The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1910-02-21

fcourts, ito be so Deep"
II mean the savages," he ex-
planned.
ITO, be sure" she calculated.
What dreadfully deep creatures
they are! One learns that from
Cooper.
But back where we started"
he went on, hoping for painless
adjustment of her ideas to his
back where we started, they were
CLANS"
"The-the people?" she in
quired hesitantly, "or--or what?"
II was referring TO the she'll
fish," said he with a little stiff
ness, arising from doubts as to
whether she might not be making
game of him. But in this little
sea, it is hard to talk connectedly
and manage the launch"
THAT isn't it at ALL" she re-
piled. "Your class wasn't pay
ing the slightest attention. Par
don me-"
He threw over the tiller to
round into a little reedy cove; but
instead of running ashore he en-
tered a narrow creek which he
followed through such amazing
tortuosities that the sun, low In
the west, was now on the right,
now on the left, sometimes astern.
and again dead ahead. An indo-
lent current flowed with their
course, it's water ruddy and clear
like wine, and beautifully placid
save where touched by the dying
wind. Tasseled reed cut off the
horizon, and at no time was any
thing to be seen but the reeds,
the water, the aquatic birds that
flew off like figures from Jap
anese screen, the islent little
launch, and the young and inter-
esting outlaw with whom she
seemed to have entered into q
new world consisting of laby-
rinth as complex as that of Crete
from which, so far as she could
see, there was no escape.
The reeds beside the lazy
stream shivered with the motion
of scampering fish; and when the
boat entered the still ponds
strung on the tiny waterway, like
beads on a cord, the CLASSY sur
face would suddenly bulge up int
swift, shining swells, as the finny
giants took flight. How beautiful
it was, she thought, the perfection
fof marshy loneliness! Il
4 Lily pads now rose and fell IL
1.-THE wakes of fish and boat
great green disks with no motel
lin their sides for the stem, bu
only a slit, as If nature had used 4
pair of scissors and made but ont
: snip at it. Negotiating passage
so narrow that the strakes of thu
launch softly scraped both root!
shores, they emerged into a lake
, let not much larger than a good
sized theater, which was quit
} green with the floating leaves
like a rich, flat meadow. AnC
: over there were one, two, three, 1
dozen blooms-waxy, creamy
: pure, and sedately beautiful.
: "Oh!" cried Virginia. "Hov
exquisite!"
!; Carson cruised about and pirat
ically robbed the pond of every
: blossom.
They are smaller than the
northern lilies" said he, "and
they have little fragrance; but
love them all the better"
"They are daintier," she said
land not so pronounced"
Like the southern girls" said
he.
"I'm a southern GIRL" said she
eff / am a northern tourist"
81 knew that" he replied. 81
had that in mind"
This talk was verging upon the
personal, and therefore to be dis.
couraged. How keenly observing
he must be to detect in her cosmo.
politan English the old Alabama
accent! She supposed herself tc
be quite rid of it. His own occa.
sional and inconsistent lapses into
ultra-softness of information seem
ed quite like dialect to her. He
Iwaxed more and more interesting
Surely, surely, he was not so very
much worse, at heart, with his
love of flowers and his chival.
lrous delicacy, than some people in
lin other walks of life. She wai
quite recovered from her alarm
quite in control of the situation
now, smuggling bewitchingly dowr
and looking at her lilies, as the,
lemerged from the Narrows ant
shot out into the Lagoon, the
blue waves of which had subside:
into round-rolling short swells.
"Good-by," cried Virginia, look.
J ing back into the ,enchantes
marsh. "Good-by! This is the
fworld againi".
4 Carson was looking the other
Iway with persistence now. There
Twas something mysterious in the
charm of this girls manner. HeI
Igood-by to the Narrows seemed 9
lsuble rapprochement to him. They
were in the world, and therefore
l-figuratively-she let him come
closer.
i The lights of the hotels and
VILLAS along the north shore swept
by them in panorama of fairy
lilluminations. A great tow-boai
SLOWLY pushed its two acres OF
'ibarges toward Mobile from the
lPerdido Bay inner passage. The
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