Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1909-07-29
A FEUD and
ITS FINISH.
By CLhRlsSA MACKIE.
By CLARlssA MACKE.
Copyrighted. 1893. by Associated
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Ing. and time had passed unnoticed
until the curling swish of water told
her that the sand spit had become
temporary island.
Ii was midday new. aud she could
not hope 20 reach the mainland before
o'clock-unlcss she waded- Amelia
looked down at her pretty tan shoes
and then turned and peered over tBs
sand dunes toward the town.
A narrow channel of choppy water
cut off escape for the present Out In
the bay Il few sails flashed in the sun
| llght but none was within hailing dis
| lance.
Amelia picked up her pencil and re-
| turned 10 her sketch book. AUNT Tom
win be worried" she thought If /
don't return to luncheon, and yet
| she will have the satisfaction OF know
ing that her predictions have been full
| fllled-at last the tide has caught me
on the sand spit,'
A shadow fell across the open book.
! Amelia lifted startled face to meet
| the astonished glance of tall young
| man.
Il beg your pardon" he STAN
! uered. lifting his white canvas hat.
81 thought had the island TO myself"
"I wish you had" said Amelia plain
lively: "the turn OF the tide is re-
sponsible for my presence here"
mine too. became interested in
! this COMPOUNDED book. and | was doz.
inc comfortably when the water crept
around my ankles and woke me up."
He thumpcd viciously upon the offend
ing volume and cast it from him. IT
! supposc there IS no escape until 3 or
O'Clock.
"Nonc." sighed Amelia, land nothing
to cat
"Wait: wen see about that" The
stranger disappeared behind the dune,
aud NTclia saw him making haste to-
ward the narrow inlet
"IIow shocked Aunt Tom would be
if she could see me talking to Il per-
| feet stranger, butt am quite sure he
is gentleman. and he must be staying
at one Of the plantations near BY. His
face IS familiar, and vet
He came around the dune and SAT
down on the sand beside her 81 hope
you will share my luncheon" he said
courtcously. - thoughtful aunt pre-
pared It for me against possible star
walton between an s o'clock breakfast
and n 1880 luncheon" He opened the
good sized basket which he had
brought ana removed a snowy fringed
napkin
You're uwfuly kind" nurmured
Amelia hungrily. 81 hope I'm not rob-
bing YOU"
not IN the least We are casta.
ways ana must make the best of the
food we have saved" he said gayly.
There should he cask of water
and some timed things"
Here are a flask of lemonade and
cup chicken salad sandwiches. pound
cake ana grapes-a very ladylike re-
past"
The young man spread napkin in
Amclia's lap and helped her generous
ly. You were sketching:" he ven
turcd. glancing down at her drawing
materials.
|
slipping hill beyond, with its masses Of
cedar and pine. Would you like to see
IT. asked Amelia frankly
Yes" he replied, taking The book
and opening at the page she indicated.
In one corner she had Inscribed her
signature in bold black characters.
Amelia Neruet" lie glanced at the
name, and his eyes shot q peculiar
| look at the girl
Amelia was looking at his strong
brown fingers claSping the sketch book.
Very capable, fine musclcd d,gits they
| were too.
Your sketch is good he said sin
eerely, putting the book aside.
| When the last crumb Of poundcake
had disappeared .hmclia sighed con-
tentedly THAT was the most deli
cious meal | ever ate" she said crate
fully.
AUNT Tom is famous cook, he re-
piled car,lcs>Iy as he returned the nap
kins to the basket.
Aunt Tom" repeated Amelia. She
seemed 70 stidcu under his look Of
mild surprise.
Why not! A man may have an
Aunt IhomaSiua may he uotT Ame-
la flushed at the miscellaneous look in
his gray eyes,
"Of course" she said. with reserve.
only, YOU see. have an Aunt Thorn
asiua too"
Not nn Aunt Tom Forrest, I'll he
bound said her companion.