Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1912-07-10

the setting sun glinting on her gold
hair, escorted by her eldest son, who
held her hand tightly and carefully
watched her steps. Next,came Elnora.
dressed with equal richness. a trife
taller and slenderer, almost the same
type Of coloring, but with different
eyes and hair, facial lines and ex-
preston.
AS the crowd pressed around the
party an opening was left beside the
fish sheds. Edith ran down the dock.
Henderson sprang after her, catching
her arm and assisting her to the street.
"Help mev' she cried, clinging to him.
He put his arm around her, almost
carrying, her out Of sight into little
cove walled by high rocks Mt the back,
where there was clean door Of white
sand, and logs washed from the lake
for seats. He found one Of these with
a back rest, and hurrying down to the
water he soaked his handkerchief and
carried it to her. She passed it across
her lips, over her eyes.
Hart, what makes your she said
YEARLY. "A1y mother doesn't care.
She says this is good for me. Do you
think this is good for me, Hart?"
Edith, you know I would give my
life IL could save you this" he said,
and could not speak further.
He held her carefully, softly tanning
her. She was suffering almost more
than either of them could bear.
II wish your boat was here,' she
said at last. Il want to sail fast with
the wind in my face"
There is no wind. I can get my
motor around in few minutes"
'Then get it,
"Lie on the sand. lean phone from
the first booth. It won't. take but
little while"
Edith lay on the white sand and
Henderson covered her face with her
hat. Then he ran to the nearest booth
and talked imperatively. Presently he
was back, bringing hot drink that
was stimulating. Shortly the motor
ran close to the beach and stopped.
Henderson's servant brought row.
boat ashore and took them to the
launch.
Hour after hour the boat run up
and down the shore. The moon arose
and the night air grew very chilly.
Henderson put on an overcOat and
piled more covers on Edith.
"You must take me home" she said
at last. 1.-THE folks will be uneasy"
He was compelled to take her to the
cottage with the battle still raging.
He went back early the next morning,
but already she had wandered out
over the island. Instinctively Hender-
son felt that the shore would attract
her. There was something in the tu-
multi Of rough little Huron's waves
that called to him. It was there he
found her, crouching 80 close the water
foam was dampening her skirts.
''May / stay?" he asked.
IL have been hoping you would
come" she answered. Its bad
enough when you are here, but 1t Is
a little easier than bearing It alone.
"Of course you know there is some
thing I have got to do, Hart! Will you
go with me:''
"Of course"
II might as well give up and get it
over" she faltered.
That was the first time In her life
that Edith Carr ever had proposed to
give up anything she wanted.
"Help me, Hart!"
Henderson started around the beach.
assisting her all he could. Finally he
stopped.
Edith, there is no sense in this!
You are too tired to go. You know
you can trust me. You wait In any Of
these lovely places and send me. You
will be safe, and I'll run. One word
is all that Is necessary"
|. But I've got to say that word my
self, Hartv'
"Then write It and let me carry 1t.
The message is not going to prove
who went to the Office and sent it,
.'That is quite true" she said drop
ping YEARLY, but she made no move
ment to take the pen and paper he
offered
"Hart, you write IT," she said 1T
last.
Henderson turned away his face. He
gripped the pen, while his breath suck
ed between his dry teeth.
Certainly he said when he could
speak. 'Mackinac, Aug. q. Philip
Ammon, Lake Shore hospital, Chi
cago." He paused with suspended
pen and glanced at Edith. Her white
lips were working, but no sound came.
Miss Comstock is at Terrence
O'More's, on Mackinac island" prompt.
ed Henderson.
Edith nodded.
''signed, Henderson," continued the
big man.
Edith shook her head.
'say, she is well and happy and
sign, Edith CARR she painted.
mot on your life!' flashed Hender.
son.
..For the love Of mercy, Hart, don't
make this any harder! tx the least
I can do, and It takes every ounce Of
strength in me to do It."
"Wil you, wait for me hereT he
asked.
She nodded, and, pulling his hat lowe1
over his eyes, Henderson ran around
the shore. In less tkan an hour he
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