Smyrna times., 1904-09-21
The Slave
Of S ally
By IZOLA L. FORESTER
Copyright, 1904, by T. C. Mcclure

The tone was neither humble nor |
propitiatory. 1t was aggressive al
most indignant.
THAT was a week ago"
"Well, what have l doneY
Again no cOntrition, merely wounded
dignity. Sally trailed idle fingers along
the surface of the water and raised
her eyebrows with pitying disdain.
There were none so blind as those who
would not see.
Nothing she said.
"Then what's the matter?"
Nothing"
'NOthing!
Pemberton shipped his oars wrath
fully and deliberately took off his coat,
rolled up his sleeves and folded a silk
handkerchief inside his collar. 1t was
not warm. 1t was hot. They were two
miles and a half from camp. Across
the shimmering, rippleless silver of
the lake they could see the white tents
among the pines and poplars, mere dots
in the distance, and a faint line of vio-
let smoke that rose straight in the
air from Decker's tent. Pemberton
eyed it as a signal of promise. 1t was
after 1 o'clock. Dinner was ready. 1t
was an excellent dinner, too, he knew,
having fished most diligently for the
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 and eggs and cream
from the farm over the hill. Pember-
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 her suggestion. For a
week he had teased, cOaXed, pleaded,
implOred her to let him 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 was aflame with imperial
purple and gold, to watch its mirrOred
beauty in the lake. 1t was the home
of enchantment, of romance and ten
uGIuGSS. ADONC dlly anu Oy hO AuCdAAo
a small item when the thermometer is
doing a daily dance up to 80 degrees,
it was the hour of GOODNESS.
Pemberton had lOnged and dreamed
of how they two would glide and float
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 a dream.
After declining courteously, decided
" and finally disdainfully to go fol
any old boat ride in the rOseate after
glow Sally had suddenly made up he
mind to go for lilies in the white no
glare of noontide. He had remonstrat
ed gently. She had scoffed at his ar
guments. Perhaps he feared the rud
DIV tan and festive freckle. Sail!
didn't. Sundry fairy favors of cOwslil
gold that showed on her fair com
plexion showed it. Tan and freckle
were trademarks of health and vigor.
If Mr.. Pemberton did not wish to g
for lilies he need not trouble himsel
He could lie at full length under pin
and smoke his pipe. Come to think
It. she rather preferred the trip alon
And no one had asked him to go an.
way. Finally she had calmly sauntere
down to the beach, unmOored a boa
and, helpless as a galley slave, Pembe
ton had followed and proceeded to ro
three miles in a blistering sun.
Sally was delicious to look upon
dark blue duck skirt barred in white
white duck waist barred in blue, ra
ish little white duck cap set on her bo
nv brown hair and a white silk paras
above her.
Pemberton gazed at her with Il
maddened desperation of reluctant a
Grafton, sweltering in hannels, at Z
mercy Of loves caprice.
Finally he referred, with mild Sc
casm. to the interesting fact of It's |
ing warm.
"Are you warm, Mr.. Pemberton
asked Sally in surprise. Ieel 81
lightfully >cool. You do look rath
warm. Aren't we most thereT
about half mile more" He TO
up the oars again.
"You can rest while l pick hiles'
can punt the boat round and get the
You need not bother"
"Restr' Bake, sizzle, while she tC
her time. He set his teeth grimly q
steered away from willow snag.
"Too bad we couldn't have broui
along two boats"
"Why?" Her eyes were full OF in
cent inquiry.
$50 you could get all the lilies"
''Mr. Pemberton," Sally spoke
verely, "you came on your own inv
ton. There is not the slightest
cessity for any display of wit. Il
since we started you have been d
greeable and discourteous, and
were unwilling to go in the first pl
merely because wished it. have