The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1898-06-11
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standing by the edge of the river.
Now, Mr.. Conway" she said, "are
you quite sure you a manage a
canoe:"
TN promise you a new frock, Miss
Della, IL | upset you said |, CALAMITY.
Don't be rash," she laughed; per
hans III think a new frock well worth
a %wettlng."
II said-if | upset you," l replied; III
you upset yourself. l cry Off the bar
gain"
I'm sure you'll never be 50 mean as
TO argue the cause OF the damage"
said Della; anyway, I'll risk It,"
Il feel a little afraid" she said, as
gave her my hand TO help her aboard.
am inclined to think, however, that
her hesitation was not altogether due
to nervousness, but was a little inhu-
enced by the fact that she has the pref
test little feet In the world and vas
wearing the very dalntiest Of brown
shoes, which showed to the best adyan-
tage, as she stood in timid uncertainty,
one foot on shore and II poised over
the canoe. confess the attitude MAS
fascinating to me. more especially as 1t
necessitated u very distinct pressure of
my steadying hand.
was the more convinced that the
tlmidity was affected when she eyel-
tually settled herself among the ensh-
ions In the bow of the canoe, for all
~. ...,wl7 N. . - tla ~ horn In
deed, as | stepped warily In the center
OF the craft | am sure | was really the
more nervous OF the two, but then |
could judge OF my shortcomings as a
canoeist far better than she.
Now. them" | said. ARE you quite
sure you are comfortableT'
She gave a last smooth to the folds of
her brown skirt, gave a little pat TO the
sleeves of her white blouse, and lay
back against the red cushions with a
sigh OF content.
YES" said she. sweetly; Il am
ready"
! let go the tuft of grass to which |
had been cllnglng, pushed off gently
with my paddle. and we were fairly
afoat.
The sunshine sparkled on the water,
the leaves Of the trees waved ever 50
softly In the breeze, the bright colored
dragon flies darted hither and thither.
while along the bank the bees flew Ian
guldly from flower 10 flower, as If they
only kept themselves awake by inces-
sant buzzlng.
Isn't 1t delightfulY' murmured De
liza.
ut is, indeed" l assented, but would
have done so more truthfully II the bow
of the canoe had not displayed so great
a reluctance to keep straight up the
river.
The splash OF the water from the pad
die was wonderfully soothing, and my
fair companion closed her eyes. Direct
~ she did SO, p%ollteness no longer de-
barred me from gazing my fill at her
upturned face.
| looked admiringly. taking mental
stock Of her charms. How softly her
dark e~yelashes swept her cheek-how
c0quettishly curved her mouth-how
dainty the suspicion Of 4 diInple either
side her llps-how delicately turned her
chln-how becoming the red cushion TO
her wealth Of black hair-yes, undoubt-
eddy her nose was retrousse, but a fig
for your stately Greek beauties. there
Is a fascination In the-crash into the
bank went the bow OF the canoe, and
the subject OF my reverie opened her
eyes with the start.
For the life Of me | cannot steer a
canoe and think of something else at
the same time. BY the greatest good
lnck we were not upset.
81 am most awfully sorry" | STAN
nlered.
Il was nearly asleep" she said.
Il cant think what happened; it was
~dreadfully careless Of me-"
20. II really doesn't matter" she re-
Piled. with q great good nature.
| padded clear Of the bank and VOW
ell such a collision should not occur
again. Della. however, made no fur.
tlier attempt TO so to sleep.
How smoothly the river runs" she
said tlioughtfully.
"Inllke the course OF true love-" !
added. f..lher weakly.
Ii was NOT n very opposite remark.
bit thea | knew the topic OF love was a
dangerous one for me. and so, foolhar-
dy, | couried II. as the moth the candle.
There was a pause In the conversa-
ton. while | successfully negotiated a
sudden bend In the river.
ITS a great pity, isn't it?' said De
LA.
what isf" ! inquired.
why. that the course OF true love
never runs smooth"
20, but II does sometimes, really
asserted.
suppose the love isn't really true
then" said she. Nowadays, books an,
plays nearly always end unhappily."
20. WELL said |. philosophically
"there are two sorts OF love; there Is
passionate love. full OF preseniimeni
which makes a nan morbid aud melan
choly. aud forces him a thousand time
to curse the fate that brings II to him
but this sort Of love Is too lofty for