Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1907-08-28

gether with an effort -: s@s E.---
tell exactly where II Is when the wind
roughs the whole bay. Great day for
sailing. Wish we had a yacht. Ma
rion."
"Oh, / like this little boat fully as
WELL" declared the girl contendediy.
then suddenly cried ITS growing shall
low, sailor boy; look outv
Keslers oars stopped in the air.
(, That was the name she had called him
when, as children. they had built
many dream ships together
The oars made savage swoop into
I, the water. the boat shot half its length
ahead, then stopped with a jerk, its
nose buried In the sand.
Great Scott. we've struck on the
mats! Jerk up the rudder, Marion,
while push her Off Then. after an
unavailing effort: Its a mercy this
oar Is stout. No, don't push, chlli
sit still"
But tho - Is just racing outs
objected Marion. while all OF Pzz
mans efforts simply caused the OBJ
stinate little craft TO grind deeper into
the sand.
Wrath and modification struggled
on kesler's face. ITS bad enough to
have to take the princess out In a
mean little rowboat," he broke out
but TO shore her on sand bank and
not be able to pull her off is absolute
disgrace"
From far up the bay came the sound
OF distant putting and Keser glancing
up. had the pleasure OF seeing a new.
shining lauLch coming rapidly down
the channel toward the stranded boat.
Still Juggling and pulling Intellectually.
be turned angrily to the astonished
girl
Your aunt Will be pleased 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 it like a cat. Har-
vey's not good enough for you; no.
body is. I'm not He wants you. or
course l 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 to signal when
ne gets nearer and get you over to
he channel If i have to carry you.
hope this will teach you a lessonv
Back OF the anger in the mans face
he girl read something else and sprang
o her feet srying. "Wait, Mertons
lon't sigusT With a swirl and q
plash shs rs22sd knee deep In to
water one Gand gathering Up he
kirts, the other grasping the boat line,
While the boat, lightened of her weight
oated bit. 81 don't belong I'm the
aunch. I'd rather be here with YOU"
he said defantly
Marion, what do you mean. dear?"
sked Kesler, staring at the little fig
re by his side as If he was Just wax
ne out of sleep.
The girl suddenly began to cry. II
bought I'd better he helping YOU
elping you pull this boat" she sobbed.
than riding round in an old launch
18th mani don't like But IL you
ont want mel can take him, | sun
ose." Her voice died away as she
ruggled vainly to keep her wind
Iown hair out Of her face, her skirts
'om the water and the tears from
inding her eyes.
He shall never have you" declared
esler fercey, dropping the rope ana
itching the girl in his arms "Littfe
do you mean IL? do want
'ur help. little girl. and | will make
III happy. Oh don't hide your face,
ar! Your hair is so lovely-but it's
in the wayr'
The ubiquitous Mr.. Harvey. as his
unch came swiftly down the channel.
ted with establishment two persons
er toward the lighthouse wading
'wly through the shallow water. He
ought at first that he recognized the
rs white sweater and her green
irt. which she held gathered about
r knees. The gulls cifcied over their
ads and the sea wind blew the girls
light hair all about her face. The
IN waded very close TO her side. The
lr seemed in no particular hurry.
hind them bobbed n little white
at