Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-10-29
DR.. Pierce's Golden Medical Discovery

parents. 1nOSe parents most
tically had arranged unpleasing match
es for those two. and they jumped into
a canoe one morning and padded
down here md got me to marry them"
"Wouldn't have thought it was in
him. said the banker. Hello! Who's
this?"
Down the stream came a driy-
en- by the powerful strokes of the man
at the paddle. In the bow was an at
tractiye-a decidedly attractive-girl,
who also essayed to paddle. but whose
strokes really counted for little except
as "moral support" as the bishop sug-
gested chucklingly.
As soon rs the man in the approach
ing canoe saw the little group on the
bank he stopped raddling. looked
sharply Mt the bishop m swung the
craft to the bank.
"Are you Bishop Hale?. he asked ex-
citsdly.
81 am" the prelate admitted.
The young man turned quickly to
the girl, who was flushing SO beauti-
fully that the judge and the banker
forgot hustle" and dollars"
"What luck!" said the young man.
"We were on our way to your campt
Sir, will you marry u.s."
"Well, well,'' said the bishop. Who
are you, and what are you, and where
did you come from, my eager young
candidate?"
The young man smiled. Were from
the amp at the forks, just above here.
This is an elopement, sir. We are run
ming away from cruel parents-at any
rate, they're bothering each of us to
marry some Ii else, you know"
irregular, most Irregular" said the
bishop. 81 have never married an elop-
ing couple in my life except How
ever he went on quickly, as he noted
the blank expression of dismay on the
two faces, that doesn't argue that [
may not act. Explain, if you please,
very briefly, the circgmstansss
have EduceW you Tc@eFNsosShke
step"
"a man with money and lots of pow
er in his fathers business" replied the
young man. (which explains the young
lady's position. As for mine, a very
wealthy young woman whom my obsti-
nate father prefers merely because he
has so determined"
81 see" said the bishop. "You didn't
tell me your name"
Robert Harding" said the man in
the canoe.
The judge and the banker both ut
tered a shout. "Did you speak?' asked
the bishop sweetly, turning to them.
Then he turned to the girl. "Do you
fully realize the import of this step?"
asked he.
Indeed I do" said she. "If you'll
please She glanced apprehensively
over her shoulder in the direction from
which they had just come.
The bishops face was determined.
"Land!' he commanded. AS the ca
noe shot to the bank it was the bishop
himself who helped the girl out.
"Stand here-so-beneath this fir" he
instructed. Ned, WILL" he went on,
turning to the judge and the banker,
you two take your places here on the
right. | haven't a prayer book with
me, but l think / can go through the
service with no omissions. You have
no ring? Ned, let me have that ring
of yours. If it's too large" he told the
girl, smiling, you can wrap it with a
bit of string
Through the still forest sounded the
deep tones of the bishops splendid
voice. And all through that service
there was a look of triumph on the
bishops face, and that look was direct
ed at the wondering judge and the
equally astonished banker.
The bishop, the judge and the bank
er, in the order named, had each kissed
the bride. The canoe, with the young
man bending to the paddle and the
girl in the bow, had departed down.
stream, bombarded by pine needles,
which the judge and the banker threw
prodigally in lieu of rice.
1t was only when Pierre, the head
guide, touched the judge on the Shout
der and declared they must certainly
be starting if they wished to get down.
stream that night that the three men
filed silently toward their forgotten
canoes
"Well," laughed the bishop, "for a
sanity, clustered, out of touch with the
world dreamer 1 seem to have made a
pretty fair guess about this romance
business. Who's behind the process
sion, VIII? Just tell me that, If you
please"
The banker grunted.
"Buck up, Baptiste," urged the judge
to the guide in his canoe 81 suppose
I must admit that romance got some
what of a lease Of life just now, but I
don't care to encounter the irate par
ents that win be on its trail"
mot a bad idea to keep in the dark
for a bit" the bishop chuckled and
added to the guide, "a little more
steam. Jean"