Bisbee daily review., 1912-12-01
CHAPTER vIiI.

When the waves are running freely 1t is a stiff pull from Mine Hosts select little hotel in the Wisconsin woods to Glen Island. but on a perfect moonlight night, with just breeze sufficient to ripple the fair hair of g pretty girl opposite. the man at the oars seldom finds the task arduous
 Nor did Mayor Bedight complain The running ripple slapped the prov Df the boat rhythmically and from the shadows along the approaching shore of the island the weird boot of an owl proclaimed the witchery of the night
 With a scarcely perceptible tilt, the boat grounded on the shelving sandy shore. Bedight sprang out and pulled the craft further upon it's ~lshioned anchorage. The girl set a the boat, intently watching the mayor. That gentleman took from the locker a basket well laden. Quick. ly gathering some dry wood, he stacked it over a bunch of finder like weeds, touched a match to the pile. set the basket at a safe distance and pulling a revolver from his pocket, fired in the general direction of the moon.
 Having maneuvered thus peculiarly, be hastened back to the boat, showed of and rowed from the shore hun dred yards Resting on his oars, aa let the boat toss idly upon the lake. Eve, ten minutes passed. The dry wood burned brightly, making a beacon of light, into the circle of which there came, at last, three shadows, followed by unintelligible conversation.
 They've found it." said the mayor. picking up his oars and turning the boat toward the hotel
 lt was midnight when the sides of the craft rubbed it's sister boats at Mine Hosts dock The mayor and the girl crept softly up the winding pathway toward the hotel. Suddenly, in the moonlight ahead, the form of woman appeared advancing to meet them. The mayor and the girl saw her simultaneously. He stopped in. stantly with a restraining hand upon the girls arm.
 Quick" he commanded. sprineing in front of his companion and turning her about face. Walk rapidly down the path 10 the boathouse."
 She complied instantly.
 Over his shoulder the mayor saw the woman hesitate. then follow de- terminedly through the shimmering moonlight.
 "Go into the boathouse," directed Bedight hurriedly. Wait until I en. gage her in conversation. Then open the rear door and run for the hotel. And be quiet!"
 T understand" whispered the girl, excitedly.
 Slipping through the door, she closed it softly. Pulling a cigar from his pocket. the mayor scratched match on the sole of his shoe and blew a puff of smoke at the same tar get which earlier in the evening he had failed to hit with his leaden mis sile.
 The woman rounded the corner and came directly toward him.
 T beg your pardon, Mir. Bedight,' said Judge" Vining in a cold, formal voice, flor following you. but as chap erone of the young ladies at the hote I feel that it was my duty to do SO I-
 The mayor bowed.
 Duty to the one performing it." he interrupted gallantly. Is Oftentimes irksome, but begrudgirgly done ire quently conveys pleasure to another. do not desire to appear selfish in your eyes, but find your duty pleases me greatly" lowing again. Now, the moonlight"
 The Judge" made a deprecating gesture.
 Do not attempt to evade," she warned. .T am deeply in earnest. Where is the-the-" She seemed al a loss to proceed. Finally she threw diplomacy to the winds 'swho was the girl with you-slone-at this hour