The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1900-03-07

ed to make the whole world over for
her. In vain she struggled to aeeuae,n-
Der the truth and patience and strength
of her betrothod. He was too well
known 20 her to be seen through a
glamour. With austere serenity he In
sisted upon an early marriage day. He
refused apparently to feel any jeal-
ousy ut the constant companionship of
his sweetheart and Cecil Underwood.
And Barbara was angry at him for
this too.
HE has no scnslbilty," she said TO
herself.
One Wild day when the wind cried
through the tree tops and the waters
dashed along us II in stress of pain
Cecil Underwood came to her in an im-
peratlye mood.
'You must come walking with me-
he said. "Thc day expresses me. l
have to speak of the torment of my
heart, and / will keep still no longer
even ut your bidding"
Barbara went out with him. They
walked under the pines, whose roar
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LET us take n boat" said Barbara
when they had reached the river
mo, no." he protested, but she SEEM
| cd not to hear him and united her skiff
and leapcd Into 1t.
Come" she said. He hcsltated, but
| followed As the little boat felt the
| llft OF the waves the pain In her heart
seemed TO tighten, and she let the cur
rent carry her along, unconscious of
the passage of time. Suddenly Cecll
cried out
"Thc rapids, Barbaral The rapids!
See where you have taken u.s." She
glanced behind her. 1t was true that
the tossing white name OF the water
horses was not more than half n mile
away, and the boat was qulvering in
the pull of their great power. Barbara
smiled little. 1t would not matter to
her so much, she reflected, II her great
problem were TO be solved that way.
But. still, 1t was cowardly to die. She
set her fine young strength to n resist
ance, rowing up stream and inclining
the boat toward the southern shore.
So absorbed was she in this task that
she did not notice the man with her till
she heard him crying. with wild I'M
| portunltics TO his Maker:
Grow, Barbara, row! Row, grip
Then, looking Mt him, she saw his face
was corpse white and qulyerlng with
fear and the next moment he sank, an
inert heap, ut the bottom of the boat.
Get up" she commanded, "and take
the tlller! Get up Instantly He
obeyed dImly, shaking and sick with
terror.
Barbara bent to her heavy task and
made by means of brave efforts a lit
| tie Roadway. But the wild horses
plunged on and dragged her at their
heels. She was almost on the verge of
| yielding TO their relentless strength
when boat shot out from the bank.
1t came toward her quaking skllf with
magnificent momentum. Barbara rec
ognlZed the occupant at once. 1t was
George Caxton. hideous humiliation
filled her soul. She was almost Tempt
ed to yield to That tugging or the Wild
horses She looked at the half falnt-
ing, praying creature beside her ana
then at the approaching man. And n
moment of Gethscmane came to her.
Then, white and courageous, she re-
newed her efforts. A moment later II
line was thrown to her. She made 1t
secure Then she in her boat ana
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 leaped lightly to
land and stood there smiling strangely
II am thankful with n great thank
fulness that 1 owe my life to You,
George" she said at Is privilege
She held out her hand to the other
man.
"Goodby," she whispered.
"Pity me! Pity mel" he cried.
81 do" she responded. "Goodby."
He went slowly under the pines,
walking feebly like man who is old
and ILL., George looked after him with
commissioning eyes, but Barbara was
relentless.
"Give me your arm" she said. witt
tender graciousness. 1--WE will walk
home together, George. Irih
une.