Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1900-08-09


he said. Il got I get back 10 ketcn
the Gao from Chicago. Fifty cents.
please. and a quarter fer them trunks.
The k~nock-kneed white horses
shambled away through the deep dust.
kicking up q cloud which put a fresh
layer on the brown leaves OF the hazel
"bresh" on either side Of the road. In
two minutes the thick woods hid them
from sight.
On the high bank of Lake Mary in
northern Wisconsin were left four
trunks. Miss Elizabeth Jordan, and the
Hon. Jabez Jordan. The articles left
behind by the bus driver are here stat
ed in order OF their Importance. The
trunks containing an elaborate sum
mer wardrobe, Miss Jordan was q
pretty girl, and the Hon. Jabez was
merely q father and incidentally q
trust magnate, the president and chief
~stocknoider In the International Air
Engine company.
Well. father. said Miss Bess, with
a smile which would have brought any
other man 10 his knees. Ii looks as
though we'd come 70 the right place
for pastoral quiet. don't it,"
But the Hon. Jabez simply pulled
the corners of his thin upper lip fur
Their down over his mouth
1T looks 20 me as though we were
going TO be cast away on q desert is
land" be said.
IF the ferry cont come out pretty
soon we'll have 10 camp out In the
woods all night" laughed the tantaliz-
ing Miss Jordan. ~and | don't see any
sign OF their coming. Don't you think
you had better call them, father? The
island Is only three-qHarters of a mile
away, and the voice carries far over
the water"
The Hon. Jabez Jordan almost
sprained his ancient lungs. and HISS
added her loadest cry TO the appeal,
but there was no sign Of life or the
island. Presently, however, a big
white skiff crept round a point in the
shore. In III were two blue-shirted
young men.
Come here" called Mr.. Jordan,
sharply, as the boat came into view,
"and take us over to the island. We're
in a hurry"
VIII You please CO." began the
man at the oars as the peremptory or
der reached him-then, as his compan-
ion punched him In the back and whis-
pered, Its a pretty girl'--"down to
the point, where we can get the boat
close In to shore?"
1t was a short row to the island. Just
before they landed the Hon. Jabez Jor-
dan handed the young man in the blue
shirt a silver dollar.
Thank you!" was the answer. "Win
you need an oarsman tomorrow
Mr.. Jordan could see no need OF as
sistance in that direction, but Miss
Bess declared she intended spending
every hour on the water. and an en-
gagement was made for s O'Clock the
next morning.
We'll. for heavens sake, Tom" said
n OF the young men, as the skiff row
ed away from the island, what on
earth are you going to do now?"
why, I'm going to find out who
that pretty girl is. and, since I haven't
the honor OF her acquaintance, I'm go
ing to pose as her oarsman. I'm tired
OF fishing, and it's so dull here that
her coming is a blessing. I'm sorry
there are not two OF her. If there were
you might get a Job, too"
1t took only a few minutes to dis
close the identity Of the beautiful Bess
Jordan. Tom Edwards had heard her
name often in the city. and knew her
by reputation as a society girl. He
told what he had discovered 10 his
friend Elliot, and they agreed that the
situation promised pleasant complica-
tons.
But IL this story ever gets out on
you at the club" said Elliot, 1.-THE
boys"
IF 1t does get out I'll know who Is
responsible. and 1t won. take me long
TO get even with YOU"
What is your last manner" asked
Miss Bess Jordan. as Edwards sent he
skin flying out into the lake the next
morning.
That was a question on which Ed
wards had not counted.
Everybody calls me Tom," he said
which was true enough.
But your last name?" she persisted.
Its Tompkins." he said, despairing-
ly. Thomas Tompkins."
Edwards or Tompkins had been at
the lake three weeks ard was reason
ably familiar with it, but Bess Jordan
put all his knowledge to the test. She
wanted to know where the best fish,
ing places We're, where the water lilies
were thickest, whether there were any
bears in the woods. and finally she
asked where he lived. He had got
along fairly well until that question
came. Even then he did not entirely
lose his presence of mind.
II live right over there In that
louse." he said, pointing to some
shimneys which showed above the
sreeA6hali q mile back from the lake.
Hiss Jordan hooked at the chimneys
arefully. IS IL making a mental note
4 their location.