The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1911-07-04

lowed us to the shore and watched our
departure in silence. We swung round
to the western shore and got my ca
noe, and there again the Italian sullen-
ly watched us.
He's not SO badly marooned," said
Gillespie. HE can walk out over
here"
mo, he'll wait for Holbrook. He's
stumped now and doesn't understand
us. He has exhausted his orders and
Is sick and tired of his job. A salt
water sailor loses his snap when he
gets as far inland as this. He'll de-
mand his money when Holbrook turns
up and clear out of this"
We passed close to the Stiletto to
get better look at her. She was the
trimmest sailing craft in those waters,
and the largest, being, l should say.
81 feet on the water-line, sloop-rigged,
with a cuddy large enough to house
the skipper. AS we drew alongside I
stood up the better to examine her,
and the Italian, still watching US in
tently from the island, cried out warn
ingly.
He should fly the signal, Owner
not on board,'" remarked Gillespie as
we pushed of and continued on our
way.
The sun was low In the western
wood as we passed out into the larger
lake. Gillespie took soundings with
his oar in the connecting channel, and
did not touch bottom.
you wouldn't suppose the Stiletto
could get through here; it's as shall
low as saucepan; but there's plenty
and to spare" he said, as he resumed
rowing
But 1t takes a cool head" began,
then paused abruptly; for there, sew
eral hundred yards away, little back
from the western shore, against strip
of wood through which the sun burned
redly, saw man and a woman SLOW
1y walking back and forth. Gillespie,
laboring steadily at the oars, seemed
not to see them, and l made no sign.
My heart raced for a moment as l
watched them pace back and forth, for
there was something familiar in both
figures. / knew that had seen them
before and talked with them; l would
have sworn that the man was Henry
Holbrook and the girl Helen; and
was aware that when they turned,
once, twice, at the ends of the path,
the girl made some delay; and when
they went on she was toward the
lake, as though shielding the man
from our observation. The last sight
l had OF them the girl stood with her
back to us, pointing into the west.
Then she put up her hand to her bare
head as though catching a loosened
strand of hair; and the wind blew
back her skirts like those of the
Winged Victory. A second later the
trees stood there alertly, with the gol-
den large of the sun shining like a
giants shield beyond; but they had
gone, and my heart was numb with
foreboding, or loneliness, and heavy
with the weight of things did not un-
derstand
Gillespie tugged hard with the bur-
den Of the tow at his back. will not
deny that I was uncomfortable as I
thought of his own affair with Helen
Holbrook. He had, by any fair judg-
ment, a prior claim. Her euuiyocal
attitude toward him and her mex
plicable conduct toward her aunt we're.
knew, appearing less and less helm
GUS to me as the days passed; and l
was miserably conscious that nv own
duty to Miss Patricia lay less heavily
upon me.
l was glad when we reached Glen
arm pier. where we found lima hang
Ing out the lamps. He gave me tele-
gram. 1t was from my New York &C.
quaintance and read
Holbrook left here two days ago; desti
nation unknown.
Come, Gillespie; you are to dine
with me" said, when he had read the
telegram; and SO we went up to the
house together
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COMPLIMENT FOR THE PASTOR.