Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1907-08-06

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oven try" he answered, with equal
repression. Their eyes met In the I'M
Outstanding of a common peril. There
was much against them, but wind and
tide were with them, and when the
Cults Wing sank it was within rev
feet of the islands shore.
Peyton stepped out and carried Miss
Ainsley to land. Then he pulled In the
boat as far as he could and made 1t
fast.
"Maroonedr' cried Miss Ainsley
lightly. She did not refer to their past
danger, nor did he, save to say solicit
tously. 'Miss Ainsley, you're soaking
wetw
$50 are you! But the suns strong
and hot on this little beach, and We'll
soon dry. When do you think they'll
come for us?'
"Pm afraid we won't be missed till
nightfall, and it's only 3 o'clock now.
Thank heaven my matches aren't
damp, and we can build fire"
"Crusoe the second!" laughed Miss
Ainsley. "Do you think the wreck will
yield us anything? 1t should, accord
ing to the best story books" ~
"Nothing but the bailing pail and a
coffeepot and two tin cups In the
stern locker"
"Get Them" she besought. "Well
use them to cook with"
"Cook what"
Miss Ainsley's eyes danced. "Oh,
Crusoe, Crusoe! Haven't you any I'm
agination? Don't you know there's al
WAYS food on a desert island-sea
gulls' eggs and things like that? Come
along and let's explore"
There! l told you!" she exclaimed
as their wanderings brought them t.
a little spring isn't that pretty, tie
way it bubbles up between the moss
and ferns? And ! do believe there's
been a picnic here. Look at that bill
Of orange peel"
Eyes, and see thisw cried Peyton
emerging from thicket with brown
paper parcel in his hand.
Something the picnickers forgot!
cried Miss Ainsley ecstatically. "Oper
It, quick"
Peyton caught the fire of her en-
thusiasm. "Tea and sugar and a LOAF
of bread" he laughed.
"Breadv' exclaimed Miss Ainsley
'Do you think that it's stale" She
pulled a bit from the heel Of the loaf
and nibbled 1t furtively. "No! Its
fresh. There must have been a picnic
here this morning. Wen have a feast
a regular feast"
Time went swiftly in preparing it
| Peyton found some blackberries, anC
Miss Ainslie made plates of leaves
They built a FIRE Of driftwood on thu
beach, and over a pile of stones thu
coffeepot sang pleasantly. 1t wal
sunset when they seated themselves
luxurious1y on the sand and ate wha
Viola AinsIie called the fruits of thei
toll.
''This tea is the best 1 ever tasted,
Peyton declared.
"You didn't know l was such goot
cook, did your" Miss Ainslie inquired
as she sat opposite him poking at tn
fire.
| lucy VIII DC COhllh6 IOA uo 6OOh,
said Peyton, land then our day will b.
over"
EYES," said Miss Ainslie with some
thing strangely like sigh.
Behind them the woods Of the littl
island were deepening into the shad
ow; the waves broke softly on tn
beach; the rosy flames of the fire shon
brightly out into the gathering dusk.
Listen" she added. In the distanc
could be heard the faint, steady pun
ing Of a steam launch. They've see
the fire." she exclaimed, shielding he
eyes with her hand.
There's McNugget," cried Peyto
almost savagely, ''and suppose your
glad" He was kneeling on the san
picking up the tin cups.
Miss Ainsley smiled. "Oh, Robinso
Crusoe," she said softly, chow yer
blind you areT
Peyton dropped the cups and stare
at her "You mean he breathed.
II mean that-this afternoon when
thought that perhaps we've wouldn
reach the shore-it didn't seem as
the other things mattered at all.
knew then what really counted mos
l knew that wealth was nothing an
that I only wanted you - you - you!
The last words were almost inaudibl,
and Peyton had to lean very near I
catch them. Then the voice of the mi
lionaire McNugget reached thel
through the megaphone.
"Comingv' cried Miss Ainslie in al
swer. Hurry up, Crusoe. Why O
earth are you carrying that old coffe,
pot under your arm?'
ITS a trophy" said Peyton, "of
shipwreck that has made me the hal
piest man on earth"