Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1905-07-20

hlHu VI ltltoM 10 SuiAthuti hdlAiSeh
to fellow like Denis Moore without a
struggle"
Mr.. Wilmot. you are coming near "a
forgetting yourself" she interrupted
freezingly.
Mrs. O'Toole. you are tempting me
sorely to do so and"
He paused suddenly. as, a cry reaching
his ears above the dull roaring Of the
waters, he turned and glanced across the
shannon.
A smothered cry of horror from his
elbow proved that his companion had
recognized. conformity with him. the
Identity of the white gowned girl in the
boat, which, caught in the swiftly-run-
ming current. was slowly being drifted
in the direction of the weir.
TITS Kathleenl" she cried. hoarsely.
Yes" remarked Wilmot. calmly
steering his float clear of rock in the
turbulent backwater
And she has lost control over the
boat" A hand trembling with an i'll
concealed emotion was laid on his arm
$50 | observe" he replied blandly
glancing out over the river from the tail
Of his eye.
What are You going to do?"
"I?" He raised his eyebrows in ar
affectation of polite surprise.
yes. yOui" cried Mrs. O'Toole. trem-
bling in an odd mixture Of rage and fear
as a second cry for help reached her
ears. do you not realize that the boa
will be carried over the weir and that
Kathleen cannot swim a stroke?"
THAT will be awkward for her" re.
piled Wilmot, calmly, noting with a Sc.
cret satisfaction that his companions
voice rose nearly TO a scream under the
impetus Of her fear. Mrs O'Toole, do
you mind not hanging on to my arm. II
interferes with my fishirT."
Are you mad, Mr.. Wilmot?" cried
Mrs. O'Toole, angrily. Drop your rod.
and for PHYS sake do something to
save Kathleen.
II should advise you 10 run and fetch
Denis Moore 70 save your daughter,
he replied sardonically, smiling at her
frenzied tones, as calmly taking a pipe
from his pocket he placed It between
his lips. "she is getting very near the
weir now, Mrs 0'Toole. should waste
no time in starting off If were you. for
she will soon be over"
do you mean that you refuse to try
to save her? Coward" cried his com
panion, wringing her hands in agony as
a third appeal for help rang out clearly
above the roar of the waters.
well, II is a ticklish job" he said,
grinning. And I'm hanged If am GO
ing to risk my life or broken bones In
order TO save Kathleen for Denis
Moore"
what do you mean?"
"Thisl If you will withdraw your In o
sane objection to my marrying your
daughter, I'll save her." said Wilmot.
gripping her by the wrist. III not. she
may drown for all care. Now, then.
which is IL to be-"
"Brutel"
III you will am however. also her
lover" cried Wilmot, feverishly. Now.
then, do you agree TO my terms or do
you not?"
Il agreed" almost shrieked the terri
fed woman I'm agree 10 anything.
only save her!"
In an instant Wilmot had dropped
his rod, and, fiinging of his coat as he
ran, sped along the top of the weir TN
he reached the spot toward which.
borne on the turgid surface of the foam
1ecked water, the boat was now swiftly
speeding.
Kathleen, pale but possessed. stood
up in the boat to grasp Wilmots out
stretched arms as the boat sped under
the water soaked, moss grown wood OF
the foot-bridge.
He had gagged the exact spot where
she would pass to nicely. Their hands
gripped. held for a moment. then with
woman's shrek Of agony ringing
loudly in his ears. Wilmot was jerked
from his hold by the suddenness of the
impact, to plunge head foremost into
the swirling, seething food OF the back.
water.
A second later he came to the surface.
still holding his precious burden, and
with long. steady strokes. slowly but
surely fought his way through the swift
current to the bank
Kathleen" remarked Wilmot, gayly.
as he daringly kissed her bedraggled
hair under the very eyes of Mrs. o'Toole
as she arrived on the scene I'VE have
only now to select the day for our
triumphant wedding. your mother
he glanced in amused satire al his late
enemy as he spoke-"having kindly
given her consent 10 our becoming en-
gagged
Mrs. O'Toole smiled maliciously.
my dear" she remarked. 1T was the
condition which this bright specimen
Of manhood made to repay him for the
trouble OF putting down his rod in order
to rescue YOU"
Mother. dearie,' laughed Kathleen
bewitchlng even in her disorder. u
think you are misiudging George, for,
you see, We had arranged this little