Maryland independent. [volume] (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1874-current, 1906-07-27

lthis time. and While you have been in
tent upon your own wise talk, my feet
have got wet through. Are expeditions
OF this barbarous description got up
with an ulterior view Of pleasure,
wonderf
Miss Hardeastle's tone Is aerimon-
ious-so acrimonious that Felix Brough.
ton allows her hand to slip away
from beneath his arm, and putting up
his eyeglass. looks placidly around him
in the moonlight.
II is evident that they have wandered
tolersbly far from the track In which
they were directed to keep Low. sea.
weed covered rocks, interspersed with
pools, hem them in on three sides.
while to regain the firm, white sands OF
Quernec Bay current Of fresh water,
twenty feet wide. at least, and more
than ankle deep in shallowest part.
must be forded.
II shall not tHrn back. If you mean
that? am wearied to death already
says Clementina--it must be :llowed
with more unreason than she ordinari-
ly displays in the conduct OF life. "And
| will not wade through any more wa
ter. ! am wet through MS It Is. SO
much for the delights Of the country
To these observations Mr. BrouEht0r
for a minute or more offers up re.
sponse. Then. letting fall his eycglass
and folding his arms with the resigna-
ton Of man prepared for every eSjg.
ency Of feminine caprice: LAS you re
fuse deeisively to turn back, my dear
Clementina." he remarks. three other
courses remain open 10 you. Either
you will wade through the water that
lies before us. or you will let me carry
you across it. or you will remain where
you are and be drowned by the rising
tide. This much is certain"
Let you carry me across! As II you
would be guilty of such an exertion for
any one but the pretty. gentle woman
who adores you, the paragon who is to
convert you from Monte Carlo 30 mutt
ton chops -Daphnei I am sure II did
what was wisest." she adds, petulantly
II should Just walt quietly where | am
for the tide to drown me. as Victor
Hugos man did In the novel"
HAD Victor Hugo's man 10 carry
any one?p asks Cousin Felix. with in-
terest. "YOu know never read novels
at first hand Had Victor Hugo's man
TO carry any one, and was she heavy"
You had better get ashore with as
little inconvenience to yourself as you
can. Mr.. Broughton. Mrs Chester will
probably have reached home by this
time. and may be feeling anxious about
you. And perhaps you would kindly
desire Sir John Severne to come down
to my assistance
Il lifted you once. remember at the
Geological, TO see the bears, and you
were no weight to speak Of Bnt that
was a great many years ago. However,
If find You beyond my strength l can
but set you down again half way
across. Come. child"
Miss Hardcastle's statue is caleu-
lated at five feet. He lifts her with
about as much ease as child would
! lift a kYten. and ere she can remon-
-strasSp-'f AXIS m 1se>thy- ~-fsrst r-rf-FrTT
they have reached the middle Of the
stream Mr. Broughton stops
Il had no idea it would be so pleas
ant" he remarks. looking somewhat
earnestly ut the delicate pale face SO
close to his in the moonlight
"What is pleasant" she asks ungra-
ciously. Walking through muddy we
ter in thin boots?"
NO, carrying people, mean carry
ing you. Glen. that time spoke Of. at
the Geological, you put your arms
around my neck. Do you recollect?"
Il recollect nothing at all about IT,
sir; l believe the whole story to be a
fiction
"And when gave You a shillngs
worth of buns for the bears you Kissed
Neon my honor You did! wish
there were bears to get buns for here,
Clementina."
II wish you would have the goodness
to set me down at once, Mr.. Byough-
ton"
'In the stream?'
Upon the other side. of course. Ana
would YOU please NOT look at me SO
hard. if you can help it: 1t makes me
nervous
IF we could imagine, just Tor the
time being. and until we catch up with
Daphne and Sir John, that it was the
geological and ten years ago, Cons il
Felix. you would say, 4 love Won Il
thousand times better than any other
person in the world"
Miss Hardeastle turns her face away
sharply She knows that the blood
must have forsaken it that though
her voice may be under command.
still her lips are trembling at every id,e
word Felix Broughton utters.
To be Continued.