Corvallis gazette. [volume] (Corvallis, Benton County, Or.) 1900-1909, 1901-04-23
ALOVERS' QUARREL.
~ OBJ JAMESON stamped around
liz his room, dropped his favorite
- pipe, said something unmention-

able, and picked up his cap.
He paused for want Of breath, his
eyes flashing, his nostrils dilating-with
calm contempt, it is to be supposed.
mo, my dear Dolly. 1 dare say you
will be expec,-Ag me to come and apol-
ogize, and implore you to come out on
the river with me, but you'll have to
send for me first"
With which noble display of indie
pendence Robert Jameson flung out of
his room and down to the river, met
aphorically patting himself on the way,
and all the time dreading the blank in
his life which he would feel as soon as
his rage should cool down.
Dolly Parsons put on her prettiest
white frock and a picturesque sun hat.
IF Mr.. Jameson calls, tell him 1 am
out" she said to the maid. 81 am going
on the river.
She told herself this last piece Of in
formation was for the benefit of the
servant, in case she required to know.
when he comes and finds me gone
he will be furious. l will take my
canoe and stay out till quite late. I'd
love to frighten him thoroughly"
Miss Parsons bright, brown eyes
flashed little A faint flush appeared
on her pretty cheeks-it was a flush of
anger, but it was eminently becoming.
She looked maddeningly pretty as she
sat in her canoe and padded away up
stream. 1t was a glorious afternoon,
and the river was looking it's best; but
Dolly Parsons eyes were not filed with
appreciation of the beauty around her.
She repeated to herself again and again
the horrid things Bob had said.
mo, she would not forgive him for
long time; it would not do; the circum-
stances were too aggravated. He would
be coming back expecting her to forgive
everything some girls must be so silly,
but he would find she was made of diff
ferent stuff"
And all the time she knew that she
dared not let her anger cool, for hor-
rid, absorbing pain would fill her heart
at once, and wretched feeling of lone
liness and depression, and she hated to
be unhappy.
She padded on and on, until the other
boats were all left behind. She was
very tired, but she would not stop. Her
mind was made up on one point; she
would frighten Bob Jameson into an
appreciation Of her worth.
1t was almost twilight when she
turned to go home; the river seemed to
hou c1J6I
pressing; the sun had gone down and
chill wind had sprung up. Dolly pad
died fast and splashed the water over
her pretty frock, and grew cross and
miserable. She had quite expected Bob
would have followed her to make it
up" she had decided how long she
would keep him in suspense, and how,
at last, to forgive him.
A clock in the distance struck Z. Dolly
padded faster and faster, though she
was so tired she hardly knew how to go
on. She looked anxiously along, when
swiftly around the bend she had just
cleared shot another boat, close in her
wake. 1t came so swiftly it was almost
ON her before the sound of the oars
made her glance up; it came so close
that her cry to '1ook aheadv came too
late
She screamed with alarm and missed
her stroke. The man in the other boat
looked around with annoyance written
on every feature, and then before he
could back water, the impetus of his
last stroke brought the nose of his boat
with crash into the stern of her canoe
which filled and sank instantly.
Bob! Bob! Bob! Helpr' But before
under.
Great Scott! It's Dollyw
In second Bob had sprung into the
water after her. A stupefed face rose
above the surface and two hands strug
Cling wildly to clutch something; ther
she sank again. In desperation Bot
made wild plunge down, and this time
caught bit of her sleeve. 1t was bare
lyenough to support her by, but having
got hold he made the most of it anl
managed to keep her up until he coul(
grasp her firmly, then by degrees ht
drew her to the bank, and in time man
aged to lift her into his boat, which for
tunately had drifted to the bank. Sht
was conscious again by that time, ant
he laid her in the boat and wrapped hi.
coat about her. She was not reaIl,
hurt, only overcome with the shock ant
weariness: but she looked very pit
eous and forlorn little creature as she
lay shivering in the bow while Bot
pulled as quickly as he could to the