The Coeur d'Alene press. (Coeur d'Alene, Idaho) 1906-1907, 1907-09-09
Out of the
Channel.
BY LYLE WARD SANDERSON.



wind and twist Of them. A hazy
wish fioated through his mind that
they might never end. He would like
to go ON forever. hearing the tap Of
her little feet ON the iron behind him,
feeling her hand touch his shoulder ey-
cry now and then when she grew u
bit dizzy with the curve.
The fact was Mr.. Kesler's sense OF
proportion had been rather unsettled
since the night before. Then Marion.
In that strange, illogical way girls
have and In spite of her aunts skill
full contrary maneuvers. had made the
obtuse Mr.. Harvey understand that
she was not overwhelmed with delight
at his invitation TO try his new electric |
launch aud within the same five min
utes had promised Kesler to visit the
light with him, "even IL we have to go
In a dory."
1t had been somewhat hard for Mr..
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 at peace with
ali the world and made an extremely
willing chaperon ON the many trips
which that gentleman was constantly
planning This had been Kesler's first
chance.
After thanks and farewells to the
old captain. Keslcr guided his compan-
lon down the steep path to the little,
| pebbly beach, where their boat await
/ ed them. 1t was not n dory, but a
| gay little pleasure craft, bright with
many cushions. Kesler helped Marion
IN, feeling a keen regret that he could
not put her into the handsomest launch
on the coast.
Therewns no hint of regret In Marion's
face as she picked up the rudder ropes
and the boat swung OFF The sun was
warm, but the breeze, filed with the
tang Of the sea, blew the girls bright
hair about her face and brought a
sparkle to her brown eyes.
"And over the sea lies Spain," sang
the girl happily.
you'd like to visit the old world,
wouldn't you, Marion? You must so
some day." said kesler, wondering
how he would feel If he should know
that Harvey and Marion were 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.
ment into the indefinite future.
The man hesltated moment, then
said with note of entreaty In his
voice: "May | row you over to Tur.
bets creek before we go back2 It's
such quaint, Dutchy little place, with
It's old wharfs and fishermen's houses
that want to see II again. You know
my vacation ends tomorrow"
Marion's face suddenly flushed till i
was the deep pink of the wild roses
that grew along the shore.
! "rd love to go with YOU" she an
, swered, "only-well you see. after al
aunt told Mr.. Harvey he might taxi
MS out In his launch at ), and she'll b
much displeased II am not at home.
"0h, see" said Merton Kesle
rather blankly. I'D better hurry
E then"
Ills uoutn HuhhNAtN hNNAuAc
straight line. lie began to pull witt
: long even strokes Harvey can Civ
a her everything In the world" h
thought with remOrse and some BIT
J, terness, "and he is very decent fe
low hesides-aslde from being a snot
II ever girl was born for riches sh
was What right have l to ask her t
y share my mean little salary? IT'S
a good thing my vacation Is nearly over
j. I might say something foolish an
e make her unhappy, But, OH, may sh
" not smile at me again before we reac
!, the farther side of the little bay"
4, ''The tide Is running out fast" sal
Marion. looking down through the clea
water 10 the yellow sands.
EVEN strike the channel soon," n
turned Kesler. pulling himself Il
gether with an effort. Il can neyC
Y tell exactly where 1t Is when the win
IA roughs the whole bay. Great day Il
r. sailing. Wish we had yacht. Nj
W rion."
10 'oh, like this little boat fully q
WELL" declared the girl contendedi.
then suddenly cried. "Its growing sha
, low. sailor hoy: look out"
.. Kesler's oars stopped In the nj
That was the name she had called hi
when. as children, they had bull
:" many dream ships together,
The oars made savage swoop I'M
the water. the boat shot half It's lengl
a. ahead. then stopped with Jerk, I
~ nose buried In the sand,
no Great Scott we've struck on Il
IA natsl Jerk UP the rudder. Mario
while | push her Off Then. after 4
unavalllng effort: "It's n mercy tn
4. oar Is stout. No don't push. chill
sit still"
"Rnt the tide Is Just racing out
III objected Marion, while all Of Il
mans efforts simply caused the o
stinate little craft to grind deeper In