The pioneer press. (Miller, Hand County, S.D.) 1893-190?, 1896-11-05
CHAPTER N-(CODtinued.)

isn't too much time 10 get across"
Thank you-thank YOU" she called
tack, feebly. Il will go-I am going
Still she did not move
What a ~good-looking girl" said Mr..
Jones's friend. NO wonder you rOwed
here ten thousand miles an hour when
you saw her! She's Il precious deal too
pretty to drown. She has lost her head,
though. Why don't h go on?
mo fear Of losing her head" re-
turned the other, with an unkind laugh.
eve nave told her what to expect, so II
she is to be drowned she knows how
to do it. She is as headStrOng as AN
allegory.' If her 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 a lucky
chap, you expect to get all of the roses
and none Of the thornS. n don't
take no count of u.s. as you say in
Devon, for she has not budged an
inch
"She's 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 its occu-
pants on the shore below Noelcombe.
Here the men separated, one disap-
pearing in the direction of Newton, the
other, after wandering rather aimless-
ly about the sands for a 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 u%ngrateful
and pig-headed, and though Mr.. Jones
thought it probable that he should
shortly ash the gentle II pliable
Lady Lucy FreeEantle to marry him,
yet he was interested to know what
had become of that slender figure
which he could still see, with his
minds eye, 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, see1nl-
ness or preservation, boots or 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
rficnlties of her path, and her constant
backward glances at the departing
boat.
And so, presently, Mr.. Jones saw the
figure for which ne was in search, ap-
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 unfathom-
able feminine ~coquetry, fingered for
the mere purpose Of annoying him?
CQnfound her! She was OVERRIDING
At, for she actually seated herself on
the single within n few yards of the
breaking waves, and stared out to sea
as though she was as stationary as, or
more so thar the lighthouse. The din
ner hour was approaching awkwardly
near, but Mr.. Jones did not retreat; OH
the contrary, he ~quickened his pace,
and with a smile in his eyes and a
tightly-cloSed mouth, walked N. AS
he came nearer to the girl she started
p~erceptibly. If she was not a 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 d;sincliratiOn to do so.
Leisurely and with a kind smile he
placed himself beside her. His recep-
tion had fiattered him; he was sure of
himself.
Trust in thyself-then spur amain'
for wOOing, as for working, is an eS-
4cellent 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
s%yllables. He felt that he shone IN
conversation: she was evidently we'll
satisfied with his society, for she made
no attempt to move; she sat motionlesS
as a statue. Fired by the troubled ey-
precision of her beautiful cyes-by tie
way, how her sweet face had grown in
expression, the anxiety that rliiCu
her brow, the rest~lesSueSs, n cOnstraint
betrayed by the way in which she
toyed continually ". / come pebbtl s in
her hand. were al new-he began to
talk sentiment; it was not his way to
be sentimental: he hardly knew what
allied him. Following her gaze across
the sea, he began to descant on it's
beauties. Had she watched last nights
sunset? The lights had been-what
did the poet sayi He was sure Miss
Milford knew whom he meant and
what he meant--"day died like the
dolphin" Yes, that was it. Had she
seen q storm at sea? Viewed from the
coast he declared II to be the most
glorious sight. He would give any