The Newport miner. [volume] (Newport, Wash.) 1899-current, 1912-07-18
The
Fog Lady
She Came to- the
Rescue
By CLARISSA MACKIE

out a breath of wind to stir the young
green leaves on the elms and naples
that bordered the village streets.
Late in the afternoon there stole over
hill and harbor faint blush haze that
some said was smoke from distant for
est fires. The weatherwise predicted
May fog.
Going out. doc?" asked old Simon
Way, the boat builder, as the young
physician passed him on the little
wharf.
Eyes. Simon, I'm going out for a
breath of fresh air, if there's any out
there. It's deuced hot ashore"
aye won't find any wind outside TO-
day" predicted Simon, with an eye
toward the channel. II been out there
all day and came back with the tide.
It's hot as thunder out there, and it'll
be worse before We 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.
''Worse than a squat for getting
around in"
whats that"
"A fog"
81 shall be back before it shuts
down." The doctor Strengthened his
shoulders and took a deep breath
aye feel shut in between these high
bluffs?" asked Simon curiously.
Eyes, but under the right conditions
l would not-there are certain things
that might change it all-bring it's 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 shawl over her
head and ran across the street to tell
Mrs. Clarence Sayles and that lady
delivered the information in an alb
breviated 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 ripping waves
Of rose and silver f1ecked foams.
All about him was wall of fog.
now shot with a queer pinkish glow.
AS he shut off the power and the
ho or
for some sound to break the silence
that was upon the waters.
'"This will be good place to think it
over" he said to himself and then re-
allied that he had expressed the crav-
ing of his heart-ever since Cleo Ad-
ans had laughed at his offer of mar
rage.
He stared unseeingly into the fog,
his thoughts revolving around that
episode Of last night
DR.. 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
1t was 9 o'clock the previous evening
when he had entered his little office
and sank YEARLY 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 Cleos low clear
voice:
"Yesw she inquired.
sis this Miss Cleo?" asked the doctor
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. l love you. dear; could you
marry meT
Then had come an instant's hesita-
ton. He was prepared for that but
her light. singing laugh was stun
ming surprise to him. mo. thank you'll!
she had said airily and hung up the
receiver with a little defiant clatter.
DR.. Morton sat in his chair, notion
less and white. until bis scandalized
housekeeper had arisen from her bed
and come downstairs to inform him
that it was past o'clock. Thereupon
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 coquetry
In any of it's 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