The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1905-01-15

SA~ WSh w huiheVs ShG iUOhEa Fur
fully down at her soaking feet. shs
shook the rufiies Of her diminutiys
skirt. Wouldn't Aunt Pendleton have
q fit? Graclousr
She looked up Just In time TO catch
the end Of an amused glance from the
blue eyes Of young fellow In gray
golf shirt who was walking leisurely
away with his head turned In the dl.
rection Of tho red tiles. He had won.
derful red hair.
She turned and scrambled precipitate-
ly into the cart. Picking up the lines,
she said IN subdued whisper:
Dear me, Christopher, this isn't Wy
oming. Ii ltT'
The wagon turnout with Its flushed
occupant disappeared down the road
toward the red roofs In cloud OF dust
"But haven't you seen her any.
where| Miss Pendletons usually se-
rene voice was agltated.
mot anywhere echoed the big voice
Of the athletic young fellow at her el.
bow. He passed his hand slowly across
his mouth. "Some one thought they
saw her about II driving into the sta.
bles. They weren't sure"
"She IL such foolish child. and yet
cant believe anything mas happened
10 her. She IL 40 used to taking care
OF herself do wish she were O little
less self sufficient" Miss Pendleton's
voice was plalntiye.
She and Mr.. Guy Randolph Wetmore
were part OF Il searching party insti.
tuted for the recovery Of Miss Joanna
Pendleton, lately disappeared from her
aunt's estate. II was sundown, and
they strolled along the river bank,
peering, one anxiously, the other po-
litely. into every clump Of oyerhanging
bushes.
THAT she should have taken this
day OF all others to behave unseemly
grieves me. | wanted her to make a
good impression" Miss Pendleton pat.
ted the young mans arm. The two
families have been 50 closely connected
In friendship, hoped
Take care, aunt. You're coming
through"
''Oh!' Miss Pendleton started back,
with little scream. "Where?"
Thin Ice" commented the voice
from below.
"But-but where have you been, 10?
Are you all rightY quavered Miss
Pendleton, peering through the shrub.
berry at the girl. sleeves rolled above
her elbows, sitting in the bow Of a
boat pulled up to shore.
"All here" came the answer.
But want you to come up, Jo, and
meet Mr.. Wetmore. We've been look.
ing for you every place. you've given
us such scare"
Cant I'm too busy" She finished
batting her hook and cast out.
Miss Pendieton took the gray garbed,
red headed individual by the arm and
walked him around the bushes before
the girl. Her hat was lying In the bot
tom Of the boat, and her brown hair,
piled high, cleaned gold in the sun.
10, this il Mr.. Wetmore." she said
severely.
The girls eyes were fixed on the wa
ter at the point where the line dipped
In.
Ssh Be STILL l think I've got a
blte." she said "0h, how do you do,
Mr.. Wetmore?" She flashed q smile at
him. "Take this line. will your
lie stepped down into the boat and
reached toward her. Deity she seiz-
ed the oars and pushed Off from shore.
There's a string Of fish down here
that couldn't pull in by myself" she
announced as he sat down hard. And
the boat shot out into the stream, leav-
ing Miss Pendleton amazed and horri-
fed on the bank.
1t was clear and cool and moonlight
when the regular creak Of an oarlock
foated over the stiffness. A big Fat
boat containing two people moved
across the open and grated upon the
apron at the boathouse. Lights stream
cd out the windows Of the big house at
the top Of the sloping lawn. He sprang
lightly out and helped her. II took lon-
ger than was absolutely necessary.
II didn't think then that you would
ever care to be Wet.more.' he drawled. |
"If you ever leak, Guy Wet Well,
me to Wyoming" She looked up the
graveled path. I'VE dropped the fish |
Just as we pulled them out, and Pm
Miss Pendleton' for ten days. Remem-
hnr TINT