New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1910-11-23
BAIT eyed him shrewdly.

.ueceSSdry TO get MARSH LII 10 IL alone.
With him out of the way I think you
IAN make a go Of it. He's like rat
tler-somebody's got to stomp on him.
Now Pm off for the trap. Let me
Know what the old man says"
Boyd returned to the cannery with
the old mood Of self disgust and bitter
ness heavy upon him. He realized that
Georges offer to commit murder had
not shocked him as much as upon its
first mention. He knew that he had
thought Of shedding human blood with
as little cOmpunction as if the intend
ed victim had been some noxious ami
NAL. He felt, indeed, that if his love
for Mildred made him criminal she,
too, would be soiled by his dishonor,
and for her sake he shrank from the
idea of violence, yet he lacked the
energy at that time to put it from him.
Well, he would go to her father, hum
BILE himself and beg for protection. If
he failed then Marsh must look out for
himself. He could not find it in his
heart to spare his enemy.
tremendously excited at the arrival of
the yacht and eager tovisit his friends.
He sent him to the launch and after
a hasty breakfast joined him.
On their way out Boyd felt return
of that misgiving which had mastered
him on his first meeting with Mildred
in Chicago. For the second time he
was bringing her failure instead of the
promised victory.
Willis Marsh was ahead of him,
standing with Mr.. Wayland at the rail-
Some one else was with them. Boyd's
heart leaped wildly as he recognized
her. He would have known that slim
figure anywhere. And Mildred saw
him, too, pointing him out to her COM
panions.
With knees shaking under him he
came stumbling up the landing ladder,
tall, gaunt figure of a man in rough
clothing and boots stained with the
sea salt. He looked older by five years
than when the girl had last seen him.
His cheeks were followed and his lips
cracked by the wind, but his eyes were
afame with the old light His smile
was for her alone.
He never remembered the spoken
greetings nor the looks the others gave
him, for her soft, cool hands lay in his
hard, feverish palms, and she was smil-
ing up at him.
Alton Clyde was at his heels, and he
felt Mildred disengage her hand. He
tore his eyes away from her face long
enough to nod at Marsh, who gave
him menacing look, then turned to
Wayne Wayland. The old man was
saying something, and Boyd answered
him unintelligibly. after which he took
Mildred's hands once more with such
an air Of unconscious proprietorsh1p
that Willis Marsh grew pale to the lips
and turned his back Other people
whom Boyd had not noticed until now
came down the deck-men and women
with feldglasses and cameras swung
over their shoulders. He found that
he was being introduced to them by
Mildred, whose voice betrayed nc
tremor and whose manners were as
collected as if this were her own draw
ing room and the man at her side q
casual acquaintance. The strangers
mingled with the little group, leveled
their glasses and made senseless re-
world over. Boyd gathered somehow
that they were officers of the trust OF
heavy stockholders and their wives
He led Mildred to a deck chair and
seated himself beside her.
Eat last!' he breathed "You are
all?"
Eyes, Boyd"
"And are you glad?"
Indeed 1 am. The trip has been
wonderful"
"It doesn't seem possible. I can't be
lieve that this is really you-that ]
am not dreaming, as usual"
"And you? How have you been?"
"I've been WE'LL guess have.
haven't had time to think Of myself
Oh, my lady," His voice broke with
tenderness, and he laid his hand gently
upOu ucIS.
She withdrew it quickly.
mot here Remember where we
are. You are not looking we'll, Boyd
I don't know that l ever saw you look
so bad. Perhaps it is your Clothes
81 am tired he confessed, feeling
anew the WEAKNESS of the past TWEEN.
ty-four hours. He covertly stroked a
fold of her dress, murmuring: "YoU
are here, after all. And you love me,
Mildred? You haven't changed, have
you?''
"Not at all. Have your
His deep breath and the light that
Named into his face was her answer
81 want to be alone with ysu,'' he
cried huskily. My arms ache for you.
Come away from here; this is torture.
I'm like a man dying of thirst
No woman could have beheid his
burning eagerness without an answer