Smyrna times., 1908-09-09
HIGH TINE.
By CONSTANCE
DARCY MACKAY.
Copyrighted, 1908, by Associated
Literary Press.

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Literary Press.
ENOI~O~NO1~~1O
Then 1 suppose it's no use to ar
gueY'
Not the slightest. When a Millard
makes up her mind it stays made up.
and l made up my mind yesterday,
BObbie."
You mean your Aunt Isobel made it
up for y0u," Robert Ashton answered,
looking at Katherine NIillard as she
perched beside him in the bow of the
boat. The wind blew her hair into dis
tracing ripples. She put back a strand
of it as she faced him, replying:
"She did have a good deal to do with
it, I'll admit But, after all, she has
lived much longer in this world than
have and has gained more wisdom"
Yes, worldly wisdom"
Isn't that often another name for
common sense? Besides, there are mo-
ments when feel that she knows NE
better than know myself l do love
the ct ceteras of life so, Bobby! Love in
Harlem fat would never do for me.
l want all the pate de fois gras of eX-
istence and none of the rye bread.
And you know from the first I've nev-
er given you the least cause for hope
I've always been perfectly frank with
you, haven't II"
Always"
"Then l can't see why you should
protest so much"
"Well, for one. reason | hate to see
you fiinging yourself away on old Sen
atOr RathbOne."
THANK your
"And, for another what man gives
up the girl he loves without a struggle
1t isn't human nature to fOregO thing
simply because it's beyond your reach.
And then there's a third reason. We
could be so gloriously happyw
The girl averted her eyes.
Couldn't we?'' he persisted.
Il don't know she faltered.
"Ah. but you do know! You know
we're one in everything That's why
dare to persist so much We like the
same things. We like the same people
We have the same sense of humor-eX
cept in the case of Senator Rathbone"
"Bobbie, if you make fun of my
friend l won't take you sailing again.
| But. Katherine
"NOw, BObbiew For a second time
she faced him squarely. 1--WE told yOl
my minds made up. and I mean wha
l say. You've been good friend t,
me. ard I've enjoyed the times we've
had together. But if we're to be goo,
friends still this kind of thing can
keep going on. Don't you see how
hard you are making it for me? Eithe
you must promise me not to mention
it again or I'll have to give up seein,
you entirely"
"All right" he replied, with tha
characteristic bOyishness that womel
always found so adorable in him. 'I'l
be good"
He nodded at her smilingly, and sh
told herself that, after ALL he was onl
a boy with a boys ardor-twenty-fiv
and not yet grown up! But that wa
because she was looking at his smil
and not at what lay in his eyes.
She let out the main sheet of tn
White Lady until the spray dashc
across the bow of the trim little Graf
1t was a gray day, with hint of raj
in the air and the sea gulls hOverin
inland-such a day as sends the usu;
; summer resorter to a cozy chair b
Pickering logs with a novel close q
hand and the fisher folk out to Ope
sea with the promise of a heavy catcl
Between gray green water and slat
gray sky the White Lady seemed til
only thing afoat as she skinned an
tackled and lifted on the crest of IL
waves. They were racing to wine
ward now. and the homes of the shol
dwellers faded in the distance. HeI
end there stood the solitary houses
fishermen; then these, too. becan
fewer
The shore rose to bare, rocky hea
lands capped with stunted pines
gaunt. jagged rocks with the wat
creaming at their base. Islands roe
mere specks in the distance, only Iii
cernible because of the surf that pla
ed about them or the dwelling or tv
that reclaimed them from utter lone
ness. The White Lady thrObbed al
few, so tense, so alive, so seeming
. a part of the elements, that it W
hard to believe her a thing of wot
u and canvas.
"LoOk outr' sang Ashton as the bo
came suddenly about. 'That was
Drptty close Shnvo"
G Who sails with me holds life
fee" laughed Katherine. intOxicat
with wave and wind and foam.
'There is such a thing as comm
sense" quoted Ashton.
But the wine of the sea was in KG.
crimes blood. She rounded anoth
flat rock triumphantly.
Careful cautioned Ashton.
"Afraid?' she taunted, with uplift
chin. and then laughed as scar
surged across his keen young face
Sail where you like! I don't care