The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1902-09-09
"A CURE FOR N
BY GEORGE GRAHAM.

At t~wenty-four Laura Kipkton had
tired of adulation and social victories,
Of meaningless compliments and inane
small talk, Of blase men of the world
and envious women, of "hanneled fools
at the wicket and muddied OATS at the
goal" She had drunk of the pleasures
or society to the dregs. Her wealth
and beauty had insured her a high
place in the -Four Hundred" which
her talent and wit adorned.
At first, of course, she enjoyed 1t,
but after the novelty wore off and she
saw all the hollowness and heartless-
ness, the hypocrisy and sham beneath
the bespangled surface she sickened
and tired of 1t. And so she had come
down to this remote village on the sea
shore, far from the fashionable re-
sorts to rest from the crowds of Van
ity Fair, and to with nature
I'M live among simple folk who
rounded out their lives in hard toll
and simple pleasures.
She sat in the winaow of the little
cottage listlessly reading a novel.
The wind was blowing too strong to
render the porch comfortable. Pres
emily she threw down the book impa-
tiently and exclaimed:
why don't we see men like this in
real life? What's the use Of reading
about them in books when they don't
exist? Authors are dreamers, and
they write their dreams. Heroism is
dead. The heroes are all between
the ove of the histories and ro-
mances. / would like to see a real
man, just once-not a shallow, insin-
cere, selfish s%ensualist, but a man
capable of great sacrifice and of abso-
Lutte honesty Of purpose"
She glanced out at the great waves
dashing madly upon the shore and
noted that the gale had increased in
fury. Her eyes sparkled.
How l love the ocean when It is
aroused. 1t is so grand, so powerful.
II l were a man l would want to be
like the ocean and conquer all things
that came in my way"
A bell changed %furiously and people
came running past the cottage and on
to the little government life saving
station. She opened the door and
called to one of the
Whats the matter?"
Vessel goin' to pieces on the reef"
came back the painting answer.
She caught up her hat and cape and
Joined the h%urrying throng. Here at
last was something real and thrilling.
The life-saving crew, eight in num-
Der, were dressed for the coming bat
tie with the sea and stood about the
great, clumsy boat, oars in hand. They
looked like grim giants, but as Winni-
fred looked at the angry sea, they
became as pigmies with a paper boat.
where's Captain WIFI" asked one
the crowd.
"Over to his fathers" replied one
Of the crew. Hell be comm runnin'
in a jiffy."
A tall, athletic figure bounded
through the group, knocking people
right and left in his haste, and In an
was in his sea toys.
What do you lake it?" he asked
one of the crew, who was gazing earn
estly through a glass.
Small steamer an she's goin' to
pieces fast" was the reply. Seems
o be seven or eight people aboard
me woman S near as l can make out.
The captain seized the glass and
.ook a quick look. Winnifred sur
him curiously. He was a per-
specimen of physical manhood;
all. sinewy, compactly built and alert.
His blue eye WAS steady and piercing.
The poise of his head was confident
md commanding. His cheeks were
with exposure and clear with
perfect health. He dropped the glass
md gave a quick word of command.
rhe men sprang to their places.
Eye can't git through that sea, Cap"
emarked the weatherbeaten fisher
nan.
Wen try" replied the captain.
heprilV and in an instant tbo hoo4