The River Falls times. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1894-1933, 1896-10-27
CHAPTER v-(Continued)

dSdln. GU Will De QEON1eu. 1HcIC
isn't too much time to get across"
Thank you thank YOU" she called
back, feebly II will go-I am going"
Still she did not move
What Il g0od-looking girl said Mr..
Joness friend mo wonder you roWed
here ten thousand miles an hour when
you saw her. She's a precious deal too
pretty to drown. She has lost her head,
though Why don't she go on?'
mo fear Of losing her head" re-
turned the other, with an unkind laugh.
eve have told her what to expect so If
she is to be drowned she knows how
to do it. She is as headstrong as an
allegory' If her manners matched her
face she would do; but they don't"
Poor thing. What has she done to
you, BERTHE? She has never jumped on
YOU, has she? You are such 4 lucky
chap, YOU expect to get all of the roses
and none of the thorns. She don't
take no, count of u.s. as you say in
Devon, for she has not budSed an
inch"
'.Shes a little fool" said Mr.. Jones,
shortly Turn the boat, Mason; we
will hustle up and leave her"
After a mild protest his friend
obeyed.
Taking to the wind, the boat sailed
down the bay. and landed it's 0ccu-
pants on the shore below NOelcOmbe.
Here the men separated, one disap-
pearing in the direction of Newton, the
other, after wandering rather a1mleSS-
ly about the sands for time-Sudden-
ly turned his face westward and began
to plod over the rough route which led
to the reef of rocks
Though Miss Milford was ungrateful
and pig-headed. and though Mr.. Jones
thought it probable that he should
shortly ash the gentle and pliable
Lady Lucy Freemantle to marry him,
vet lie was interested to know what
had become of that slender figure
which he could still see, with his
minds eve, standing in the sunshine,
with her beautiful wet hand and arm
raised and her earnest startled eyes
fixed on him.
Meanwhile this calm young heroine,
as soon as the boats head was turned
away, cast custom and caution to the
wind. The choice between dignity and
drowning was not hard to make-be-
tween clothed feet or safety, Seeml1-
ness or preservation, boots OF death.
Stumbling. clambering. slipping, she
ran like a stag over the rocks, fOrding
pools and gullies recklesSly in her pan
ic, cutting and bruiSing her feet, and
accomplishing her painful retreat with
wonderful celebrity considering the diff
ticultieS of her path, and her constant
backward glances at the departing
boat.
And so, presently, Mr.. Jones saw the
figure for which ne was i'll search, APP
preaching him, but most leisurely.
How provOkingly she Waddled; no
houSeladed snail ever crawled so slow
ly, as she now advanced. Could it be
that she recognized him, and from per-
verSity, or coyneSS, or some unfatnOm-
able feminine coquetry, fingered for
the mere purpose of annoying him!
Confound her! She was OVERRIDING
it. for she actually seated herself on
the single within a few yards of the
breaking waves, and stared out to sea
as though she was as stationary as, or
more so than the lighthouse. The din
ner hour was approaching aWkWardly
near but Mr. Jones did not retreat; OH
the contrary, he quckeGed his pace,
and with a smile i'll his eyes and
tightly-closed mouth, walked on. AS
he came nearer to the girl she started
pcrceptibly. If she was not good,
nay. more, a practiced, actress, that
was aSsuredly the first time she had
seen him. He saw her flush, a scarlet,
deep flush. which dyed her face and
neck; her lips quivered, her eyes sunk
to the ground. 1t was his duty, of
course. to follow her lead and seat
himself beside her; and, late though it
was. he felt no diSincliEation to do so.
Leisurely and with a kind smile he
placed himself beside her, His recep-
ton had flattered him; he was sure of
himself.
Trust in thyself-then spur amain"
for wooing. as for working, is an eX-
cellent motto.
To give him his due, he made him
self very agreeable. How fluently he
talked, and how quietly she listened.
She answered him but in soft mono
sylIables. He felt that he shone III
conversation; she was evidently we'll
satisfied with his society, for She made
no attempt to move; she sat motionlesS
as statue. Fired by the troubled eX-
preston of her beautiful eyeS-by the
way, how her sweet face had grown in
expression. the anxiety that rutfied
her brow. the reStleSSneSS, a conStraint
betrayed by the way in which she
toyed continually with some pebbles i'll
her hand were I'll neville began to
talk sentiment; it was not his way 10
be sentimental: he hardly knew what
allied him. Following her gaze across
the sea. he began to deScant OH its
beauties. Had she watched last nights
sunset? The lights had been-what
did the poet say? He was sure Miss
Milford knew whom he meant and
what lie meant'day died like the
dolphin" Yes, that was it, Had she
=
coast he declared it to be the most
.rI0,.;o,1S would Uivp 1nN-