The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1906-01-30
4 HE LIFE-SAVER.

IN the evening she sent word that
she wanted to see him. Miss convcll
looking MS he would have thought II
princess ought to look, If princcsscs
wore crimson kimOnos
You saved my life. and am very,
very grateful" she said putting out
her hand.
Kramer had never had any romance
lie took the hind and kissed It,
1T was my fault" he said.
Not zone Bit" she rcbuked him.
1T was all mine. What could you havs
done that you didn't do?"
Il could have refused TO let you 20
so far"
But ! should have gone anyway.
Besides you did refuse. And l want
You to forgive me-
IsraIner stood there awkwardly.
''Ill do anything you say except los
You go 30 far again."
They all laughted finally and Krainsp
went back to the hotel Office and tried
to read one of the papers. He found
it quite impossible.
The girl from Georgia had begun to
I'LL the whole of Kraners imagina-
ton He found himself thinking OF
her when he awokc In the morning
He guessed that this was love. He
looked at the sea and dreamed new
dreams. He and the sea had a new
bond, They each had held Paoa
Raycc
one night she let him walk with ner
over to the rustic pavilion that over
looked the beach. There was moon
and lie took her hand, and kissed it
again But he did not tell her that
he loved her. He put That off, and
the next day young man came. 4
slender young man with eye. glasses. who
was not quite her height..and she walked
with him ut the hour she usually batlied.
1t was an hour OF fury for Kramer,
who wondered how long the intruder
would stay
The next afternoon she introduced
the young man to Kramer. and Krain-
err listened suilenly while the young
man paid tribute TO his skill and cour-
age.
After dinner he learned how 1t was.
This was the man. They were to ne
married In the fall sometime. he WAS
very rich.
This sort of thing has happened q
great many times but Kramer did
not know much of the world. He
knew the beach and the ocean and his
game. These he could understand.
This new tragedy hit him between tn,
She had the young man with her when
she said goodbye to him. She asked
him to accept token OF her gratitude
and so on. 1t was a little silver locket
After she had gone he dropped it in thu
sand. and drove 1t under with his heel.
then spent long time searching for 1t.
finding 1t at last.
When the gray days came Kramer be.
gan his winter patrol.
There came a day early in November
when he took out one OF the small
fishing boats from the cove. He did not
- - 49,. Re-
the little sail. It was n savage day.
quite the wrong day for fishing. The sea
had an ugly slate greenlessness. Tile
wind swung like scythe.
He threw himself at the sea as shs
had thrown herself on the morning OF
that amazing swim, and he went back
to that day while the wind drove him
over the slatc-grecn, foam-flecked waste
The sea squirmed and frothcd. and spat
INTO the boat. He did not care.
AT last the Hook lay far behind him
and the angry Atlantic slapped and
shouldered the wet boat until Kramer
knew that he must make a choice then
and there II he went on. the boat must
soon fill. Water was churnng about his
boots. There was no certainty that he
could go hack.
Go back? To what?
There was faint sound above the noise
OF wind and water. He could see the
black nose of an ocean liner outward
bound. He was In the path. Well. that
would be one way.
But they would not run him down. The
bow cleared him by a few yards, though
he swung his craft defiantly athwart ths
course. 4f
He looked up at tho rail and saw
figures here and there and near the stern
a scarlet hat that somehow associated
itself with curious cry. He saw a
waving handkerchief and that 1t was she
with the young man of the eyeglasses
standing beside her. He understood. They
We're married and this was their we'd
ding journey.
He knew that she saw him, that she
knew him. He stood up and lifted his
hand convulsively as tho great bulk
dwindled. He drew out the locket from
his wet pocket and threw 1t with all his
might. 1t fell into the wake.
AS he dropped to his knees, his face in
his hands, there was a fresh thrush OF
water. He looked up again ut the shore
with the line of hills behind and at the
slowly vanishing ship. Then he put his
hand to the tiller and swung the boat
about until the bow held for the hills.
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