The Huttig news., 1911-04-22
Castaways
 By HILL LIP KE FAN
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I've got to tow some barges up the river tomorrow" the captain said. but ain't got nothin on today
 The little tug boat plowed through water that was as smooth as a mirror. Captain Green, at the wheel. threw oe- easional remarks to his young passen- gers.
 There ain't much to see on the island he observed, but everybody seems to want to go there.''
 Its the historical interest, Helen Brewster told him. Somebody said that, in the early days of the colo nies, a Spanish vessel sailed through the bay and up the river and buried treasure on this very island. And it's there yet"
 The captain laughed. T guess ev cry inch of that island has been dug up and nobody aint ever found any gold"
 Well. it's fun to see the place and dream of what we might do if We should find it."
 The young man looked at her gloom iy Ou oA N ai " thy tAihhAhe VI '" heAe we would do if we had money, Helen"
 She flushed. That's unkind." Her voice was low so that the captain did not catch her words.
 Are you going to stay?" he asked as they neared the shore. Some folks like to eat lunch and have me come back for them.'
 We didn't bring any lunch," Kirk stated
 You'll find an old lady up there in a little house." the captain told them. She keeps milk and gingerbread and things"
 With this promise for future refresh-' ment, his passengers decided to stay over. What time will you come for ls?" Kirk asked as they landed.
 About o'clock With a snort and boat was off. The island was a place of pines sandS 1 socks and loneliness. They hunted for he little house. and found the old woman gone. A note stuck in the old ashioned knocker told them that she would not be back until dark. 
 And there goes our lunch.' Helen complained
 Would it be stealing" Kirk ques toned, If we broke in and took what We wanted and left the money .on the able?"
 We'll starve if we don't. twas Hel-' .n's answer.
 The door was unlocked. tand in thet title kitchen they found eggs and@ tread, spice cake and butte rmilk.
 If you build a fire I'll make you; m omelet.' said the girl.
 If we could find the gold, Helen iaid. what wonderful thing it would 1e! Think what we c0lld do with it. | Kirk"
 Again her lover looked gloomy The gold of this omelet slrffices for ne,' he said. With you as my wife
 should be contented to live the sim 3le life, Helen. It would be love in l cottage, but it would be love" "Of course" Her eyes flashed You always take me so seriously, Kirk"
 His voice was very low as he an swered her. T can never forget that you gave up the prospect of riches when you consented to marry me, | Helen
 T gave up nothing"
 But you love beautiful thimgs-I am afraid that my poverty will bring you unhappiness." | It was an old argument out of which had come many disagreements. And now 1t degenerated into q,ar- rel. She accused him of distrusting her, he retaliated that it was not dis trust but lack of confidence in his abdl- ity to make her happy. l A quarrel Is never a pleasant thing. but it reaches the climax of the un- pleasant when two persons are in a place where they cannot get away from each other, and where there is no l one to relieve the strain of the situa- sion The captain had said that he could not get back until evening.
 Kirk suggested coldly that they go down to the beach and watch for the boat Helen agreed. and they went. knowing we'll their watch would ex- I
 tend through the whole afternoon.
 The bay was ruffied by waves that were tipped with white caps. Along | the horizon was dull bank of clouds. Helen shivered q wish the captain would come" she said.
 If you are cold you may have. my coat" Kirk's voice was cold.
 Helen refused. but presently as the storm increased, suggested that they go back to the house. The sky was l dark with the gathering clouds, the pines bent and moaned and the birds ] swooped in for shelter.
 Within the little house the air was damp and cold. Kirk lighted the logs In the fireplace. and Helen. warmed by the glow, offered overtures of peace
 How silly we are to get angry over a little thing.
 But Kirk could not shake of the depression that burdened him. You are too fine and exquisite for anything l that can give you
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