The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1901-01-31

ttNIvE me liberty or give me
u deathi'
"Nonsense!"
1--WE hold this to be self-evident
proposition; that all men are created
free"
''Will you be still?"
"Life, liberty and the pursuit of hap
piness," 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,
''let alone 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
neighbor's study, or what would she
have done had she heard that quiet
announcements: "Dr. Harlow. that
wild little niece of mine insists on
sailing her boat down to the bar this
evening. Do you think it safeP"
II do not, Miss Martha. You should
not allow it,"
''My dear sir, when objected. she
flung the whole declaration of inde-
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 doctor pushed aside his pa
pers. mo- he said. "that is" He
broke off abruptly and walked to the
window. When he came back there
was strained look in his honest eyes.
to your niece this morning about her
wild ways. and fear ] only made
matters worse. My disapproval al
ways seems to set the seal to her
determination"
The pain in his voice made Miss
Martha stammer. 81" she began.
81 didn't trust-I am so sorry!"
The sincerity of her confusion
,.soothed him.
pun Out niH 4 Nouit
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 am responsible for her,
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 IL
foo good sailor. She could build a
boat like that as well as old Laniers
himself
q "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
"Matters can't be much worse thar
they are" Harlow interrupted. light
ly. The old maids throat began te
ache and she hurried away. She loved
this nervy young fellow as tenderly
as a mother.
The squall that every one had pre-
dicted was glooming down upor
Straight river. while the little boats
raced side by side. with every incl
of canvas thrown to the breeze an6
every stay straining. Clara's blue
eyes flashed fire as she clung to hel
tiller. His impudence in following
her after that sharp passage of arm,
made her reckless with rage. She
: would shake off the medd,esome cow
ard. She would cross the bar ant
make break for the open bay and
his cautious highEess could futtel
home alone.
Harlow's face went white when hs
n saw the ''Flirt" dash through the line
of whitecaps and. beeling royalty t.
the freshening breeze. stretch away
toward the open sea.
"She must be mad" he muttered
but in another instant bis own boa
was racing through the foam whil'
he sat. needless cf the spray. watch
ing the squall ecming on sstern
"6he will never be able to shorten 81
tsis- -sriissi5 - . hhs hs graaned and Tor
! moment he realized all that life Nigh
have meant for him. His face hard
ene1. n the uquall would hold Of
tor only Ave minutes. The chance 70
eueeees was one in thousand. H
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