Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1907-10-04

safety, like dreamers awaking from !
impending death. Then Jeanette ceas- !
ed bailing and leaned back exhausted |
in the stern chair. Bob, barely dip
ping the oars, also took Il much needed !
rest
On the balcony of the boathouse a |
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
offshoFe the water became smoother.
1t was Big Tim who 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
no restraint was required.
bob was beastly," she answered,
with renewed anger.
How soP" pursued the guide gently.
!, md
| ugly when at first I was frightened.
} Surely II we were to die we might
have died friends. l shall never speak
to him again"
| Jeanette briskly climbed the cottage
steps as she delivered this ultimatum
and fell almost fainting into her IA
! theirs 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 on, Miss JeannetteM W.
"Yes?" she asked. W.
Bob wasn't reaias aaean,s he ar
serted, his bronzed face Rushing with
this unwonted forwaTapess:
what do you mean. Tint 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 a
storm" he said, with slow emphasis,
"a guide calculates to do somethin' to
! scare him worse, to take his mind of
! the water. Bob stung yeh instead.
i It's all the same Four years ago this
summer l hit a millionaire with the
butt end of a gaff to keep him from
jumpin' out of the boat. told him I'd
, use the other end If he stirred enough
\ to shoe f1y-and l brought him in,
he concluded, with another slap of his
fingers and jerk of his head. TITS
the law of the woods" he added.
When Jeanette understood she few
down the few stairs, leaned far ovel
the newell post and rested her LITTLE
hand on Tins flannel covered shout
ders.
"Are you quite sure, Tim, that Bol
was following that lawP she asked
looking searchingly into his eyes, We
confident of the answer.
"Sartin sure" vouched Tim solemn
ly. "'Twas a fearful blow and Bo
was only fghtin' for your life, my littl
gal"
With eyes dancing with gladness
Jeanette leaned over farther unit
her wind blown hair brushed tn
guides clean brown cheek. There wa
whispered message and somethin
which sounded like kiss. Then Jean
nette turned to her father, who smile
tenderly and with responsive joy.
"You won't forget, Tim, dear" sh
admonished, half playfully, half i
earnest.
The guide looked up, the red bloc
showing through all his tan.
by the John Rogers" he thundere
as he FASTENED out, 81 guess not"