The daily news., 1900-03-20

George Caxton. her promised lover.
semed patt of the workGday world.
Her thoughts turned away from him
in spite Of her efforts to be loyal.
She felt sure she would meet the
stranger again in the woods. and she
lid many times. He was a writer by
CocatiOn. lie even confessed 10 being
poet. He was not well. he said The
,ity had worn on him, so he had come
for long rest there among the pines.
His name was Cecil Underwood.
Barbara found it impossible to resist
the charm Of his personality. lie seem
ed to make the whole world over for
her. In vain she struggled to remem-
Der the truth and patience and strength
Of her beTOthcd. He was too well
known to her TO be seen through n
glamour. With austere serenity he in
sisted upon an early marriage day. He
refused apparently to feel any jeal-
Ousy at the constant companionShip Of
his sweetheart and Cecil Underwood.
And Barbara was angry at him for
this too.
HE has no sensibility," she said 10
herself.
One wild day when the wind cried
through the tree tops and the waters
lashed along as If in stress Of pain
Cecil Underwood came to her in an i'm
perative mood.
"YOu must come walking with me-"
he said. The day expresses me. l
have to speak of the torment of my
heart, and I will keep stin no longer
even at your bidding"
Barbara went out with him. They
walked under the pines. whose roar
filed the world with their lamentings.
They were silent. conscious of the
storm within their souls.
Let us take boat" said Barbara
when they had reached the river.
NO, no." he protested. but size seem
ed not to hear him and united her Skiff
and leaped into it.
Come" she said. lie heSitateG. but
followed. As the little boat felt the
lift 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 Cecil
cried out:
"Thc rapids. Barbara! The rapids!
See where you have taken us" She
glanced behind her. 1t was true that
the tossing white name of tie water
horses was not more than half Il mile
away. and the boat was Guivcring III
the pun of their great power Barbara
smiled little 1t would not matter to
her So much, she reflected. if her great
problem were to be solved that way.
But, still, it was cowGrdly to die. She
set her fine young strength to a resist
Gnce. rowing up stream and inclininG
the boat toward the southern shore.
So absorbed was she in this task that
she did net notice the man with her till
she heard him crying. with wild inn
pOrtunitieS TO his Maker:
Row, Barbara. row. Row, girl!
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. and take
the tiller! Get up instantly" He
obeyed dimly. shaking and sick with
terror.
Barbara bent to her heavy task and
made by means Of brave efforts n lit
tie Roadway. Hut the wild horses
plunged on and dragged her at their
heels. She was almost on the verge Of
yielding to their relentless strength
when n boat shot out from the bank.
l.
magnihccut momentum barbara rec
OCniZcd the occupant at once. 1t was
George Castor. y hidc0GS humiliation
filed her soul She was almost tempt
ed to yield 30 that Juggling Of the wild
horses. She looked at the half faint
icS. praying creature beside her AMI
then at The approaching man. And a
mcmcnt cf GcthS"maae came to her.
Then. White and couTaGcous. she re-
Gcwcl her efforts. \ moment later
line was thrown 20 her. Sc made il
secure. Then She in her boat anG
George Cayton in his began struggle
against the powers Cf tie river, in
which they Soon ccnqE,rCl
George helped the trembling Cecil to
shore. but Barbara lcapcd lightly to
iaIJ 2nI stood there smiling strangely.
Il am thankful with 4 great thank
fulGesS that | owe my life 70 YOU.
George" she said. "lt is privilege"
she hcll on; her hand 70 the other
man.
"GoolAy." she whispered.
Pity me, Pity me-" he cried.
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He went Slowly under the pines.
feebly like Il man who is old
and i'll. George looked after Linn with
'Ommiserating eyes, but Barbara was
'clentleSs.
Give me your arm" She said with
tender graciousncsS. "We will walk
come together, George. p.'-Chicago I b
me.