The log cabin Democrat., 1909-10-30
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Lawrence Daniels Choice
Copyright by W. G. Chapu'anN
By Andrew Dexter

lv blame him He has a career be- fore him. If had loved him less, 1 vouId have married him when he asked me two years ago.
 There was one day in the calendar
 when all differences of social standing were forgotten. That was Beetle 1 Rock day. On that day the great l rock which rose from the middle of the bay near Adam Ferry was piled ! high with driftwood, it was the fu- neral pyre of the season which was gone. Lawrence Daniels was master of ceremonies that year, directing the movements of the army of transports which all day long was busy convey ing logs and packing boxes to the rock. In the center of the pile were trunks of giant trees, placed on end and held in place by small logs In the midst of all was a pocket filled with light kindling wood, covered mine from which was to ascend a tongue of flame.
 The night was falling when from the point fotilla of boats swept toward the rock. A single boat shot out from the group and grated upon the edge of Beetle Rock. A gleam of light shone from beneath the shelter of a cap, then the flame from a torch fared high in the air. Lawrence Dan- iels, his face Illuminated by the jet of fire above his head, turned to the crescent of boats and bowed. He hurled the torch into the center of the giant finder box and turned to go. His foot caught upon a root anc he lurched forward. In trying to save himself he half turned 'ben fell upon the rock.
 From the top of the pile of timbers there burst a binding flood of light. Beneath it's glare those who sat in the half circle of boats could see that thin stream of blood was trickling from the right temple of the man who lay stretched upon the rock. The pile of timber began to settle. A blistering heat compelled the specta- tors to pull back from the nest of flames. A pine log rolled from the side of the volcano of wood and fell, spouting fire within six inches of DaD- iels head
 Why don't somebody pull out to the rock?" yelled a voice far back in the semi-circle.
 Why don't you do it yourself?" came the response from half dozen throats.
 A light skiff shot out swiftly from the landing near the hotel In it sat with desperate energy. The glow from the flaming pyre revealed the features of Pearl Amboyne. She drew her boat steadily toward the prostrate figure, and as the bow grounded seized the unconscious man with firm hands and dragged him aboard. A wild cheer brust from the spectators as the girl bent to her oars and rowed out of the fire zone to safety.
 T understand" said the night ed itor of the Clarion to his assistant few days later that Daniels sur prsed his friends by marrying Miss Amboyne quite unexpectedly the other night What was it, money match"
 Not at an,' rejoined the other man; they tell me she's just pretty working girl. Everyone thought he was in the market for a rich marriage, but this seems to have been sure enough romanctic affair, Miss Am boyne saved his life during his vaca- ton at Lake Linwood, and he evident ly made up his mind to dedicate the balance of it to her"
 He did right" said the night edit or, emphatically. It's refreshing to meet with a bit of real romance once in awhile in these prosaic days"