Devils Lake inter-ocean. (Devils Lake, Ramsey Co., Dakota [N.D.]) 1884-1905, 1900-03-09

that they snoufu come mere. me young
Briton stepped easily past between
them and the rail-behind there was no
room-and, swinging the long, awk-
wardly modelled fabric to his broad
shoulder, started back just as a huge
wave heaved suddenly under the coun-
ter, heeled the steamer far over to port,
threw him off his balance, and, his foot
catching at the bottom of her chair.
safe and un~scratched, from the con.
fused heap of men and furniture, it was
to cut off instantly the stutter and
stammer of poor Shafto's apologies, to
bid him go instantly for the ships doc
tor, and, with face the color of death,
to turn quickly to Armstrong. The
blow had burst open the half-healed
wound, and the blood was streaming to
the deck.
Both liner and transport turned back
without Stanley Armstrong, Doric and
Sedgwick sailed unheeded, for the
highest surgical authority Of the de-
partment of California had remanded
him to quarters at the Palace and for
hidden his return to duty with an I'M
healed wound. He was sitting up again,
somewhat pallid and not too strong, but
with every promise, said the "medico,"
of complete recovery within two
months. But not a month would Arm
strong wait. The Puebla was to start
within the week, and he had made up
his mind. &C.," said he, II must"
They had been sitting about him, the
night this opinion vas announced, in
the parlor of the suite of rooms the
Primes had taken. Billy Gray had gone
with his father to the club, Shafto had
been hanging about in the agonies of an
Englishman's first love. Gov disap-
peared a moment and came back with
tickets for the Columbia, bidding Mil
dred get her hat and gloves at once, and
whispering to shafto that he had a seat
for him. AS the little mantel clock
struck eight Amy Lawrence, lifting up
her eyes from the book she was trying
hard to believe she meant to read, saw
hat Armstrong was rising from his
easy chair, and, springing to his side,
laying her white hand on his arm, she
faltered: ooh, please! You know the
stipulation was that you were not to
STIR"
But then her heart began to futter
uncontrollably. The blood went surg
ing to her brows, for all of a sudden,
as through impulse irresistible, her
hand was seized in his-in both of his, in
fact-and the deep voice that had
pleaded at her behest for the cause of
Billy Gray was now, in impetuous flow
of words that fell upon her ears like
some strain Of thrilling music, pleading
at last his own. Ever since that day in
the radiant sunshine of the park she
had learned to look up to him as a tower
of strength, a man of mark among his
fellows, a man to be honored and
obeyed. Ever since that night at the
Palace, when she saw his glowing eyes
fixed intently upon her, and knew that
he was following her every move, she
had begun to realize the depth of his
interest in her. Ever since that day
when the China slipped from her moor
ings, with Witchie Garrison singing
him out for lavish farewell favors, she
had wondered why it so annoyed and
stung her. Ever since the day she read
the list of killed and wounded in the
first fierce battling with the "insur-
r~ectos" she knew it was the sight Of
his name, not Billy Gray's, that made
her for the moment faint and dizzy and
taught her the need of greater self-con-
troll. Ever since that moonlit night up
On the. Marsdens' lanai when her heart