Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1901-02-14
LOVE IN A SQUALL
By F. H. Lancaster.

By F. H. Lancaster.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Copyright 1901. the Authors' syndicate)
kN1vE me liberty or give me
VI DEATH"
"Nonsense!"
1--WE hold this to be self-evident
Proposition; that all men are created
rec
''Will you be still?''
'Life, liberty and the pursuit of hap
iness," the rebel cried against the
Using storm. and made good her es-
ape.
AS far as Clara Cordova was con-
erned, this ended the discussion.
they could abuse, her. but she was
toing to sail her boat down to the
Jar, and no. man should say her nay,
let alone couple of old maids sug-
gestive of prunes and prisms," she
added, CONTEMPORARY. What would
she have said had she seen one of the
total insigniicants making her way
through the orchard and into their
keighbor's study, or what would she
have done had she heard that quiet
announcements: "Dr. Harlow. that
kild little niece of mine insists on
hiling her boat down to the bar this
evening. Do you think it safe?"
II do not, Miss Martha. You should
lot allow it."
my dear sir, when objected, she
lung the whole declaration of inde-
bendence about my ears and fed"
"She was in earnest 2"
"Indeed she was. She is getting
more reckless every day. My only
hope was that you might be able to
persuade her"
The doctor pushed aside his pa
pers. "No," he said, 'that is" He
broke Oft abruptly and walked to the
window. When he came back there
was strained look in his honest eyes.
1.-THE truth is, Miss Martha, I spoke
TO your niece this morning about her
wild ways, and I fear I only made
matters worse. Ny disapproval al
ways seems to set the seal to her
determination"
The pain in his voice made Miss
Martha stammer. IT," she began,
II didn't trust am so sorry!"
The sincerity Of her confusion
eoothed him.
tHarlowe put out his hand. II would
rather that you should KNOW" he
said. simply.
Miss Martha held his hand in both
of hers for an instant, then she began
talking briskly. "But all this will not
save the madcap from drowning,
and, as I am responsible for her, I
should like to send her home alive.
You understand boats. Isn't there
something that could be done to hers
so that it wouldn't sail?"
Harlow shook his head. "She is
too good sailor. She could build a
boat like that as well as old Laniers
himself"
"Well, then, I'll take my woes back
home. Thank you for your good ma
ture and sympathy"
"Thank you," Harlow corrected
quietly. 'Don't feel uneasy about
your niece. expect to run down to
the bar myself this evening, and
will keep within hail of the Flirt.''
Miss Martha hesitated. ''Clara will
be extremely angry if she suspects"
J MATTERS can't be much worse than
they are" Harlow interrupted, light
". The old maids throat began to
ache and she hurried away. She loved
this nervy young fellow as tenderly
,as q mother.
The squall that every one had pre-
dicted was glooming down upon
Straight river. while the little boats
raced side by side, with every inch
Of canvas thrown to the breeze and
every stay straining. Clara's blue
eyes flashed fire as she chung to her
tiller. HIS impudence in following
her after that sharp passage of arms
made her reckless with rage. She
would shake off the meddlesome cow
ard. She would cross the bar and
make break for the open bay and
his cautious highness could futter
home alone.
Harlow's face went white when he
saw the "Flirt" dash through the line
Of whitecaps and, heeling royalty to
the freshening breeze. stretch away
toward the open sea.
"she must be mad" he muttered;
but in another instant his own boat
was racing through the foam while
Ii. sat, needless of the spray, watch
ing the squall coming on astern.
'tShe w:ll Eever be able to shorten sail
in this wind" he groaned, and for a
nomcut he realized all that life might
have meant for him. His face hard
ened. If the squall would hold of
for only five minutes. The chance for
success was one in q Thousand. He
threw HE whole weight Or the tiller
and the brad sail lew up against the