Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1901-05-01
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LOVERS QUARREL.
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BY Mabel Quiller-Couch.

Bob Jameson stamped around his
room, dropped his favorite pipe, said
something untranslatable, and picked
up his cap.
He paused for want Of breath, his
with calm contempt, it is to be sup
posed.
mo, my dear Dolly, daresay you
will be expecting me to come and apol
ogize, and implore you to come out on
the river with me, but you'll have to
send for me first"
With which noble display of indie
pendence Robert Jameson flung out
of his room and down to the river,
metaphorically patting himself on the
way, and all the time dreading the
blank in his life which he would feel
as soon as his rage should cool down.
Dolly Parsons put on her prettiest
white frock and picturesque sun
hat. ''If Mr.. Jameson calls, tell him |
am out" she said to the maid. 81 am
going on the river"
She told herself this last piece of in
formation was for the benefit of the
servant, in case she required to know.
when he comes and finds me gone,
he will be furious. l wlil take my ca
noe and stay out till quite late. I'd
love to frighten him thoroughly"
Miss Parsons bright brown eyes
flashed little. A faint flush appeared
on her pretty checklist was flush
of anger, but it was eminently be-
coming. She looked maddeningly pret-
ty as she sat in her canoe and padded
away up stream. 1t was a glorious af-
ternoon, and the river was looking its
best; but Dolly Parsons eyes were
not filled with appreciation of the
beauty around her. She repeated to
herself again and again the horri1
things Bob had said
mo, she would not forgive him for
a long time; it would not do; the cir
cumstances were too aggravated. He
would be coming back expecting hcr
to forgive everything-some girls
might be so silly, but he would find
she was made of different stuff"
And all the time she knew that she
dared not let her anger cool, for
horrid. absorbing pain would fill her
heart at once, and a wretched feeling
of loneliness and depression, and she
hated to be unhappy.
She padded on and on, until the 9TH
er boats were all left behind. She was
very tired, but she would not stop. Her
mind was made up on one point; she
would frighten Bob Jameson into az
appreciation Of her worth.
1t was almost twilight when she
turned to go home; the river seemed to
her to have suddenly become lonely
and depressing; the sun had gone
down and chill wind had sprung up.
Dolly padded fast and splashed the
water over her pretty frock, and grew
cross and miserable. She had quite OK
pected Bob would have followed her
to make it up; she had decided how
long she would keep him in suspense,
and how, at last, to forgive him.
A clock in the distance struck T.
Dolly padded faster and faster, though
she was so tired she hardly knew how
to go on. She looked anxiously along,
when swiftly around the bend she had
just cleared shot another boat, close
in her wake 1t came so swiftly 1t was
almost on her before the sound of the
oars made her glance up; it came so
close that her cry to look ahead"
came too late.
She screamed with alarm and missed
her stroke. The man in the other boat
looked around with annoyance written
on every feature, and then, before he
could back water, the impetus of his
last stroke brought the nose of his
boat with crash into the stern of her
canoe, which filled and sank instantly.
Bob! Bob! Bob! Help!" But before
the cry was past her lips Dolly had
gone under.
Great Scott! It's Dolly"
In a second Bob had sprung into the
water after her. A stupefied face rose
above the surface and two hands strug-
Cling wildly to clutch something; then
she sank again. In desperation Bob
made wild plunge at the spot where
she had gone down, and this time
caught d bit of her sleeve. 1t was
barely enough to support her by, but
having got hold he made the most of
it, and managed to keep her up until
he could grasp her firmly, then by de-
grees he drew her to the bank, and in
time managed to lift her into his boat,
which fortunately had drifted to the
bank She was conscious again by that
time, and he laid her in the boat and
wrapped his coat about her. She was
not really hurt, only overcome with
the shock and weariness; but she
looked a very piteous and forlorn lit
tie creature as she lay shivering in