Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1905-03-13

the other, and her face falls. and as
she stoops to put her rod aside, she
lays her hand on his arm and whis-
pers, confidently: what have you
said to her? Have you been quar-
reling?"
"Never mind, he whispers, and then
springing to his feet, draws up the
weight, runs the pole into the water,
and sends the punt flying down the
stream.
ooh! you promised to let me try
oh, I beg your pardon"
"Come along" says Sir Heron.
ssTake care" and he shows her how to
hold the pole.
Those who have endeavored to punt
for the first time do not require to be
told what happened. May makes
desperate 1unges with the long, awk-
ward pole, pushes and pants, and finds
the punt spinning around from east to
west. from north to south, in any d.
rection instead of the right forward
''And yet it looked SO easy"
''Let me show you,' he says. "There,
take it so-where l hold it-now-
push and as she does so his hand
covers hers. She does not notice it,
but he does, and something rises
straight to his heart and makes it
thrill.
81 see. Like this-there! now again
-and-oh, my locket!"
ssWhat is it?" he says. Have you
lost anything?"
Eyes, my locket. The pole caught
and broke the chain-I heard it fall"
sob, May, Sydney's locket!"
s'Yes," says May, despairingly; q
heard it fall into the water. Look
her is the rest of the chain. What
shall | do?" and the lips culver and
the soft brown eyes grow suddenly
dim.
In their dismay and concern the two
have forgotten Sir Heron, and have
been too absorbed in staring at the
water to see the sudden flush and as
sudden pallor which has swept across
his face.
For a moment he stands looking al
the sorrowful face, and feels as if the
twin devils, love and jealousy-foI
there is a devil as well as a god named
love-were tearing at his heart Then
he speaks, and his voice is so hard
and strained that May starts.
where did you drop it?" he says.
There says May, pointing.
"Yes-oh', yes!" she replies, eagerly
'It contains the portrait" Then
she stops Why should she tell this
proud, naughty aristocrat of the vaga.
bond brother, whose name she is for
hidden to mention? Eyes" she says
81 do value it,
81 see. 1 am very sorry. You
have now some tangible, real cause to
regret this mornings work"
sit cannot be helped; it was my
fault. ought not to have worn it SO
so carelessly."
"For Heavens sake, do not cry! All
the portraits and lockets in the world
are not worth that!"
Then he drives the punt on shore
and jumps out.
Slowly May and Carrie follow him;
he can feel how Mays hand trembles
in his.
"Good morning, and thank you very
much, Indeed
''Stop! Wait there-sit down on
that stone for minute or two and
leaping into the punt, he fights his way
upstream.
"Where is he going?" asks Carrie
.'How angry ne looked. And, oh, May
don't cry"
ST am not crying" says May. Ct
ah!" and she springs to her feet
pale and frightened
With swift strokes Sir Heron has
made his way to- the spot-he knows
it by the tree on the opposite bank
then, letting down the weight, steps
on to the seat and dives clean as q
kingf1sher into the cold blue water.
''May-May! Oh, he'll be drowned
| know he will Oh, what shall we