Morris tribune., 1900-01-13
SUMMER RESORT ROMANCE.
Showing That Authors Sometimes Have
Sense as Well as Imagination.

Sense as Well as Imagination.
"What beautiful nIgnI!" said the
author, casting his eyes about with 4
faraway, searching look that rested
at last upon the fair form of the
farmers daughter seated in the stern
of the boat
ct is, indeed, charming" rejoined
the farmers daughter, in sympathetic
tones. Il should imagine" she went
on thoughtfully, that the scene might
Inspire you with the setting of an in
teresting story"
The author, who had been rowing
leisurely, so as to keep at a respect
full distance from the shore and the
other boat-for he already had made
the discovery that the farmers daugn-
ter was a person with whom it was
delightful to be alone-now rested his
hands upon the oars and retlecred.
Presently he observed, "I have been
contemplating as much
The maid was a typical farmer s
daughter Of the section. She had talk
en- college course after being grad
uated from the high school, and Ner
desire for learning was aroused; she
was impatient to know more.
Cannot you repeat the story from
memory?" she questioned, eagerly.
81 might give you an epitome of it
in outline rejoined the author. but
the plot is too lengthy and intricate
to attempt it's protrayal in full with
out fatiguing you.''
ooh, 1 am sure shall enjoy it, liz
sisted the farmers daughter.
The author was in ecstacy. At
last he had discovered the rich, SYM
pathetic soul for which his heart had
so long yearned. His cup of bliss was
6lled to the brim.
The moon. which had thus far been
obscured behind the abundant foliage
now came into full view, and the
sombre outlines Of the placid stream
became more pronounced. Some Of
the boats, following the creeping
shadows, withdrew to position near
er the shore or sought immunity from
rows beyond, but the author and tie
farmers daughter were o5livious 20
their surroundings. When the story
was completed she took up her man
dolin and began to play. After sucn
an effort she remarked that She
thought it would be best for the au-
thor to take a rest.
Meantime the night wore on and
the boat drifted with the sluggish
current. At length the author was
startled by an ominous sound. He
reused himself quickly and Gsterel.
1t proved to be the water pouring ~
er the dam. The author reached Tor
the oars, but they we're gone. In an
unguarded moment. while drinking IN
the sweet strains of music, he had un-
consciously relinquished his hold upon
the oars and they had fallen into the
stream and fioated away.
'''We are about to enact a little
drama" said the author with an ef-
fort to suppress his emotion. for ne
wished to break the news of the ter
rible situation to her as gently as
possible.
The observation suggested Aristotle
and the unities; but before she could
grasp the import of the authors
she felt herself Lifted gently
into the abr, and the next moment the
two were struggling in the angry Hood
below. When they rose to the sur
face the farmers daughter inquired !
hastily: "Can you swim?"
The author did not Immediately |
answer, for they were again engulfed;f |
but coming up once more he cried out:
'N-n-n-no!"
There was another brief silence. and
another disappearance, when she de-
manded with some show OF impat-
ence: "You are certainly very tall;
perhaps you might wade"
The author had not thought Of this,
but he Immediately made the effort.
forth his limbs, he found
that his head was two feet above the
water.
saved" he cried. drawing the