Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1903-05-07

| the old devil thinks you'll fly like 8
bird to him if he only whistles. And
| it's lonesome down there on the point
| You can't see the Mackinac lights
dancing Jig with themselves in the
water the way you can here. And II
isn't thousand at all, Gay. darling
It's only hundred or so. and the old
man will soon drink that up over at
Petit jeans So you see it won't be
riches at all that Mrs. Mandego will be
getting, but OLD Put himself. Do you
mind me. Gay, darling?"
| Gabrielle's white teeth closed over
the heart Of the rose, and she ate its
sweet petals in silence, but her eyes
| looked sideiong at Danny.
"And the Tidy ABLY of Petoskey
sails on Tuesday, Cay" Danny reached
up and plucked rose that touched the
girls bowed head. I've the promise of
a berth on her at the wheel. 1t is bet
| ter than the deck on the Bon Ami,
Gay, and if you say the word you can
v
Mrs. Dermot in a week. Could you be
ready by Tuesday, Gay, hearth"
Gabrielle looked off up the straits to
where Mandego point lay like an
| amethyst shadow at the curve of the
Michigan shore line, and her eyes were
tender and dreamy.
Tell Put Mandego to come for his
answer himself like Il man, Danny"
she said. Tell him that from me to-
day, and if he is not here on the island
by Monday night then l will sail on
the Tidy ABLY"
Its at sunrise I'll come for you,
Mrs. Dermot." laughed Danny, and
Gabrielle smiled and waved her hand
to him as he passed iauntily down the
clover bordered path to the beach.
But she was thinking of Put-Put in
his strength and shyness-and Of how
he would come that very night for his
answer.
But the twilight passed, and the
moon rose above the pines on the
headland, and no boat put out from
Mandego point until daybreak, when
Put pulled over to the mainland with
never backward glance at Nevaire's
island.
Never once did Danny go near the
island. He was too busy keeping
Puts head turned toward the main
land, and day by day the fire flashed
in Gabrielle's dark eyes and her little
pointed chin tilted higher as she
looked toward Mandego point and
waited.
1t was night of early autumn glory,
Monday. The September moon rose
like great flame colored flower above
the crest of Mackinac, and by the time
it had reached midheayen the glamour
of It's golden witchery spread over the
face of the waters like magic spell.
Gabrielle watched it from the tall
sand dunes, the ones where Put had
borne her on his shoulder to watch the
boats come up the straits. There was
no light on Mandego point, but the
night was clear and bright, and she
caught the sparkle Of dripping oars
as boat shot out from the shadows
of the mainland into the broad path
of moonbeams that bridged the way to
the point. There We're two figures in
the boat. She held her breath, striv-
ing to cat a the sound Of voices on
the still night air, but instead from out
the darkness toward Mackinac came
three long deep signals. Gabrielle
started to her feet at the sound. 1t
was the North Queen bound for Buffa-
10. and in her course lay the boat.
Suddenly she saw that Danny had
shipped his oars and was standing.
She knew his slight form instantly,
but the man at the rudder never
stirred. Danny bent over him mo-
ment as if to reassure himself then
slipped overheard into the water and |
made for the mainland with long, sure
strokes.
An instant and Gabrielle hesitated. I
Again the North Queen signaled, and
her port lights showed bright and
clear as she swept past the great, shad-
owy Mackinac island and came Oh like
1 phantom ship of the night.
And, for the rest, they tell 1t at Petit
leans, and blind Louis made a song of
t and of Gabrielle, who sailed bride
On the Bon Ami, with Put Mandego
captain. They show the wreck Of her
)oat where the North Queen crushed it
ike a crumpled autumn leaf, for out
INTO the waters Of the straits went
Gabrielle that night. with only the
rope of her love to give her strength,
md in the drifting boat she found Put.
lead to the world from Petit Jeans
brandy and left to drift to his death
~ Danny Dermot. Leaving her own
'oat in its place, she had rowed the ]