The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1901-05-16

u DEATH!
"Nonsense!"
1--WE hold this to be a self-evident
proposition; that all men are created
| free"
"Will you be still?"
Life, liberty and the pursuit of hep
p:ness," the rebel cried against the
rising storm. and made good her es-
cape.
AS far as Clara Cordova was con-
cerned, this ended the discussion.
They could abuse her. but she was
going to sail her boat down to the
bar, and no man should say her nay,
"st alone a couple of old maids sug-
gestive of prunes and prisms," she
added, contemptuously. What would
she have said had she seen one of the
total insignificants making her way
through the orchard and into their
neighbours study, Ca what would she
have done had she heard that quiet
announcement: ''Dr. Harlow, that
wild little niece of mine insists on
sailing her boat down to the bar this
evening. Do you think it safe?"
II do not, Miss Martha. Youlshould
not allow it."
"My dear sir, when l objected, she
flung the whole declaration of indie
pendence about my ears and fed"
"She was in earnest?'
Indeed she was. She is getting
more reckless every day My only
hope was that you might be able to
persuade her"
The 4 tor pushed aside his pa
pers. No" he said, that is" He
broke ct abruptly and walked to the
window. When he came back there
was strained look in his honest eyes.
!. "The truth is, Miss Martha, | spoke
to your niece this morning about her
. wild ways, and I fear l only made
/. matters worse. My disapproyal al
ways seems to set the seal to her
. determination"
The pain in his voice made Miss
Martha stammer. a." she began,
81 didn't trust--I am so sorry"
The sincerity of her confusion
soothcd him.
Har owe put ont his hand. 81 would
rattle" that you should know" he
said, simply.
Miss Martha held his hand in both
of hers for an instant then she began
talking brskly. "But all this will not
save the madcap from drowning,
and, as I am responsible for her. l
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 a sailor. She could build a
boat like that as well as old Laniers
himself"
well. hen. I'll take my woes back
home. Tiank YOU for your good ma
ture and sympathy"
THANK YOU" Harlow CORRECTED
quietly. Don't feel uneasy about
your niece. I expect to run down to
the bar myself this evening, and
will l.een within hail Of the FIirt."
Miss Martha hesitatcd. "Clara will
be extremely angry # she suspects"
MATTERS can't be much worse than
they are Harlow interrupted, light
1y. The old maids throat began to
ache and she hurried away. She loved
this neryy young fellow as tenderly
as a 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 a 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 mutterc d
but in another instant his own boat
was racing through the foam while
he sat, needless of the spray, watch
ing the squall coming on astern.