The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1907-10-09

safety, like dreamers awaking fren:
impending death. Then Jeanette ceas.
ad bailing and leaned back exhausted
in tie stern chair. Bob, barely dip
ping the oars, also took a much needed
rest.
On tire balcony of the boathouse a
black and white group that had been
watching anS!o.ssy tlsefsltcoine OF the
f-.lt wavel hats and' handkerchiefs.
railway between the blue s!li.f and
TIE shore Were several skiffs, each
manned by q guide. They. too, had
been on watch. ready to respond to the
first sign of distress. There was still
a heavy sea, but as the wind had been
offsllore the water became smoother,
It was Big Tim who first hailed them
At Jeannette's request lie accompanied
them to the shore.
They landed on the sandy beach neat
her fathers cottage. Jeanette wished
to avoid for the present the we'll meant
congratulations of her friends. She
knew that she looked more angry than
thankful. Bob was ignored entirely
and walked silently but smilingly
away.
"Yeh don't look very glad, Miss Jean
nette." ventured Tim as they FASTENED
alone toward the cottage. With Tin,
no restraint was required.
Bob was beastly," she answered.
with renewed anger.
"Eow 500" pursued the guide gently
"Why. Tim, he was cross and ever
ugly when at first l was frightened
Surely if We were to die we might
have died friends. l shall never speak
to him again.
.Jeannette briskly climbed the cottage
steps as she delivered this ultimatun
and fel! almost fainting into her fa
TIERS arms. Tim followed the girl in
to the cottage. his face grave witt
suppressed concern AS Jeanette, as.
sisted by her father. began to c!iml
the stairs to her room Tim spoke UP.
"Hold Oh. Miss .Ieannatte!"
"Yes:" size asked.
"Bob wasn't really mean," he as
SeTlel, MS .Gl').i-.tl ltIc LiltSiiiiS WIZ
this unwonted fovwardness.
What do you Eean Tim?" asked
Jeanette, almost without patience.
Tim slapped two big aaSars convinc
ingly in the hard palm of anot.le.
huge hand.
"Whea Il passenger gaes scl"y in I;
| storm" he said, with SLOW emphasiS
.a guide calc'!atcs to do sometlin' t,
scare him worse. To take his mind o!
/ the water. Boz stang zen instead
It's all the same FoEr years ago thi:
summer | hit q millionaire with thu
butt end of a gaff to keep him from
jumpin' out of the boat. l told him II
use the other end if he stirred enough
to shoe a fly-aal l brought him in
he concluded, with another slap of hi
fingers and a jerk of his head. ''Itt
the law of the woods he added.
When Jeanette understood she flew
down the few stairs, leaned far owe
the newell post and rested her 1ittl
hand on Tins flannel covered shoul
Iers.
care you quite sure, Tim, that Bo'
was following that law" she asked
looking searcllingly into his eyes, ye
confident of the answer.
"Sartin sure" vouched Tim solemn
ly. "Twas a fearful blow and 30
was only fightin' for your life, my littl
gal"
With eyes dancing with gladnes:
Jeanette leaned over farther unit
her wind blown hair brushed til
guides clean brown cheek. There wa
a whispered message and somethin
which sounded like Il kiss. Then Jeal
nette turned to her father, who smile
tenderly and with responsive joy,
lyon Won't forget, Tim, dear?" sh
admoaished, half playfully, half j
earnest.
The guide looked up, the red bloc
showing through all his tan.
"By the John Rogers" he thundere
as he FASTENED out, Il guess mott"