Connecticut western news., 1897-10-14

who considered himself judge or form, but it was true. He was a very fairly good oarsman, with plenty of strength and pluck, but she had all the finish of a varsity crack, learned probably from 8 brother
 "Well, we won't argue about it, he said rather sulkily. "You have beaten me, so there's an end of it. y
 "You dig the water too deep and don't get forward enough" she con- tinued, with the aggravating smile still on her lips. "But shall land here. Goodby"
 She turned her boat toward the shore and MT. Watts continued his way up stream, an angry and humiliated man.
 A train was waiting in the station as he approached, and he ran for it, jump ing into the first carriage that caught his eye. It was not until he had shut the door and the train had left the plat form that he saw what he had done.
 He had got into a compartment re- served for ladies, and in the corner of it sat the girl in the white blouse.
 1T beg your pardon" he muttered; didn't notice it was ladies' car riage"
 "Oh, it doesn't matter" she said, showing row of white, merciless teeth as she smiled. "I don't require car riage all to myself"
 There was the slightest possible stress on the "I, i" which made him vince. Evidently she was not going to spare him.
 "How far did you get?" she inquired.
 He named the spot where he had turned back.
 "You didn't go far. hope our little
 This was said with an air of inno- cence, which it was impossible to take offense at openly, but it was none the less irritating.
 She continued her crushing process until the train reached Barnes by crow ing over him about the race The Growing" was done very delicately and sweetly, but it was Growing" nevertheless. She discussed form and "style," told him he depended too much on the strength of his arms and not sufficiently on his weight, and alto gether made him feel more like cock
 
 To do Mir. Watts justice, he submit ted to it fairly well.
 Three weeks later they met again un- der rather odd circumstances, and this time Mir. Watts had his chance of SCOT ing.
 He had been paddling about on the river for an hour or two when he felt splash of rain. There was evidently going to be a heavy downpour. It hap pened that he was at part where there was not scrap of shelter on either bank for mile or two except at one place where a huge elm hung over the water and provided one of natures um- brellas
 He had scarcely reached it when he heard the swish of oars, and, looking through the leaves, he saw the girl in white blouse coming down stream at racing speed. A gleam of triumph shot into his eyes. She was making for the same tree, but there was only room for one boat, and he clearly had the right of prior possession.
 She slowed down and backed water skillfully until she caught sight of him, safely sheltered under the thick leaves. A look of vexation came into her eyes. "You must make room for me some how," she said grossly.
 "Come along, then," he said, seizing a branch of the tree and easing his boat out into the stream. She padded into the shelter.
 "What are you going to do now?' she asked in doubtful tone
 1T shall make the best of my way back to Teddington.
 You'll get wet through" she said.
 'I must chance that he said "I owe you good turn for the nice way you treated me when we raced the other day."
 If Mir. Watts had thought for week he could not have hit on a better way of humiliating her. She was a thorough little sportswoman and felt the satire keenly. To treat her with courtesy after what had happened made her feel very much smaller than a vulgar revenge would have done
 She told her best friend about it and said: 1T was never more taken down in my life. I would much rather have got wet through. But it's always the way when you quarrel with man he treats you generously and makes you feel small.
 Nevertheless, MT. Watts modified his views of mans superiority from that hour and has never been known to re- peat his celebrated argument about rec ord breaking, especially as he has taken his conqueror into life partnership.