The Idaho recorder. [volume] (Salmon City, Idaho) 1886-1927, 1907-09-26


reflection in the water below presents
picture OF such exquisite beauty and
repose that few brushes could do II
Justice on canvas, At Prospect, fac.
ing the bay. stands Queen Anne cot
tage with many hanging balconies,
and standing on the most eerie one
are Two young women, OF the nine
teenth century ultra,fashionahle tyne;
the smart cut Of their cloth frocks.
suggests Redfern, and their fine
bearing and conscious worth the
thoroughbred II In about ten o'clock,
ITS all very lovely and peaceful
and serene, Lily" says the Younger
OF the Two girls. with little weary
sigh. 'Rut ! like II better In Aug
ust. when the bay is thick with yachis
and rowhoats. In fact, TO be sincere
with you, II has about as festive an
appearance now as the Desert of Sa.
haTa, and | think we we're downright
DAFT to leave town so early this sea.
SON
am really sorry for you. Bertha
replies the other, with an amused
look In her fine eyes. Let us give
the Pixie her frat sail this season,
she will help to iisen up the bay for
sou,''
The grieyed look In Dertha's eyes
gives way 10 radiant delight nj her
sisters proposition. aud In gay spir-
Its they leave the balcony and are
soon on the pier In their white fian-
mel yachting suits and tarpanlin hats
OF the jaunty sailor cut
Lilly is the akipper, and Bertha the
deck handas her sister calls her
her duty aboard ship being to tend
the center-board. hold the sheet rope
when occasion demands, shift the bal.
last. and make herself generally use
full
There Ia scarcely a ripple on the
bay, and the half dozen filmy clouds
have now lost themselves ia the blue
ether
The breeze is steady and gentle.
the girls keep up rafting chatter at
first. but the utter peace and quiet
seems TO have subdned effect. and
soon the only sound heard 10 that Of
the water as the Pixies" sharp bow
softly cuts through II.
They sail on. bur II is not long be-
fore the sail trembles and the eddy
that closes behind the boat 10 hardly
pereeptible Bertha says Lily. at
last. we are going to be becaimed:
there is scarcely breath OF air"
Don't mention anything so mon.
strous,' cried Bertha. dropping the
book she had been reading and now
fully alive TO the situation. we shall
simply broil standing stiil ia this hot
sun Why there's Robins island,
cannot we make II before the wind
goes altogether"
Not unless We row; and even then
! am sure You will not care to land
there"
I'VE may as weli row 10 the island
after all says Lily. presently. look
ing wistfuily at the trees There are
probably no men there as early ms
this, and we can rest In the shade
until the wind comes up
So they took the brass.ti tipped oars
and rowed toward the shore Il looks
very cool and inviting
Robins island is owned by club
Of New York men, and Is a hunting
ground. there being on IL fine pre-
serves OF quail, etc.
This IL almost an adventure.
pants Bertha, as she removes her hat
and brushes her damp bang on her
forehead.
"Hush'" suddenly cries Bertha,
holding up warning finger 10 her
sister. who sits some distance from
her. with her head leaning against the
trunk OF tree She listens infantiy.
turning her head pertly on one side
like bird. and then says. In a stage
whisper. Would not IL be too un
uttefabiy terrible, n there should be
any men here. Liiyg am sure /
heard something like footsteps way
back in the woods"
Your Imagination is too active for
comfort, Bertha: II YOU did hear any.
thing. IL was probably rabbit these
tall bushes are an effective screen for
US. even II any genus homo should
be abroad, which is unlikely Now
ptFase g. MOI Hpsak 10 nae Tor ten
minutes ! am too tired 10 even
think. she closes her eyes and Der.
tina creeps over 10 her aud rests her
head In her lap.
There IL q crashing In the bushes
not far from the girls. who have been
rudely startled from their short nap,
and they took with hlanehed faces In !
The direction Of the sound Then q I
deep voice suddenly calls oui
Hello Bingham; oh. say. come /
heret7
There is another crash In the
bushes. then another voice sEeiaiBs
IN tones Of astoul4hmeni
"By Joye' it's the Pixie IT mas,
have dfifted down II belongs 10 the
BerRley girls. you know. they have .
d place al Shelter island tip-top, (
xwagRer people. bot how IN the name .
Of all thats--shy. ita anchored he T,
concludes. with long whistle ard
starts down the bank on a ruin 10 f
The boat.
At the sound Of the fret yolce the
girls had -enleG raralFzed. aud could