The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1900-03-29

his sweetheart and Cecil Underwood |
And Barbara was angry at him for |
this. too.
HE has no sensibIlity.' she said to
herself.
One wild day when the wind cried
through the tree tops and the waters
dashed along as If IN stress of pain.
Cecil Underwood came to her in an
imperative mood
You must come walking with me-"
he said The day expresses me-
have to speak of the torment of my
heart and I viii keep still no longer
even at your bidding
Barbara went out with him They
walked under the pines whose roar fill
ed the world with their Iamentings-
They were silent. conscious of the
storm within their souls.
Let US take a boat said Barbara.
when they had reached the river.
NO. no." he protested, but she seem
ed not to hear him, and united her
skin and Ieaped into it
Come" she said. He hesitated, but
followed AS the little boat felt the
lift of the waves the pain in her heart
seemed to tighten, and she let the
current carry her along unconscious OF
the passage of time. Suddenly Cecil
cried OUT
THE rapids. Barbara. The rapidsl
See where you have taken u.s." She
glanced behind her It was true that
horse was not more than half mile
away and the boat was quivering in
the pull of their great power Barbara
smiled little-it would not matter
to her so much. she reflected, if her
great problem were to be solved that
way. But still. it was cowardly to
| die She set her fine young strength to
| a resistance. rowing up stream, and
| inclining the boat toward the southern
/ shore So absorbed was she in this
I 41=l - 4 he an
with her till she heard him crying with
wild opportunities to his Maker:
Row, Barbara. row. Row, girlI'
| Then, looking at him, she saw his face
was corpse-white and Quivering with
fear, and the next moment, he sank, an
| inert heap. at the bottom of the boat.
| ''Get up she commanded, ttand take
| the tiiler, Get up instantly" He
obeyed dimIy, shaking and sick with
| terror.
Barbara bent to her heavy task and
| made, by means of brave efforts, a
| little Roadway. But the wild river
| horses plunged on and dragged her at
verge of yielding to their relentless
| strength when boat shot out from the
bank. 1t came toward her quaking
skin with magnificent momentum.
Barbara recognized the occupant at
once 1t was George Caxton- hideous
humiliation filed her soul. She was
almost tempted to yield to that Juggling
of the wild horses. She looked at the
haIf-fainting, praying creature beside
her, and then at the approaching man
And a moment of Gethsemane came to
her. Then, white and courageous, she
renewed her efforts. A moment later
a line was thrown to her. She made ii
secure. Then she in her boat and
George Caxton in his began struggle
against the powers of the river, in
which they soon conquered
George helped the trembling Cecil
to shore, but Barbara 1eaped lightly to
land and stood there smiling strangely
Il am thankful with a great thank
fulness that 1 owe my life to you
George" she said. 1T is a privilege
She held out her hand to the othel
man.
+'Good-by." she whispered
pity met Pity mel he cried
81 do" she responded 'Good-by-"
He went slowly under the pines
! walking feebly like a man who is OLE
and i'll. George looked after him will
commiserating eyes. but Barbara wa
relentless.
2 ftGive me your arm she said, will
tender graciousness, 1--WE will wall
: home together. George. ''-Chicago Trt
l bune.