The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-12-27
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His Valet's Hero
By Baldwin Sears

Essie could not have seen him ana
read his thoughts. She could hardly
nave said, as she read his note ana
Iinned on his ylolets. "One scarcely
knows whether most to admire 49,.
push or be bored by his eagerness.s
Dyker knew he was a fool He
felt like one when he told Jim where
to take the violets. TO ease his nina,
ne asked how Mamie was getting
along
"Mending finely, Mister Harry, sir,
ana asking blessing on him that
sent her the beautiful grapes
Thank you--thank you, said
Dyker hastily from behind his paper.
What wo Id Essie say to such pro
cecdings? And yet, how lonely he
was! 'Pll do something desperate ii
! stay around here, A change will
do me good. Going to funeral
when you've finished me?'
You look solemn enough.
Me, sir? No, sir
II tell you, Jim, you and must
take "a trip; get out my boxes, and
we'll go to Canada this week"
How long might YOU be going to
stay, Mr. Dyker sir?' asked Jim, with
some hesitation.
"Oh. J don't know; all summer If
we like II"
MIR. Dyker, sir said Jim, with n
monumental effort az olfhandedness,
~ think III be after leaving when my
months up
Leaving? What on earth, Jim
We'll, you see, sir, I'm not used to
these tropics and"
Rot, Jim Canada's the other way"
Yes, sir, that's jus; what I'm say
ing: the cold
Jim. you're a born liarl"
"Not me, sir answered i'a in
weak protest.
Yes. YOU are, too Couiou.d YOU,
Why don't you want to go?'
We'll, sir Mamie is going to Long
Branch, and"
Dash II, man, do YOU want to cut
my nose rff?' roared Dvker as the
amatory Jenkins made a wild move
mcnt with the razor. Hack me
agiiln ana YOU will go today without
yCdr wares. DO YOU suppose ! care
a case where a dozen Mamles are
gong?'
And yet all the afternono he FELT
conscious smitten. Am going to Ne
bothered all summer by that fellows
spooning? I'll see him hanged first.
What makes Mamie go to Long
Branch when had set my heart on
the st. lawrence
Three weeks later, as he walked
along the promenade at Long Brancn
beside Essie Morrison an1 her moth
er, wishing that Essie meant all her
mother was saying for her. longing
in his dumb desperation to do some
thing that would make his love
worthy IN her eyes. there was con
fused, clamor down on the sands: a
pause and then rush OF people to
the beach where last faint cry for
help was drowned in the roar OF
breaker as Jim dashed past them with
blanched face and staring eyes, cry
ing out. Help. help! Mamies drown
ing
Go after her, you dogl' shouted
Dyker
Il can't swim God forgive me-
screamed the man.
Through the surging, staring, shout
Ing ra~.ke man ran swiftly, throw
ing on his coat At the edge of the
sea he kicked off his shoes and dived
the coming wave.
When the drowning girl tossed up
her arms. battling feebly in the cur
rent. a mans arm was flung round
her. voice commanded Keep
quiet" and when in the frantic fear
Of death she struggled blow stunned
her.
AS Dyker swan, first away from
the current that had caught her, then
in toward land, he was happy. He
was bringing Mamie back to Jim, who
loved her-and whom she loved
Dyker struck OIL; with splendid
courage. He had often made lne dis
tance which lay before him, though
never with that weight Steadily &c
pushed on through the sea; now on
his back with the girl at his side,
row pushing her, now dragging A
short groan parted his lips. There
stood the people watching. A break
cr hid them. Ii he let Mamie 80 he
could save himself vet. But she loved
Jim. Perhaps Esse would love nlln
now
As the coming wave caught and
carried Mamie up on the beach,
Dyker sank back. smiling as the
sound Of cheering met his drowning
ears: and Essie's hand still ached
with his last clasp.