The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1903-09-11
The Story of a
wild Adventure
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By RALPH HENRY BARBOUR.

uM/HEN you were a boy" asked
Wy Helen, thoughtfully, did you

"\A/ TEN you were boy, asked
Wy Helen, thoughtfully. did you
ever imagine things?"
"Eh?"
Ever make-believe you were-what
you weren't. you know-Jaclx- the
Giant-kiler. Fairy Prince, King
Arthur"
Il used to make believe I was a To-
connective sometimes, and go choo
choo, choo," ] replied with an effort.
oh"
She seemed disappointed. put my
pipe back between my teeth and pulled
my cap further over my eyes, yet not
so far as to shut her out Of vision.
She was very lovely. She wore white
things. Her sleeves were rolled up to
her elbows-I could see the dimples oc-
casionally-and her hat, a broad. flap
ping thing of white cloth with a scarf
Heating away from IL. was getting
very very wet from the water that
had splashed in the bottom of the boat.
Helen drew In her line dreamily,
scowled ferociously at finding the bait
intact and dropped ii back again into
the smooth green water Then she
folded her wet, brown hands on the
gunwale and stared thoughtfully
across the barbor. She was very love-
ly The sun made glints of copper in
her brown hair Behind her. half a
mile away. was the beach, golden in the
morning sunlight: above il the green
clad bluff, topped by the hideous,
veranda-mad hotel. Over all was a
cloudess blue sky. About us was the
sea. green around the boat, blue fur
ther away, shot with dazzling fecks
and burs Of sunlight.
From the beach came the soft
hus-s-sh Of the tiny waves Afar of
a locomotive shrieked shrilly. Seven
silvery chimes floated across from the
cleaning white yacht in front OF the
clubhouse, and were echoed over and
over by smaller craft. Under my head
the lazy swell Tapped sleepily at the
bow
IL think you have bite" said
Helen. doubtfuly.
''Yes. / believe have" said.
aren't you going to see?" asked
Helen.
closed my eyes negatively
You're the LATEST man ever saw,"
she said.
Not lazy: philanthropic. am Civ
ing a little fshie a nice breakfast"
Helen watched my line. Present.
ly she sighed. Its all over
| shuddered and closed my eyes
again. After a minute or two the end
of the painter began to dig into my
back. and stirred uncomfortably and |
looked at Helen. She was observing |
me intently from two very wide open |
blue eyes. She laughed softly.
II thought l could do It," she tri- |
umphed.
1T was the painter" denied, indig-
nantly.
Very we'll" she replied, soothingly.
Lets make-believe.''
"All right; go ahead"
She scowled until she had two
creases over her nose. and looked at
me as though wasn't there; then she
said. I'VE are shipwrecked"
1.-THE deuce," said I.
Yes; three days out from--from-"
morris Cove?''
Liverpool she continued, frown-
ing. We ran into terrible storm,
which dismantled u.s."
"Oh, well, we can do without man.
tells" comforted.
Both masts went by the board and
the captain and second officer and the
entire crew were swept overheard in
q heavy sea-
shud lered. HE owed me three
dollars | mourned.
''fIe wns goddess man." said Helen,
severely.
4 beg your pardon?''
'hc was goddess man. He was
at the time Of the dis
aster. II was a Judgment"
1T WIS.," I afirmed. shook my
head sadly. Then I asked, where
we're we at that timer" u