The Press., 1912-08-14
The Fog Lady She Came to the
 Rescue By CLARISSA MACKIE
By CLARISsA MAcKIE

 That bOrdered the village streets. Late in the afternoon there stole over hill and harbor faint bluish haze that some said was smoke from distant for est fires. The weatherwise predicted a May fog"
 "Going out, docY' asked old Simon Way, the boat builder, as the young physician passed him on the little wharf
 ''Yes, Simon, Pm going out for a breath of fresh air, if there's any out there. It's deuced hot ashore"
 "Ye won't find any wind outside to- day." predicted Simon, with an eye toward the channel. 'I been out there all day and came back with the tide. It's hot as thunder out there, and it'll be worse before ye get back"
 "You think we'll have a squall?'' The doctor hesitated at the top of the steps that led down to the water where his dory was fastened. His speedy lit- tie motorboat was anchored not far away. f....
 Worse than a squall for getting around in."
 "What's that?
 "A fog"
 'T shall be back before it shuts down" The doctor strengthened his shoulders and took a deep breath.
 "Ye feel shut in between these high bluffs?" asked Simon curiously.
 "Yes, but under the right conditions would nOt-there are certain things that might change 1t all-bring its own breath of paradise with it.
 Simon Way went home and told his wife that he guessed Dr. Morton was getting tired of Bell Harbor, in spite of the splendid practice he had acquir- ed. Mrs. Way threw a shawl over her head and ran across the street to tell Mrs. Clarence Sayles and that lady delivered the information in an ab- brevlated form to the effect that Dr. Morton was going to leave town.
 Cleo Adams heard the news just as she sat down to the supper table. In the meantime Dr. Morton's launch had chugged out of Bell Harbor into the sound. The white bow cut the placid water and broke up the rose colored reflections into rlppling waves of rose and silver flecked foams.
 All about him was a wall of fog, now shot with a queer pinkish glow. As he shut off the power and the engine ceased throbbing he listened for some sound to break the silence that was upon the waters.
 "This will be good place to think 1t over," he said to himself and then re- alized that he had expressed the cray ing of his heart-ever since Cleo Ad- ans had laughed at his offer of mar rlage.
 He stared unseeingly into the fog, his thoughts revolving around that episode of last night. pr. Morton had wOoed Cleo Adams In the shy way that is characteristic of many men of his profession, and when the time came when he could no longer withhold his confession of love. he had done an unusual thing.
 It was 9 o'clock the previous evening when he had entered his little office and sank wearily into a chair before his desk. His housekeeper had left supper for him and gone to prayer meeting. The house was quiet.
 Suddenly he picked up the telephone receiver and held it to his ear as he called CleO's number. He felt very cool and professional as he waited for reply from the Adams home.
 It came at last in Cleo's low, clear voice:
 "Yes?" she inquired.
 Ta %hiu Mise NIoo ncR1nH Aho Aoo@ov calmly.
 ''This is Miss Adams" she replied to his satisfaction.
 "Cleo," he almost whispered, fighting back the shyness that almost choked his utterance of the important words "Cleo, I love you, dear: could you marry meT'
 Then had come an instant's hesita- tion. He was prepared for that. but her light. stinging laugh was a stun ming surprise to him. ''No, thank yOur' she had said airily and hung up the receiver with little defiant chatter
 Dr. Morton sat in his chair, motion less and white. until his scandalized housekeeper had arisen from her bed and come downstairs to inform him that 1t was past o'clock. Thereupo1l he had shaken himself together and retired. only to spend a sleepless night before he arose to fulfill the duties of another days dull routine.
 Now he had left it all behind. In the solitude afforded by the fog he would battle with his trouble and master it.
 But he did not reckon with the fog.
 While he sat there thinking bitter thoughts about Cleo Adams, who now appeared to be shallow and heartless when once he had believed her to be earnest, sincere and far above cOQnetry in any of its forms, his boat was drift Ing idly with the tide. Little by little he was floating away from the shore. and not until he heard the blast of the foghorn of the shoals lighthouse did he realize his position. At once he started the engine and turned toward Bell Harbor.
 It was growing dark now. and the lOg chung moistly to his face and | ,nds and every shred of his garments. It entered his throat and almost stran- gled him, so raw and penetrating was 1t.
 Something dark loomed before him, and at the same instant a fog bell tolled close at hand.
 A big sound steamer rushed past him, menacing death from which he had barely escaped.
 The fOghorn he had first heard had Dot been the shoals light. It was the steamer bearing down upon him.
 hn 6VsHR rna% tell, except that it must be in the path of the eastward bound steamers.
 He resolved to steer in the direction where he believed Bell Harbor to be. He would go very slowly and cautious ly, and when he drew near enough to Bell Harbor breakwater he could see the pale glow of its sentinel lantern and thus find his way through the tortuous channel into the harbor.
 But the doctor was an amateur The