, 1902-05-15
4 Cure for Ealul.
BY GEORGE GRAHAM.


Copyright. 1902, by Daily Story Pub. Coz
At tweEty-four Laura Kirkton had
tired Of adulation and social victories.
OF meaningless compliments and inane
small talk. of blase men Of the world
and envious women, of "ianneled fools
at the wicket and muddied OATS at the
goal" She had drunk Of the pleasures
Of society to the dregs. Her wealth
and beauty had insured her q high
place in the -Four Hundred" which
her talent and wit adorned.
At first. of course. she enjoyed 1t,
but after the novelty wore Oh and
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 an
tty Fair. and to commune with nature
and live among simple folk who
rounded out their lives in hard toll
and simple pleasures.
She sat in the WINDOW Of the little
cottage ~listlessly reading q v
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 covers of the histories and ro-
mances. would like to see q real
man, just once-not a shallow. insin-
cere, selfish sensualist. 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 1t ID
aroused. 1t Is SO grand. so powerful.
If were a man l would want to be
like the ocean and conquer all things
that came in my way"
A bell changed f%uriously 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 runners:
What's the matter?"
Vessel goin' to pieces on the reef.'
came back the painting answer.
She caught up her hat and cape and
Joined the hurrying throng. Here al
last was something real and thrilling
The l~ife-saving crew, eight In mum.
Der. were dressed for the coming bat
tie with the sea nj stood about the
great, clumsy boat. oars In hand. TheJ
looked like grim giants, but as Winni.
fred looked at the angry sea. they
became as pigmies with q paper boat
where's Captain WHIP" asked one
of the crowd.
lover to his father g." replied ont
of the crew. Hell be comm runnin
in a jify."
A tall, athletic figure boundet
through the group. knocking people
right and left in his haste. and in Al
instant wal Ia his q toys.
"What do you Lake it," he asket
one Of the crew, who was gazing earn
estly through a glass.
Small. steamer an she's goin' t.
pieces fast" al the reply. "Seemi
to be seven or eight people aboard
one woman g near AZ I can make out.
The captain seized the glass apt
took a quick look. Winnifred sur
veyed him curiously. He wa a per
feet specimen of physical manhood,
tall, sinewy, compactly built and alert
His blue eye was steady and piercing
The poise of his head was conhden!
and commanding. His cheeks wer,
bronzed with exposure and clear will
perfect health. He dropped the glass
and gave a quick word Of command
The men sprang to their places.
Eye can't git through that sea, Cap,
remarked the weatherbeaten fisher
man.
We'll try" replied the captain
cheerily. and in an instant the boa