Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1901-07-18

u DEATH"
"Nousense!'
I'VE hold this to be a self-eviden
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 a couple of old maids sug-
gestiye of prunes and prisms," she
added, contemptuously What would
she have said had she seen one of the
total insignifeants making her way
through the orchard and into their
neighbours study, or 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?"
81 do not, Miss Martha. You should
not allow it,"
MY dear sir, when I objected, she
flung the whole declaration of indie
pendence about my ears and fed"
"She was in earnest?n
'Indeed she was She is getting
more reckless every day. Ny 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 a strained look in his honest eyes
THE truth is, Miss Martha. / spoke
to your niece this morning about her
wild ways, and ] fear l 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,
Il didn't trust-T am so SORRY"
The sincerity Of her confusion
soothed him.
Harlowe put out his hand Il 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 viii not
save the madcap from a drowning
and, as I am responsible for her.
should Ike 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
boat like that as well as old Laniers
himself
wei, 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 10
the bar myself this evening, and I
Will keep within hail of the Flirt."
Miss Martha hesitated. "Clara viii
be extremely angry if she suspects"
Matters can't be much worse than
they are" Harlow interrupted. light
~. The old maids throat began 10
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 upon
Straight river, while the little boats
raced side 10y side. with every inch
Of canvas thrown to the breeze and
every stay straining. Clara's blue
ewes flashed fire as She chung to her
tiller. His impudencs 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 bav and
his eautious hiehness could futter
home alone
Harlow's face went white when he
saw the "Flirt" dash through the line
Of whitecaps and. heeling royalty 70
the freshening breeze. stretch away
toward the open sea.
"She must be mad" he muttered.
but in another instant his own boat
,7as racing through the foam while
he sat, needless Of the spray. watch
ing the sauan coming on astern.