Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-08-16

Morson- Brown had dved James Ormond's pre-
vious statement that the fellow could swim like
statement that the fellow went down into rag
ing sea and came up again with lady in his arms
The fellow claims however, that his coming up
due far more to chance than to his own ability:
for undercurrent caught him, dragging him
whittier it pleased whrling him away from the
spot where Vada and he went down; then mercifully
banged them against the bOwSprit He claims to
have chung there to the chains and yelled for aid.
but does not claim that this feat accomplished
by suPerhuman grit alone.-t being understood
than the yelling, though both were born of
ethical intent.
When the biggest land most accommodating
wave IN the Atlantic Ocean came along it not only
tore the Sptfre from its grip the reef. but also
loosed the grip of Morson- Brown breaking his hold
on the bow chains-but not on Valda Indeed. it
gave him another to clasp her waist, and to-
gether they were lifted up and up, to be released at
last and landed with thump in angle of the
forward deck, the beneath the pile, his head
humming and his teeth we'll nigh Jared out of him
What luck!' he gasped, he braced himself
against the suck of the receding water; then. with
his exhausted breath. Again he heard the of
waves that pounded on the rocks; again the Spit
fire struck. heeled over till her decks washed
with racing scud ripped loose, and once more stag
gered away toward the shore.
THIS latter incident most certainly piece of
luck. for the yacht had grazed an ugly point of
rock and swung into little bay. She still
forced shoreward by the wind: but the waves were
less enthusiastic. and in this condition the painting
Southerner overjoyed to fighting chance.
His first for the unconscious woman in his
arms; for he must be both lover and physician.
though truth tell his initial of aid trihe
unprofessonal He up. with his back against the
forward cabin looked down into the still white face
that nestled against his breast and then-he kissed
her.
This wrong of him, doubt: but again.
doubt, he had his reasons. Her lips were cold and
wet and salty and unresponSve, it clearly may be
that he got actual pleasure from the chaste
salute; and he afterward explained his unselfish
purpose, though hardly to the womans satisfaction
At any rate it failed to her: the young man.
being of practical turn of mind. began to cast
about him for a further means of resuScltatlon.
Happily (for the sake of sentiment and conventional
ity), there were convenient barrels lying round
the deck; but the capstan was there. good stout
post with round brass top. and the physician pro
tenn made virtue of necessity. He sighed, but
hosted up the lady of his heart, laid her face down.
ward the capstan post, waived Sentlment-and
rolled her
To Valdas half defunct subconsciousness. she
seemed to be rather badly treated at the hands of
persons unknown and sadly lacking in the crudest
principles of humanity: but the hateful wheels had
stopped their humming, and the prisoner was free.
She had saved him at a sacrifice, even if he was
most unmitigated liar, and nothing mattered now
since he would live For the rest, it better not
think about it-easier to let it pass away as her
other dreams had passed,--so Valda wisely closed
her mind to the little things of life-and went to
sleep.
To be continued Sunday