The Black Hills union and western stock review. [volume] (Rapid City, S.D.) 1904-19??, 1910-02-11
CHAPTER x,-continued.


made bold to ask for her =.
Let me send the maid to tell her
you are here" said Miss Pat, and we
walked to the door and rang.
The maid quickly reported that Miss
Holbrook begged to be excused.
"she is little afraid OF the damp
night air of the garden said Miss
Pat. with SO kind an intention that
smiled to myself. l felt from her man.
ner that she wished to detain me. No
one might know how her heart ached,
but 1t was less the appeal of her gentle
ness that won me now. think, than
the remembrance that flashed upon
me of her passionate outburst after
our meeting with the Italian; and that
seemed very long ago. She had been
magnificent that day, like a queen
driven to desperation, and throwing
down the gauntlet as though she had
countless battalions at her back. In
decision took flight before shame; it
was privilege to know and to serve
her!
Miss Holbrook, won't you come out
to see the water fete? We can look
upon it in security and comfort from
the launch. The line of march is from
Port Annandale past here and toward
the village, then back again. You can
come home whenever you like. l had
hoped Miss Helen might come, too,
but beg that you will take compass
sion upon my loneliness"
had flung off my cap with the ex-
aggerated manner sometimes used
with her; and she dropped me cour-
tesy with the prettiest grace in the
world.
Il shall be with you in a moment,
my lord!" ~
She reappeared quickly and re-
marked, as took her wraps, that
Helen was very sorry not to come.
The gardener was on duty, and l
called lima to help with the launch.
Brightly decorated boats were already
visible in the direction Of Port AMMAN
dale; even the tireless lake "tramps"
whistled with special flourish and
were radiant in vari-colored lanterns.
This is an ampler Venice, but there
should be music to make it complete
observed Miss Pat. as we stole in and
out among the gathering fleet. And
then, as though in answer, launch
passed near, leaving trail of MUIR
anurous chords behind-the mournful
throb of the guitar, the resonant beat
of banjo strings. Nothing can be SO
soothing to the troubled spirit as music
over water, and watched with delight
Miss Pats deep absorption in all the
sights and sounds of the lake.
The assembling canoes flashed out
of the dark like fireflies. Not even the
spirits that tread the air come and go
more magically than the canoe that is
welded by trained hand. The touch
Of the skilled paddler becomes but a
caress of the water. To have stolen
across saranac by moonlight; to have
padded the devious course of the
York or Kennebunk when the sea
steals inland for rest, or to dip up
stars in lovely Annandale-of such ex
periences is knowledge born!
took care that we kept we'll to our
selves. for Miss Pat turned nervously
whenever a boat crept too near. lima
understanding without being told, held
the power well in hand. had scanned
the lake at shutdown for signs of The
stiletto, but 1t had not yventured from
the lower lake all day, and there was
scarcely enough air stirring to ruffie
the water,
I'VE can award the prize for our
solves here at the turn of-the loop"
remarked, as we swung into place and
paused at a point about a mile OF
0ienarm. Here comes the fotilla:
1.-THE music is almost an impertt
snce, lovely as 1t is. The real SONG
Of the canoe is dip and glide, dip anc
glide.'" said Miss Pat.
The loop once maze, we now looked
upon q double line whose bright con
fusion added to the picture. The ca
noe offers, when you think of 1t, little
chance for the decorator, its lines are
10 trim and so founded upon rigid sim
plicity; but many jealous hands hat
iabored for the magic of this hour
Slim masts supported lanterns II
many and charming combinations, ant
suddenly, as though the toy lamps hat
taken wing, rockets flung up theil
stars and Roman candles their COLDER
showers at dozen points of the lint
and broadened the scope OF the pic
ture. A scow placed midway OF tn
loop now lighted the lake with red ant
green fire. The bright, graceful az
gosies slipped by. like beads upon
rosary. When the last canoe ha'