian., 1895-09-20

 so apt to tuck things away in book and then forget all about them Yet, after all, he might have given her 6 chance to explain.
 She was aroused from her reverie by the soft rush of waters parted by the even stroke of strong arms Marie turned her head shoreward; man was rapidly swimming toward her The head looked very familiar, but he had written her he was going on the eight ten. ! few more strokes and there was no doubt of his identity; she turned her gaze again out to sea He cLambered mp on the rock beside her lle Was a superb creature, with limbs bronze and shining as one of Gerome's Arabs He looked like some radiant river god with 6 dash of water on his chestnut hair, his eyes as blue as the morning sea, and pith that beauty in his lace that comes from conscious strength and Itindfiness and the glory of yoatb and vigorous, overhowing life
 "Good-mornmg, Marie"
 She had not yet looked at him, but sine met his gaze now with half smile.
 Fl thought you were going on the eight ten. a
 al started" he answered, crossed the ferry. went to the station, and came back Why did you come out here alone2 You should have known better, the tide is running out now and the swim back will be a hard pull all the way"
 "I am quite capable of taking care of myself she answered, somewhat sti1fiy. and if you are afraid of the tide you would better go in at oHce.n
 He was astonished to find her adopt ing an injured tone; If anyone had 8 right to be hurt. he surely was the one to enjoy the privilege of that position He looked at her despairinelr; the lit. tie curIs, dried bl the sun and wind, beekoned maddingly. He forgot his grievance for moment
 .\Yhen Venus came ashore on the wayes," he said, keeping his eyes on the curls, "zephyrus blew her there, and before he left her he hovercd about and kissed her until her hair, which the sea had wet, was dry and shining like silk; but always kept the crinfIe tine motion of the waves had given 1t. and all trne daughters of Venus have inherited that ripple of the waves ever since That is the story | always think of he finished, seeking now her clear gray eyes, when l see your hair in the sun, Marie.
 She laughed gayly. Ut seems to mo some one else is dipping into poetry besides poor Jack. ,,
 His brow darkened. Don't make joke of it., he said; s'the blood has been boiling in my veins ever since I read 1t. l don't blame Jack for loving you, HOT for writing it to you. I ought not to have read it. but the thought of his having his arm about you, as 1t clearly implies, and that you have cared for him, perhaps care for him still, has driven me almost beside my self II You have any pity for me tell me the truth, or let me go.
 sYou may go, she spoke eoldly; .I will not keep you.
 sSee; We are hare." he said, ..under the free sl1y, with the pure clear water. all about us, close to honest nature. And fife would be so good to me ifs there always to be an riff onlF knew tbe truth and that it is not what thoaght-that you do not care for him
 .'I am very fond indeed of Jack, and as for tae verses, think they are eharmiHg and Shat any girl should be happy to inspire a man ike that
 s.f frivolous than l believed, and you have not been true To either of us.'
 .I think l will swim in she said. She slipped of the rock and struck out for the shore. He followed her silent lN keeping his eyes upon her, for the tJdc was making hard out to seq
 Don't Cry and buck against the tide, he called; slet it carry you down. ,lust swim for the shore; you waste your strength that way" He was swimming close beside her now.
 "If Ineeded 1t, she asked, would you be strong enough to tow me in?'
 He laughed grimly "Tr.y me, he answered
 He took both her hands in his, swim ming easily on his back, to this healthy young giant her added weight was hothIHg, They went rushing through the water at what seemed terrific rate of speed to the girl whose endur- anee had already been taxed by the swimming. and the sense ef security and strength it gave her was a deli. cious relief.
 Al last they reached the float; the little boys were tearing up and down the sand doing Jumping "stents She let go of his hands and he lifted her easily to the float, She was quite palei perhaps there had been some nervous strain in her unusual exhaustion
 "Don't you eel well?' he asked, as he stood beside her, taking long, deep hreatIls after his eXertion.
 She put out a small, wet hand to him which he gladly took in his own damp grasp. sI should never have gotten in alone she said, catching her breath little, ESQ I cannot be horrid t3 yoa ans more. That book belonged to ny Cousin Mollie, but she does not want to announce her engagement to Jack tiil the fall "-Demorest' Nigga zine
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 Willie Yardsticl1 and Charley Ril- boncouuter were proceeding from the station to the place where they had en- gagged summer board Said Willie to he stage driver: