Bisbee daily review., 1912-12-15

the Veriest tfihs ot anxiety in her voice. we must be going. The sky looks like a storm'
 The mayer came over to Miss Me Connel and. standing beside her gazed snalytically into the west.
 q think we will be safer here" he adyised. quietly. "The storm win break before we can reach the Inn"
 "But we oanDot stay in this ruined hut It leaks and the doors are gone" objected Miss Mcconnell Come on let's be of"
 The man hesitated.
 Don't you think it wiser to remain here until the storm is over? We are a long ways rom Squirrel Inn," eoun seled the mayor.
 "Rut the wind win kick up the lakes Tutil We cant get across for hours rgied the woman Eervously.
 Sometimes" said Bedight. looking squarely at her, "a man is not as dangerous after dark as a wind storm by day"
 "Nonsenset7 exclaimed Miss McCon- nell Where's your sporting blood. Let's make a try for it."
 The mayor turned and walked down to the boat. The girl followed and got aboard He rolled up the sleeves of bis light shirt and took the oars. As he did SO. drop of rain fell into the boat.
 Really. Miss McConneIl.' he pro tested, this is unwise. You will not only get a good wetting bat there is grave danger of
 T am neither sugar nor coward" she said curtly. "Go ahead"
 Bedight fell to his oars but his in- spection of the sky over the girls head as she faced him was far from : reassuring The clouds had taken more definite form and iu their center, ' occupying the front of the great stage of the sky, clung a balloon-like mass | Of twisting matter Bedight looked at the girl apprehensiyely, as she sat in the stern of the boat, taking the splashing drops ol rain like a Spar tan.
 Miss Mcconnell, we are going to have a bad storm presently. Don't you think it would be better 10 go back? Look at the sky behind you
 She turned her head. An eXolama- tion of surprise broke from her lips.
 If you think best, Hzr. Bedight I am afraid I have been foolhardy-but z I'm still satisfied to go on if you are, !" l proudly.
 ! A terrific clap Of thunder directly ! overhead, coupled with a roar Tn the ! west, caused Bedight to hesitate. In- stead of turning the boat, he headed ! for the shore Behind them the storm | was rushing with ten league wings and the waves leaped into an action that set the boat tossing like a specS upon a boiling pot. The day became as dark as night, save for the light Eing flashes.
 In a moment the storm broke. Amid ] the crash oi reHding trees, the de mOniacal shriekings of the wind, the I terror Of the lightning. the boat sped onward along the shore, one oar gone, the other useless in such sea.
 In the main channel no craft could have lived. but along the shore down which the two raced before the wind, the shell flew on the wings of the tempest.
 White but brave. frightened but in Jgu control of her nerves. the girl clung to the boat. Straight toward the narrow neck of Goose lake. the craft bore like a wiud-whipped ice, boat under Q gale.
 The mayor gritted his teeth Once outside the smaller lake the course ol the craft would be directly across the larger body Of water.
 He studied the girl opposite. Did she realize the danger?
 "Nr. Bedight," she spoke Tegretfully with an effort at bravery If we go through into Sylvan lake I'm sorry I didn't take your advice It won't help much now to know that . I've repented Of my decision-but I--'
 The mayor interrupted, shouting ! against the wind:
 T think we'll avoid it, and surely this must pass quickly"
 Her answer was lost in the musketTy and dbluge that followed. The boat half filled with water, lurched periIous Iy, rolled like a cedar log and turnet turtIel
 Bedight felt himself carried forwar, with terrible speed and deposite, upon the shore. He shook the wate from bis eyes. Beside him on the saut lay the girl, and a rod down the shor, the boat hung upon the shingle. She opened her eyes 10 the soun, Of his voice and the pressure of hi hand upon her heart Coughing. sh sat up on the beach and rubbed th sand from her face and hands. He clothes hung closely upon her. show ing the outlines of her body. Tn rain stilI fell in torrents and ran dow their necks in tiny rivulets.
 "Ohi' she gazped when her sense raarahaled themselves from the b. wildermcnt, I've lost my sketch!" The mayor laughed. "If you had been trife less fo-tt nate. you might not be worrying sbou [ that now-althoGgh I'm willing to a, 5 init you'd make a swell mermaid l The storm was raging Of in tn e east, the wind where they stood ha 6 ceased cracking it's lungs, but heav