Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1904-12-01
The Slave
Of Sally
By lola l.. FORESTER
Copyright. 1904. by r. C. Mcclure


proprietary. 1t Was aggressive, al
most indignant
THAT WAS Il week ago"
We'll. what have | done!"
Again II, contrition, merely wounded
dignity Sally trdiel idle fingers along
the surface OF tie water and raised
her eyebrows with plying dislain.
There were none so blind as those " no
would not zee.
Nothing" she said
Then what's the matter?"
Nothing"
Nothing"
pembcrton shipped his oars wrath
fully and deliberately took off his coat
rolled up his sleeves and folded silk
handkerchief inside his collar. 1t was
not warm. 1t was hot. They were two
miles and half from camp. Across
the shilnmering. rlppleless silver of
the lake they could see the white tents
among the pines and poriais. mere dots
in the distance, and 4 faint line OF VIC
let smoke that rose straight Ill tie
air from Decker's tent. IemberIon
eyed it rs a signal of promise 1t was
after o'clock. Dinner was ready. Il
was an excellent dinner. too, he knew,
having flshed most diligently for tie
star feature of it for AN hour after
dawn--fresh perch, fried brown, with
delicate strips of bacon: boiled pota-
toes, snowy and flaky, with real home
grown butter ana eggs and cream
| from the farm over the hill. pem1cr-
ton was hungry. He looked from the
signal of promise to Sally's averted
face, and his thoughts were not trans
latable in the language of angels.
1t had been Ter suggestion. For Il
week lie had teascs, coaXed. pleaded,
implorcG her to let hin row her across
the lake to the lily field in the even
ing after supper, when the twilight
was stealing over the hills and all the
western SKY Sas atlame with imperial
purple and gold, to watch its mirr0red
beauty III the lake. 1t was the home
of enchantment. of romance and ten
a small item when the thermometer is
doing a daily dance up to 81 degrees,
1t was the hour of GOODNESS.
pemberton had longed and dreamed
Of how they two would glide and tioat
over the shadowy water There would
be little said They would listen to the
good night of birdland mates echoing
from shore to shore. Perhaps he would
bring his mandolin, and While the boat
drifted gently among the lilies he
would WOO her soul with melody. That
would be the prelude. AS soon as her
eyes were tender and shadowy he
would tell her the sweetest story.
1t was Il dream,
After declining courteously, decided
ly and finally disdainfully to go for
any Old boat ride in the roseate after
glow Sally had suddenly made up her
mind to go for lilies in the white hot
glare of noontide. He had remonstrat-
ed gently. She had scoffed ut his ar
guments. Perhaps he feared the rud-
dy tan and festive freckle. Sally
didn't Sundry fairy favors of cowslip
gold that showed on her fair COM
plexion showed it. Tan and freckles
were trademarks of health and vigor.
If Mr.. Pemberton did not wish to go
for lilies he need not trouble himself.
He could lie at full length under pine
and smoke his pipe. Come to think of
it, she rather preferred the trip alone.
And no one had asked him to go any
way. Finally she had calmly sauntercd
down to the beach, unmoored boat,
and, helpless as galley slave Pember-
ton had followed and proceeded to row
three miles in a blistering sun.
Sally was delicious to look upon--a
dark blue duck skirt barred il white,
white duck waist barred in blue, rak-
ish little white duck cap set on her bon
nv brown hair and white silk parasol
above her.
Pemberton gazed at her with the
maddened desperation of reluctant adj
Grafton, sweltering in tiannels, at the
mercy of loves caprice.
Finally he referred, with mild sar-
casm. to the interesting fact Of its be-
ing warm.
Are you warm, Mr.. Peinberton"
asked Sally in surprise Il feel so de-
lightfully cool. You do look rather
warm. Aren't we most thereF
about half mile more" He took
up the oars again.
.You can rest while pick lilies,
can punt the boat round and get them.
Won mood not bother"
Rest Bake, siz2le, while she took
her time. He set his teeth grizzly and
steered away from willow snag.
TOO bad we couldn't have brought
along two boats"
"WEy?' Her eyes were full OF inno-
cent inquiry.
$50 you could get all the lilies"
"Mr. Pemberton,' Sally spoke Sc
verely. you came on your own invita-
ton. There is not the slightest ne
cessity for any display of wit. Ever
since we started you have been disa-
greeable and discourteous, and you
were unwilling 70 30 in the first place
merely because | wished It, | have no
ticed the whole week that you have
really taken a pleasure in debating to
and opposing me"
"Sally-I'-
Haven't you been debating as to