The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1907-08-28
Out of the
Channel.
By LYLE WARD SaNDtRSON.



the lighthouse stairs He liked the
wind aud twist of them \ hay
wish hoatel through his mind that
they might never end. He would like
10 20 On forever, hearing the tap Of
her little feet on the iron behind him.
feeling her hand touch his shoulder evz
cry HON and then when she grew II
bit dizzy with the curve
The fact Mas Mr. keSler'S sense of
proportion had been rather unsettled
since the night before Then Marion
in that strange. Illogical WAY girls
have and III spite of her aunt's skill
full. contrary maneuNers. had made the
ebtuse Mr.. Harvey understand that
she waS not overwhelmed With delight
ut his invitation 10 try his new electric
launch and within the same I've min
utes had promised kesler to Visit the
light with him. even II We have to 20
In u dory.''
1t had been somewhat hard for Nh
kesler when he came down To the
cape on his short vacation to find his
old playmate absorbed by the wealthy
Mr.. Harvey 1t was true that Marion
did not appear very happy. but her
aunt certainly seemed Mt peace With
all the world and made an extremely
willing ehapcron ON the many trips
which that gentleman WAS constantly
planning This had been kcSler's first
chance
After thanks and farcWels to the
old captain. kcsler guided his compan-
ion down the steep path 10 the little.
rebbly beach where their boat await
ed them Il WAS not dory. but II
gay little pleasure craft, bright with
many cushions. Kesler helped Marion
In, feeling Il keen regret that he could
not put her into the handsomest launch
on III" coast
Therewasno hint of regret in Marion's
face as she picked mp the rudder ropes
and the boat SWUNG off The sun was
warm, hut the breeze. filled with tho
tang of the sea blew the girls bright
hair about her face and brought II
sparkle 10 her brown eyes
and over the sea Hes Spain" sang
the girl happily.
You'd like IL visit the old world.
wouldn't yen. Marion? You must go
some day said Keslcfi wondering
how he would feel If he should know
that Harvey and Marion We're Journey
Ing about Europe together
"Some day" repeated the girl softly
her dark eyes dreaming, then smiling
Into his. She WAS quite willing to
push everything but the present mo-
Inent into the indefinite future.
The man hcsitntcd II moment, then
suid, with II note of entrcaty In his
voice: May | row you over 10 I'ur
bets creek before we 70 back? It's
such II quaint. Butehy little place. with
It's old wharfs and hshcrmen's houses,
that | want to see II again. You know
my vacation ends tomorrow.
Marieh's faee suddenly flushed till it
was the deep pink of the Wild roses
that grew along the shore
I'D love To 20 with YOU she an
swercd, only well, you see. after all
aunt told MIR Harvey he might take
us out In his launch nj g. and she'll be
much displeused If | am not nj home"
oh see" said Merton Kesler
rather blankly I'D better hurry.
then
His mouth suddenly became a
straight line He began to pun with
long even strokes. Harvey can give
her everything In the world" he
thought, with remorse and some bit
terness, and he Is n very decent fell
low besides aside from being snob
If ever girl WIS born for riches she
was. What right have to ask her to
share my mean little salary IT'S n
good thing my vacation Is nearly over:
| might say something foolish and
make her unhappy, But. OH may she
not smile nj me again before we reach
the farther side Of the little bay"
"The tide Il running out fast" said
Marion. looking down through the clear
water 10 the yellow sands
"Well strike the channel soon" re-
turned kesler, pulling himself to
gether with an effort Il can never
tell exactly where 1t Is when the wind
roughs the whole bay. Great day for
sailing Wish We had a yacht. Ma
rlon"
ooh Ike this little boat fully as
well" declared the girl contendedly.
then suddenly cried ITS growing shall
low, sailor boy; look out"
Keslcr's oars stopped in the air
That was the name she had called him
when. ne children, they had built
many dream ships together.
The oars made II savage swoop into
the water. the boat shot half its length
ahead then stopped with jerk, its
nose buried In the sand
Great Scott. we've struck on the
flats. Jerk mp the rudder, Marion,
while | push her off Then. after an
unayaiinS cftort It's mercy this
oar Is stout No, don't push child;
sit still"
But the tidc IL just racing out"
objected Marion, while all of the
mans efforts simply caused the OBJ
stinate little craft To grind deeper into
the sand
Wrath and modification struggled
on Keslers face ITS bad enough to
have to ta,e the princess out In a
mean little rowboat," he broke out
but to shore her on II saisl bank and
not be able tc pun her off IS absolute
disgrace.
From far Up the bay came the sound
OF distant putting. and Kesler, CHANGING
up, had the pleasure OF seeing new,
shining launch coming rapidly down
the channel toward the stranded boat
Still Juggling end pulling Intellectually,
ne turned angrly to the astonlshed
girl
Your aunt VIII be peased TO find
you here. Marion. Good heavens, why
did you ever come off with me- You
ought to be IN that launch this minute.
You don't belong here'-his wrath
poured out on her--'you love luxury;
you know you love 1t like cat. Har-
eey's not good enough for you; no
body Is I'm not. He wants you. OF
course | want you many times more.
but you're crazy to come Off with
me. He'll be angry and twill serve
you right I'm going 10 signal when