The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1899-09-28
4 SUMMER RESORT ROMANCE,
Showing That Authors Sometimes
Have Sense as We'll as Imagina-

tiOne
st, Louis Globe Democrat.
What beautiful night ~ said tho
author, casting his eyes about with a
faraway, searching look that rested at
last upon the fair form OF the farmers
daughter seated in tho stern OF the
boat.
1t Is indeed charming," rejoincd
the farmers daughter, in symuath etic
tones. 81 should imagine" she wont
on thoughtfully, that the sceno might
inspire you with the setting OF an in
teresting story"
The author, who had been rowing
leisurely, 80 rs to keep at a respectful
distance from the shore and the other
boat-for he already had made the
discovery that the farmers daughter
was q person with whom it WAS de-
lightful to be alone-now rested his
hands upon the oars and reflected. /.
Presently he observed, I" have been
contemplating as much"
The maid was typical farmers
daughter OF tho section. She had
taken q college course after being
graduated from the high school, and
her desire for learning was aroused {;
she was impatient to know more.
Cannot you repeat the story from
memory ?" she questioned, eagerly.
might give you an epitome Of 1t
in outline" rejOincd the author, but
the plot is too lengthy and intricate to
attempt Its portrayal In full without
fatiguing YOU"
"Oh, l am sure l shall enjoy it," in
sisted the farmers daughter.
The author was In ecstacy. At last
he had discovered the rich sympathet
soul for which his heart had SO long
yearned. His cup of bliss was filled to
| the brim.
The moon, which had thus far been
obscured behind the abundant foliage,
now came into full view, and the SOM
bre outlines OF the placid stream be-
came more pronounced. Some OF the
boats, following the creeping shadows,
Withdrew to position nearer the
shore, or sought immunity from public
gaze In tho curves and narrOws beyond
but the author and the farmers daugh-
ter were oblivious to their surround
lngs. When the story was completed
she took up her mandolin and began.
After such an effort she remarked that
she thought it would be best for the
author to take rest.
Meantime the night wore on and
the boat drifted with the sluggish cur
rent. At length tho author was
startled by an ominous sound. He
! LouoOA Hl"oC1l qulChly ulu llSIencu
1t proved to be the water pouring over
the dam. The author reached for the
oars, but they were gone. In al TN
guarded mOment, while drinking in
the sweet strains Of music, he had IN
consciously relinquished his hold upon
the oars and they had fallen into tho
stream and hoated away.
We arc about to enact a little
drama," said the author, with 40 Of
fort to suppress his emotion, for he
wished to break the news of the terri
bic situation to her as gently as posi-
bic.
The observation suggested Aristotle
and the unities but before she could
grasp the import of the authors mean-
ing she felt herself gently lifted into
the air, and the next moment the two
were struggling in the angry flood
below When they rose to tho sur
face the farmers daughter inquired
hastily:
"Can you swim ?"
The author did not answer i'm
mediately, for they were again on
quilted; but coming up once more he
cried out:
"N.n-n.no |"
There was another brief silcnce and
another disappearance, when she
demanded with some show of lmpa-
tience:
You are certainly very tall /; per
haps you might wade"
The author had not thought Of this,
but he Immediately made tho effort.
Stretching forth bis limbs be found
that his head was two feet above the
water.
"Saved 4" he cried, drawing the
farmers daughter toward him with
his strong arm. Saved, and by the
timely fOrethOught Of 4 woman. Let
intellectual inferior or oppose the
higher education OF the SEX"
The two paused for q moment t(
breathe and regain their strength, anG
then calmly sought the shore.
According to the established rule!
OF fiotiOn," said the farmers daughter
In her perfect diction, having beer
instrumental in saving your life, cup
pose you are mine ?"
The author did not directly roply
but looked anxiously about as II t.
collect his thoughts. Presently he in
quired:
farm contains ?"
-Four hundred" she rejoined
proudly.
"All bottom land, or partly hilly p
he further questioned.
"Mostly bottom land,' she replied
with spirit.
" And the heir ?" he interrogated.
v! am the only oue," she declared
firmly.
Tho author was silent for moment
then, turning to the farmers daughter
observed
Let mo ask you QUO more ques
tion. Have the oil privileges yet beer
leased ?"
The farmers daughter drew heraol
up to 'her full hoight, revealing In tht
effort the indescribable beauty OF hcl
sylph- like form, and cried In impas
, stoned tones,
,, " No ~
This IL indeed romance" cx
, claimed the author. Come to m,
= arms. You need look no further for
= husband %
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