Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1905-11-11

leSGy ShlVer or ueSOlatiOn. Jack
looked at his watch.
Half past !. Peggy" he said Il
am going to launch the boat"
They rowcd out into the lake in di.
nifed silence. Peggy. in her oil Place
in the stern. Smuggled down into her
sweater and wondered how long she
must maintain her difficult isolation.
Finally. We ought to he home in
thrcc-uuarters of an hour" came IN
soothing tones from Jacks end of the
boat
No answer from the stern
"A nasty rain" from the rowcrs
>cnch
No reply.
ITS almost too dark to steer isn't
it, WAS inquired tendcrIy.
Still no reply.
Heavier and heavier grew the dark
ness, and wctter and wctter became
the white sweater and the red Jersey.
"Oughtn't we to be there by now"
asked nervous little voice from Peg
gy'S end of the boat
Jack hauled in his oars. struck II
match and looked at his watch.
"GadS, he exclaimed IT'S quarter
after s. Where in thunder have we
got to-"
There seems to be nothing around
us" said Peggy, 'but water"
steer more to the right Peggy"
snid Jack. Then. after half an hour,
"Try it to the left"
"Oh, dear" sighed Peggy. It's so
dark. If we only could find Il little
something to land on
"Now, Peggy. dear" said Jack.
"don't be frightened. I'll save you. |
calculate that we are clear across thr
lake by now, and we will land at one
of the lake farms and get some one
to drive up to town. If we assure the
house committee that we have been
chaperoned ever since O'Clock they
won't do very much to YOU"
"Oh. won't they" said Peggy Gcri-
sively. You don't know them. IN" dear.
They will have the time of their lives
over me-
"Then,' answered Jack firmly. "they
VIII have me to reckon with"
isn't he rOmantic?' thought Peggy.
Then aloud. "Oh. Jack, Jack. there is a
light And in an instant they were
humping pier posts, the rough sides of
which were eagerly graSpcI by the be
draggled pair in the rowboat They
landed and tied the boat.
''IIey. what's doing down thcre?'
called Il mans voice from the shore.
Jack took Peggy'S hand. The owner
of the place." he said to her softly
Then he called. Pm lost with Il lady"
There was silence from the shore,
and then the mans voice came back
through the rain:
Lost Who are you?"
I'm John Howard of Hull univer-
sity."
"All right, come along. Mr. Howard"
Jack and Peggy walked carefully up
the pier, and through the rain they saw
a great building that seemed strangely
close to til" water for a farmhouse \
man whose face they could not see in
the darkness stepped forward.
Come right in he said and threw
open IA door. There on long bench
that faced Il racing shell sat Il dozen
men.
Hello, Howard" said one in a sur
priSed sort of way.
With one gasp Of disgust Jack pulled
Peggy back out of the light
THE varsity boathouSe.' he gronnci
as they hurried across the campus
"Gee, l have done it, Wen never hear
the end of this. We must have rowed
clear around that confounded lake
And the way | announced it to that
chump who invited US in. Wen never
hear the end of this"
"And my dose is Il double one"
groancd Peggy. Think of the house
committee"
Jack left her at the door of Rose cot
tage. and Peggy slowly climbed the
stairs to report to the matrOn. But in
stead of fear Il little trrmOr of JOY
made her throat quiver and the pros
peCt of her interview with the house
committee was not even Il needle point
shadow on the clear serenity of her
happiness, for rs he said good night
Jack had held her hand and whispered:
"Never mind, dear, We'll grin and
bear it together. Won't we:'