The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1911-06-13
CHAPTER xl-contlnued.

Helen had not appeared, and l now
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 a 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 queen
driven TO desperation, and throwing
down the gauntlet a. though she had
countless battalions at her back In
decision took flight before shame; 1t
was = privilege to know and to serve
her!
Miss Holbrook, won't you come out
to see the water fete? We can look
upon II 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 l beg that you will take compass
sion upon my loneliness"
had flung on my cap with the ex-
akgerated manner l 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.
n 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 q special flourish and
were radiant in vari-colored lanterns.
This II an ampler Venice, but there
should be music to make 1t complete
observed Miss Pat, as we stole In and
out among the gathering feet. And
then. as though In answer, launch
passed near, leaving q trail OF muir
murous chords behind-the mournful
throb OF the guitar. the resonant beat
OF banjo strings. Nothing can be st
soothing to the troubled spirit as music
over water. and watched with delight
Miss Pats deep absorption In all thu
sights and sounds of the lake.
The assembling canoes flashed GU
OF the dark like fireflies. Not even thu
spirits that tread the air come and g
more magically than the canoe that Il
welded by a trained hand. The toucl
of the skilled paddler becomes but
caress Of the water. To have stolel
across Saranac by moonlight; to hav
padded the devious course OF tn
York OF Kennebunk when the Sc
steals inland for rest, or to dip u
stars In lovely Annandale-of such e.
periences Is knowledge born!
took care that we kept well to on
selves. for Miss Pat turned nervousl
whenever a boat crept too near. Him
understanding without being told, he
the power well In hand. l had scanne
the lake at shutdown for signs Of Il
Stiletto, but 1t had not ventured fro
the lower lake all day. and there wi
scarcely enough air stirring to ruff
the water.
I'VE can award the prize for OF
selves here at the turn of the loop
remarked. as we swung into place al
paused at a point about mile I
Glenarm. Here comes the dotills
The music is almost an imper
once, lovely as It Is. The real so
Of the canoe is dip and glide, dip a
glide" said Miss Pat.
The loop once maze. We now looh
upon = double line whose bright G
fusion added 70 the picture. The
aoe o9ers. ~sen ,ou think OF 1t, III