The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1907-09-27

safety, Ike dreamers. awaking from
Impending death. Then Jeanette ceas-
eli battling and leaned back exhausted
In the stern chair. Bob, barely dip
ping the oars, also took a much needed
rest.
On the balcony Of the b%oathouse 81
black and white group that had been
watching anxiously the outcome of the
fight waved hats and handkerchiefs.
Halfway between the blue skiff and
the shore were several skiffs, each
manned by a 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
offshore the water became smoother.
It was Big TimSwho first hailed them.
At Jeannette's request he accompanied
them to the shore.
They landed on the sandy beach near
her fathers cottage. Jeanette wished
to avoid for the present the well 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 Tim
ne restraint was required.
bob was beastly," she answered,
with renewed anger.
GLOW So" pursued the guide gently.
"Why,> Tim, he was cross and even
ugly when at first I was frightened.
Surely if we were to die we might
have died friends. I. shall never speak
to him again."
Jeanette bris.liy climbed the cottage
steps as she delivered this ultimatum
and fell almost fainting into her ia
TIERS arms. Tim followed the girl in
to the cottage, his face grave with
suppressed concern. AS Jeanette, as
sisted by her father, began to climb
the stairs to her room Tim spoke up.
"Hold IN, Miss Jeannette!"
"Yes?" she asked.
"Bob wasn't really mean," he as
serted, his bronzed face flushing with
this unwonted forwardness.
"What do you mean, Tim?" asked
Jeanette, almost without patience.
Tim slapped two big fingers convinc-
ingly in the hard palm Of another
huge hand.
"When a passenger gets scary in q
Storm he said, with slow emphasis,
"a guide calculates to do somethin' to
scare him worse, to take his mind off
the water. Bob stung yeh instead.
It's all the same. -Four years ago this
summer l hit a millionaire with the
butt end of a GAIT to keep him from
jumpin' out of the boat. / told him I'd
use the other end if he stirred enough
to shoe a fy-and l brought him ill.,"
he concluded. with another slap Of his
fingers and Il jerk of his head. Its
the law OF the woods" he added.
When Jeanette understood she few
down the few stairs, leaned far over
the newell post and rested her little
hand Oh Tins flannel covered Shout
ders.
care YOU quite sure. Tim, that Bob
was following that law" she asked.
looking scarcllingly into his eyes, yet
confident OF the answer.
"sartin sure,' vouched finn solemn
~. "'Twas Il fearful blow and Bob
was only figAtin' for your life, my little
GAL
With eyes dancing with gladness,
Jeanette leaned NC farther until
her wind blown hair brushed the
guides clean brown cheek. There was
a whispered message and something
which sounded like a kiss. Then Jean
nette turned to her father. who smiled
tendcrly and with responsive JOY.
'sYou won't forget Tim, dear:' She
admonishca, half playfully, half i'll
earnest.
The guide looked up. the red blood
showing. through all his tan.
"B.y The .5ohn Rogers" he Murdered
as he hastened out, Il guess not!E'
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