Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1909-04-23

about" Mrs. Gerard said to Lord Ire
foil, rather anxiously, as he paused for
moment beside her, and as she spoke
she glanced at Mona. There is no fun
IN running unnecessary risks, is there?"
THE harder it blows the younger you
seem to grow" he said, with a short
laugh. Il could almost fancy we were
back on the Shannon with poor old Ned
at the tiller.'
His eyes devoured her face as she
looked out to windward, grasping rope
to steady herself The wind caught a
stray lock of her hair and swept it into
her eyes. She put up her hand to brush
it away. Something familiar in the ges-
ture sent a sudden fire into his dark
| eyes. But she did not see it. She, too,
| might be thinking of those old days, of
that old love, but it was not as he
! thought of them. To him they were
| boyish romance, recalled now and then
to add zest 60 his enjoyment of the
present perhaps. To her they were a
| sacred memory in which this man be-
side her, Mona's lover, had no place or
part.
While they stood thus side by side,
with the sea spray in their faces, the
stupendous headland of the Ness opened
out before them like some giants castle,
with the sea foaming at its base. Be-
yond was the comparative shelter of the
loch, and though a treacherous gust took
them now and then as they entered it,
and sent the vessel over till her main
sheet tore through the water, all danger
from the gale was past, and everybody
on board breathed more freely, including
the redoubtable Sandy himself
| But suddenly something happened.
They were going up the loch on the port
tack, and in trying to make the most of
it the pilot stood on just moment too
long, for as he was going about, just as
the yacht began to fill, another squall
struck her-there was a grating sound
a thrilling dead-stop-and though the
helm was put hard up in an instant,
hoping the yacht would pay off, she only
| bumped with the next sea still higher
on the bank of shingle, and hung there
by the after part of the keel. with a
heavy list to port.
| There was moment of wild commo-
ton. Mrs. Gerard, hardly conscious of
what she was doing was scrambling
along the deck to Mona when Lord Tre-
foil seized her by the arm
Don't STIR" he said. "There is no i'm
mediate danger; they'll let fly the head
sheets and lower the peak That will
ease her a little. It's low water. and the
next wave will probably lift her off
Stay where you are"
81 must go to Mona" she said, quietly
enough, though all the color had fed
| from her face, and she shook off his hand
as she spoke.
you ean't-she's with Jack and the
others. They can't come to you with the
list on the ship any more than you can
get to them; but they're all right-ex-
| cept for a drenching. Unfortunately the
cutter is on the starboard side, as YOU
see. 1t will be an awful job to lower it
from the davits, but don't believe we'll
have to do it. The rain will come with
the next squall-you can see it coming;
it will soften the wind little. The tide
will be flood in about five minutes. and
she'll right herself"
He spoke hurriedly. perhaps more
hopefully than he felt, but she scarcely
| heard him. She was watching the OBJ
portunity to get to Mona, scrambling
over the wet planks as best she could,
and, loosing her hold of the stay, she
began to thread the apparently hopeless
confusion of ropes and cordage on the
drenched deck. She could see where the
| girls and LeXie Bannatyne were huddled
aft, Charlie Finch safeguarding them,
while Lord Trefoil and Jack Bannatvne
lent hand to lower the topmast. Even
as she crawled along the sloping panks
another squau struck the yacht, laden
with rain this time--a fierce, peting rain
that frightened her and took away her
breath. For a moment she paused,
struggling with the wind, her hair blown
across her face; then the yacht lifted
again, and somehow she lost her balance.
her foot slipped, she caught out wildly
for a rope to stop herself. but failed to
reach it, and the next moment would
not caught her.
"Stella!" he exclaimed passionately, as
he held her with one arm, while with the
other he caught the stay she had missed
to steady himself. "Are you mad?"
! 81 must go to Mona" she said. strug-
Cling to free herself you must not
stop me-"
Don't I tell you Mona is all right. "
he said. "The yacht is lifting. Don't
you feel it? We shall be clear in a min
ute"
why are you not with Mona?" she
said, in tone as fercely vehement as
his own. 1T is Mona who wants you
not I; go to her. If you won't, let me
got"
She spoke wildly, one hand against
his breast pushing him away, the other
brushing the wet hair out of her eyes,
but his clasp only grew more close, and
even through the driving rain and mist
she could see a sudden passion leap into
his eyes.
II will not leave you,' he said, between
his teeth "You are more to me than a
thousand Monas. Stella, don't you know
it?"
Her eyes flashed into his, wildly in
credulous, but she said no word, only
strove again to free herself, and this
time to let her 60, for the Minnehaha
had slipped off the bank, and in an in
credibly short space of time sail had
been hoisted. and, the wind having light
ened with the coming Of the rain, the
Yacht was heading for Loeb Linnhe. APP
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