The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1909-04-10
by MEREDITH NICHOLSON
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liable, he would 'uindoub,

edly swamp us.
lima half rose, glanced toward the
yacht, which was heading for the
strait. and then at me, but l shook my
head.
Mind the engine. lima" l said
with as much GOODNESS as I could mus.
ter.
The margi9 between us and the
skin rapidly diminished, and the Ital-
/. ian turned to take his bearings with
every lift of his oars. He had thrown
on his cap, and as he looked over his
shoulder l saw his evil face sharply
outlined. I counted slowly to myself
the number Of strokes that would be
necessary to bring him in collision If
he persisted, charging against his
progress our own swift, arrow-like
flight over the water. The shore was
close, and l had counted on full
depth Of water, but lima now called
out warningly in his shrill pipe and
our bottom scraped as I veered off
This vancouver cost me the equivalent
OF ten Of the Italians deep strokes,
and the shallow water added a new
element Of danger.
Stand by the oar, Lima" called in
low tone; and saw in flash Miss
Pats face, quite calm, but with her
lips set tight.
Ten yards remained, Judged, be.
tween the skiff and the strait, and
there was nothing for us now but to
let speed and space work out their
problem.
lima stood up and seized the oar.
threw the wheel hard aport in last
hope of lodging, and the launch listed
badly as it swung round. Then the
bow of the skiff rose high, and Helen
shrank away with little cry; there
was scratching and grinding for an
instant, as lima, bending forward,
dug the oar into the skiff's bow and
checked it with the full weight of his
body. As We Tended off the oar
snapped and splintered and he tum.
bled into the water with great
splash, while we swerved and rocked
for a moment and then sped on
through the little strait.
Looking back, I saw lima swim.
ming for the shore. He rose in the
water and called "All right!'' and 1
knew he would talse excellent care of
himself. The Italian had shipped HIS
oars and lay where we had left him,
and heard him, above the beat of our
engine, laugh derisively as we glided
out OF sight
Miss Holbrook. will you please
steer for me?"-and in effecting the
necessary changes Of position that I
might get to the engine we were all
able to regain our composure. saw
Miss Pat touch her forehead with her
handkerchief; but she said nothing.
Even after St. Agatha's pier hove in
sight silence held us all. The wind,
continuing to freshen, was whipping
the lake with sharp lash. and I
made much of my trifing business
with the engine, and of the necessity
for occasional directions to the girl at
the wheel.
My contrition at the danger to
which l had stupidity brought them
was strong in me: but there were
other things to think Of. Miss Pat
could not be deceived as to the animus
OF our encounter, for the Italians
conduce could hardly be accounted for
on the score of stupidity: and the
natural peace and quiet OF this region
only emphasized the gravity of her
her plight. My first thought was that
l must at once arrange for her re-
moval to some other place. With
Henry Holbrook established within a
few miles of st. Agatha's the school
was certainly no longer tenable har.
borage.
As I tended the engine saw. even
when tried to avoid her. the figure of
Helen Holbrook In the stern, quite in
tent upon steering and calling now
and then to ask the course when in
my preoccupation forgot to give it.
The storm was driving q dark hood
across the lake. and the thunder
doomed more loudly. Storms in this
neighborhood break quickly and ran
full speed for St. Agatha's to avoid
the rain that already blurred the west.
We landed with some difficulty, ow-
ing to the roughened water and the
hard drive Of the wind; but In a few
minutes we had reached St. Agatha's
where Sister Margaret flung open the
door Just as the storm let go with .
roar.
When we reached the sitting room
We talked with unmistakable restraint
Of the storm and of our race with 1t
across the lake-while Sister Margaret
stood by murmuring her interest and
sympathy. She withdrew immediate
~ and We three sat in silence. no one
wishing to speak the first word. saw
with deep pity that Miss Pats eyes
were bright with tears, and my heart
burned hot with self-accusation. Sister
Margaret's quick step died away in
the hall, and still we waited while the
rain drove against the house in sheets
and the branches Of a tossing maple
scratched spitefully on one Of the
panes.
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