Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1901-09-12
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" want no love which can believe i'll
of me. Mr.. Faulkner she said gently.
And it doesn't seem TO occur to you
that | nave as much cause to doubt
your sincerity rs you have to doubt
mine
u have been told she continued re-
lentlessIy. What your noblest sport was
to awaken womans sleeping affections
that YOU hunted for hearts with the
same zest another man might feel in
hunting for grizz lea or jungle tigers. !
fear | have been little inclined to
believe it at times; aud cant de- y you
pardon for the same distrust Of which
myself have been guilty
She was smiling now. But it was
not the sort Of smile to encourage Faux
ner. whether she Logged him or not
she was vet unwon; and he realized with
q pang that the barrier between them
might keep them asunder forever.
They descended from the tower and
Joined tie skaters on the lake, and pres
emily drifted away from each other.
Some thirty minutes later Miss Trev'
or was skating alone in the sheltered
curve just below the little peninsula
when che heard a shrill cry Tor help;
and the next instant she saw Faulkner
shoot out from the shore IA little dis
lance beyond her and race toward the
far end of the lake.
At that end the water was extremely
deep and the ice was a mere crust "a
hove it. A red flag floating from II
flimsy railing marked the spot danger
Gus.
Faulkner was undoubtedly Fastening
to the rescue of some person who had
yentured too near and had fallen thro
the treacherous ice.
Miss Trevor looked anxiously around
the lake. No person was near to help
Faulkner if he needed assistance. Ev-
erybody seemed to be skating in the
opposite direction.
u may be able to do something, she
thought, as she whirIed and followed
him.
The next moment he was standing on
the edge of the cracked ice leaning for
ward as it striving cautiously to grasp
something.
Even as Miss Trevor noticed his ac-
ton, the ice crumbled beneath his
weight and lie was plunged headlong
into the icy depths.
She was speeding over the CLASSY level
as if her feet were winged, but she en-
dured a lifetime of terror before she
reached that rad flag, which seemed to
Aaunt it grewsome folds at her as if in
mockery.
1t was all over then.
Faulkner had managed somehow to
drag big, clumsy and half-drowned
woman out of the depths and up to the
safe, solid shore; and the rescuer had
dropped exhausted beside the rescued.
He lay as if dead, his eyes closed and
his bIoodless face upturned to the win
ter SKY,
'Roscoe, can't You hear me? Miss
Trevor whispered as she knelt beside
him and lifted one dripping head upon
one trembling arm.
But he never stirred. 1t seemed to
her that even his faint breathing had
ceased entirely.
'Oh, if somebody would only come!
1t breaks my heart to leave him, but l
must; be must have something done for
him at once she said, without knowing
that she spoke aloud, without knowing
that her tears were dropping hot and
fast upon his cold, white face.
She moved as if to withdraw her arm
and then his closed eyes flashed sudden
" open and he looked at her with
faint smile.
Please don t leave me, dear; | a m so
comfortable Just as | am he said, boy
ishly.
YOU can't lie very comfortable in
those wet clothes, she retorted severely
She would have sprung away from
him, but he held her tight.
DO you really believe that / am so
wicked!' he ask her with CLEAN Of fun
in his eyes. u will stay here in these
wet clothes until you tell me-
v never believed it: do be sensible,
Roscoe she answered.
Will you try to love me little if |
promise to obey you now and alwaysY