The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1903-04-30

prophesied. "a storm.
Indeed, by the time the fussy, small
steamboat finally arrived, great,
sreenish gray clouds were tumbling
over each other to cover up the sun,
n when Eunice, having hurried
home her husband and his father,
was telling the story of Mademoiselle
Colette's %iniquities and Harry's mad
folly, the first heavy drops of rain
were beating the waves in the harbor
down into smoothness.
MI. Dean was as Mortified as Eunice
could wish. It was all very well to
befriend unfortunate damsels, but
when his W son fell in love-that
was a very different matter. But,
alas! their anXieties for Harry's flu
ture were soon forgotten in the fear
for his present.
Suddenly Jane ran into the room.
oh! Miss Helen," she cried, "MLrs.
Dean has just sent word will you
please go yer right away-Mr. Har-
ry and the French lady are out
where in a canoe-God help 'em, and
"Good H~eavens!" cried Helen, turn
ing pale. "Give me my golf cape and
don't let my father know if you can
help it, Jane"
Away she hurried, to beat her way
along the shore path, where the wind
surely blew from every point at once
E>lnice met her at the door.
oh, Helen," she sobbed. "I'm so
glad you'veNcome. Poor Mr.. Dean, it
nearly breaks my heart to see him.
He is out there in the wet, pacing
up and down. What shall we do?"
Il don't suppose there is much we
can debut watt" answered Helen.
Where is your husband?"
Charles is down on the wharf with
the men and just as soon as there is
a lull they are going to send out
every boat in the village, but nothing
could leave now Think of hat little,
frail cancel! They say their only
chance is that Harry may have seen
it coming and landed on one of the
islands. But if they did they will
have to spend the night there-that
horrid woman! This will settle it, of
course"
Helen did her best as comforter,
n deciding that her place was with
Eunice, wrote a note to her father
and stopped all night at the Deans,
a night of agonized length.
1t passed somehow, and gradually
the wind lessened to a musical,
swinging murmur; the rain stopped;
the fog folded itself neatly up and
wa whisked off, and the sun rose
fairly.
Then came the good news. A shot,
the signal agreed on, rang over the
water, and a white flag streamed
from Jake Parker's sloop as she
careered into the harbor.
With joyful excitement all Gran
berry Cove fastened down to the
wharf to welcome the sufferers and
escort them home in a triumphal pro-
cession. Mademoiselle Colette, very
weak and faint, but highly enjoying
herself as the center of a sensation,
was carried to the house in a pic
turesque limp attitude, Harry fol.
lowing, his fathers arm over his
shoulder.
Things have somewhat quoted
down and Mademoiselle Colette being
safely ensconced in bed, where, to
every ones relief, the doctor rec
commended her remaining for the
present, Eunice called Helen into the
library. Harry, warmed and fed and
petted, was smoking his pipe with
lazy content by the open fire, his ia
Their and brother watching him.
"Now, my boy" said Mr.. Dean, "tell
us all about it,"
There isn't much to tell, SIR
smiled Harry, with a comfortable
| stretch.
But they would not let him off, So
he told of his seeing the squat COM
ing, and, realizing that they would
be swamped if he tried to reach home,
how he made for Seal island and with
great difficulty beached his ticklish
craft. Then how they tried to make
some signal which would be seen
from the mainland, but the rain MADE
it impossible to light a fire, and the
fog and darkness soon shut them in
completely. ~
"When I saw" he continued "that
it was no use, and that we would have
to stop the night there, I did the best
1 could for Mademoiselle Colette with
my sweater and q screen of boughs,
but it was pretty bad. She was aw-
fully plucky."
Harry" said Mr.. Dean gravely,
"did you ask her to marry you?"
The boy flushed and looked his ia
Their straight in the eyes.
"Yes, sir, I did," he said simply. II
didn't see what else I-could do"
"Then you are engaged" came
Eunice with a sort of groan.
Certainly not" answered Harry
ch%eerfully. "Mademoiselle Colette
thanked me for what she was pleased
to call the honor I had paid her, but
said that as she had been happily
married for five years to Monsieur
Paul Smoloff, first violin in an orche~-
ira in Vienna, she really couldn't &C
cept.
"She said she kept her maiden
name because the public knew her as
Mademoiselle Colette Platon, and