The Forrest City times., 1909-10-08

ly blame him. He has earesr bo fore him. If I had loved him Iess would have married him when h. asked me two years ago
 There was one day in the ca.enda, when all differences Of social standing were forgotten. That was RaatIa Rock day On that day the great rock which rose from the middle of the bay near Adams Ferry was piled hlgh with driftwood. 1t was the fu. neral pyre of the season which was gone Lawrence Daniels was master oi 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 or giant trees. placed oS end and held in place by small logs In the midst of all was a pocket filed With light kindling wood, covered Wlth pitch and tar This was the mine from which was to ascend A tongue of flame
 The night was falling when from the point lotilla of boats swent to"afd the rock. A single boat shot out rom the group and grated upon the edge of Beetle Rock. A gleam of HSht shone from beneath the shelter ot cap, then the flame from a torch hared high in the air Lawrence Dan. lelS, his face illuminated by the jet Of fire nhatra l.. 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 ae lufehed forward In trying to save himself he half turned 'hen 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 trlekling from the right temple Of the man who lay stretched upon the rock The pile of timber began to settle. A blstering 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 Dan. iel's head
 Why don't somebody pull out to the rock?s yelled a voice far back in the semi-circle.
 Why don't you do it yourself?@ came the response from half a dozen throats
 light skifr shot out swiftly from the landing near the hotel In it sat a girl, wrapped in cloak and rowing 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 4 wild cheer brust from the spectators as the girl bent to her oars and rowed out of the fire zone to safety
 ''I understand, said the night ed. itor of the Clarion to his assistant a few days later, that Daniels sur. prised his friends by marrying a Miss Amboyne quite unexpectedly the other night. What was it. money match?
 Not at all. rejoined the other man they tell me she's just a pretty working girl. Everyone thought he was in the market for rich marriage, but this seems to have been sure enough romanctic affair Miss Am boyne saved his life during his vaca. tion at Lake Linwood. and he evident y made up his mind to dedicate the balance Of it to her"
 He did right, said the night edit or. emphatieally. It's refreshing to meet with bit of real romance once III awhile in these prosaic days"