Meade County news. [volume] (Meade, Kan.) 1900-1918, 1902-03-13

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the little Texas village of Cypress
Bayou. All the San Jacinto bay coun-
try had furnished the dancers, and
among them had come Henry Mitchell.
just home after seven years absence in
remote Alaska. Success was written
in his face. and success meant wealth
with the Mitchelfs, hence the people
fell to wondering if Henry Mitchell
would be true to his bay-country
sweetheart of seven years ago, for Car
oline Wells was poor.
The man, however, did not reveal
his feelings. He danced and talked
with other old friends as with Caroline
Wells. But in her face, and not in
the others, there might have been seen
a faint glow as of hope. The rekin-
died light of forgotten love still
shone in her eyes the second day later
as she stood upon the shore of the San
Jacinto, contemplating the leaden
waste of water in the late afternoon.
An east wind blew and the girls wavy
brown hair was strewn out upon it, or
swept down in a bunch of curls to hide
the red that the wind was painting
over the tan of her cheeks. The
beautiful to look upon, like the varied
shadows that hurrying clouds some
times reflect in a restless sea. There
was coming into her eyes look of
anxiety as she regarded the river be-
fore her.
AS from habit, she shaded her eyes
with her hand and looked out across
the stream to an island in which for
over fifty years that early pioneer and
gentleman and officer. of the second
British war, Col. Smith, had chosen to
make his home. His wife had shared
the island home. Their house had
once been all but carried away by one
of the devastating river floods. Mrs.
Smith was now alone upon the island.
In the event of a flood she would be in
great danger.
AS Caroline Wells looked at the
heavy, threatening sky, and the curl
ing waters, steadily creeping toward
her, she gave way to a SILVER of dread,
and turned toward her house, through
a field of half-picked cotton. But
look of determination had settled into
her countenance. Shortly she returned
with a great storm coat, which she
flung into a long, low boat that lay
restlessly Juggling at its chain. She
q To mi or
where the strong wind had raised the
water into perilous ridges. But, know
ing that she was the only help for
Mrs. Smith within six miles, unless it
be from across the river, she reached
out to pull the boat toward her.
Carried away by the wind, it seemed
to resist her, but with some effort she
succeeded, and after a hurried glance
back at her home, she jumped into the
boat. Before she thought it possible,
the wind had caught the boat and car
ried it far upstream, across the inner
bay. But Caroline was used to the
river, and, controlling the boat, she
was soon pulling with long, steady
strokes toward the point where she
could best cross the mid-current for
ress, but such was the force of the
wind that after half an hour she had
only reached the point of the peninsula
from which she intended to cross the
main current to the island. She had
still her ffercest struggle before her.
Strong as the girl was from her river
life, her wrists ached and her arms felt
heavy from the exertion. The wind
had now grown to a gale. The spray
dashed over her in sheets. But the
stout heart of pioneer fore-fathers yet
urged her to the relief of the old lady
upon the island.
With the boat headed downstream
against the wind and tide, she pulled
slowly, surely, out; drenched and
painting, and with a face as white as
the foam crests of the black waves
that swept in walls against her boat.
She had passed the channel posts,
and was now well out in midstream,
and saw, as she instinctively gagged
her course by a persimmon tree upon
the point of the peninsula, that she
had gained little downstream against
the tide This came to her gradually
as she struggled in the spray, but
gradually also came to her the knowl-
edge that there was a darkness brood
ing over the river that could not be
brought alone by the approach of
night. Knowing her course well, even
in such a gale. she had not once
turned to look back, but now
hurried glance told her that a terrific
storm of rain was coming, and that
before she could hope to reach the isl
and she would be overwhelmed by it.
But the same hurried glance had
showed her the white hull of boat in
the distance. She knew that the only
white boat on the river was that of
the Mitchells, from the south shore
Her thoughts flew across her mind like
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