Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1897-05-06
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MARIE OoRELu.

gether with the long, steady, sweeping
stroke rendered famous by the exploits
Of the Oxford and Cambridge men,
Lorimer looked up and spoke as he
drew his blade swiftly through the
I bright green water.
II feel as though | We're aiding and
abetting you in some crime, Phil. You
know, my first impression of this
business remains the same You had
better leave it alone"
"WEy?" asked Errington coolly
We'll, pom my life | don't know
why. Except that, from long expert
enCe, | have proved that it's always
dar gerous and troublesome to run after
a woman. Leave her to run after you
she'll do it fast enough"
Wait till you see her. Besides, I'm
not running after any woman" averred
Philip with some heat.
"Oh, | beg your pardon-I forgot.
She's not woman she's a Sun-angel.
You are rowing, not running, after
Sun-angel. Is that correct? | say,
don't drive through the water like that;
you'll pull the boat round"
Errington slackened his speed and
laughed. Its only curiosity he said,
lifting his hat. and pushing back the
clustering dark-brown curls from his
brow. Il bet you that sleek Dyce-
worthy fellow meant the old bonde and
his daughter when he spoke of per-
sons who were elected from the social
circles of Bosekop. Fancy Bosekop
society presuming to be Particular
what an absurd ideal"
MY good fellow, don't pretend to be
so deplorably ignorant! Surely you
know that trumpery village or a two
penny town is much more choice and
exclusive in its sets than a great city?
| wouldn't live in a small place for the
world. Every inhabitant would know
the cut of my clothes by heart, and the
number of buttons on my waistcoat.
The grocer would copy the pattern of
my trousers the butcher would carry
cane like mine. 1t would be simply
insatferable. To change the subject,
may l ask you if you know which way
you are going. for it seems to me we're
bound straight for smash on that un-
comfortable-looking rock, where there
is certainly no landing-pace.'
Errington stopped pulling, and,
stardmg up in the boat. began TO ex-
anime The surroundings with keen in
terest. They were close to the great
hi rrin bnI, :
Valdemar Svensen had said 1t rose
sheer out of the water, and its sides
were almost perpendicular Some
beautiful star-shaped sea anemonca
chung 10 it in vari-coloured cluster
on one projection, ana The running rip
pie Of the small waves broke on its
Jagged corners with a musical splash
and sparkle Of white foam. Below them
in the emerald mirror Of the Fjord i;
was so clear that they could see the fine
white sand lying at the bottom,
sprinkled thick with shells and little
moving creatures of all shapes, while
every now and then there streameI
past them, brilliantly tinted specimens
of the Medusae, with their long feeler>
or tendrils, looking like torn skins of
crimson and azure floss silk
The place was very silent; only the
sea-gulls circling round and round the
summit of the great rock, some OF
them occasionally swooping down on
the unwary fishes their keen eyes per-
ceived in the waters beneath, then up
again they scared, swaying their grace
full wings and uttering at intervals that
peculiar wild cry that in solitary
haunts sounds so intensely mournful.
Erin ION gazed about him in doubt
for some minutes, then suddenly his
face frightened. He sd. down again
in the boat and resumed his oar.
Row quietly, George, he said in
a subdued tone. 'Quietly-round to
the left
The oars dipped noiselessly. and the
boat shot toward, then sweryed round
in the direction indicated, and there
before them lay small sandy creek,
white and shining as though sprinkled
with powdered silver From this a
small but strougly-built wooden pier
ran out into the sea. 1t was carved |
ali over with fantastic figures, and in |
1t, at equal distances, were fastened !
iron rings, such as are used for the /,
safe mooring Of boats. One boat was |
there already, and Errington recog- |
nized it with delight. II was that in |
which he had seen the mysterious |
maiden disappear High and dry on
the sand, out Of reach Of the tides, was
a neat sailing-vessel; is name was
painted round The stern-The yalkyr.e. !
AS the two friends ran their boa. on |
shore, and fastened it TO the furthes
ring Of the convenient pier, they
caught the distant sound Of the plain /
tive "coo-cooing" Of the turtle doves.
You've done ii this time, old boy"
said the Lorimer. speaking In whis-
per. though he knew not why. This
is the old bondes own private landing
place evidently, and here'a a f1otpath
leading somewhere. Shall We follow
it,"
Philip emphatically assented. and.
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