The herald. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1905-1953, 1912-07-25
It Was To Be

train" cautioned Mrs. Oxley. Il shall
worry if you are out late; remember
your failings."
The young woman pouted. 81 never
can go anywhere without peck OF
advice, Just as though l was an in
FAINT. You haven't said what you want
ed, Aunt Louise"
whats the USE" retorted Mrs.
Pierce; cts no more nor less than
can OF that potted chicken at LovelPs.
What do you say to that, young LADY,"
"Hm-hml" murmured Rosette faint
Iy. I'll think about it, auntie. Good
bye"
AS the boat splashed around the
point Rosette looked dismally at the
little red station planted upon the
bare, sandy knoll like danger signal.
at will be perfectly horrid IN the city
hot and stupid-but Aunt Louise
must be taught lesson. won't have
her making any matches for me. Cas-
sius Lanford, indeed"
II lacked an hour OF luncheon time
when Rosette sank exhausted on the
seat All . SOoA PhA icA %
How will ever get through this aft
ernoon?" she inwardly groaned. I've
a great mind to take The next train
back, but then I'd be sure to see that
that creature! And II l should stop
at any of the resorts the folks would
find 1t out No, I'll stay until the $40
II melt"
Rosette looked out Of the window
listlessly. Across the way two huge
gray lions summed themselves on eth
er side of a wide-pillared portico.
There Rosette started with renewed
energy. I'll go over to the gallery
right after lunch and look at those
etchings Miss Carew was speaking Of
yesterday"
A tall, fine built young fellow was
bending interestedly over a collection.
He must be an artist" thought Ro-
sette covertly cycling the strong. intel
lectual face.
Suddenly the stranger looked at his
watch and hurried away. Rosette's
interest began to wane; she wandered
through the rooms absent-mindedly
When a clock struck she started in
establishment; the afternoon had
slipped away without her realizing
It
A dull, rayless sky hung gloomily
above the waters of the lake as a sim
gle passenger alighted at the little
red station.
Rosette peered beneath the awning.
Capt. Duggauld!"
"Ay, ay," responded a bluff, deep
chested voice from the depths Of the
shadows, and the owner of the Water
Sprite appeared-a thick-set person
age with grizzled hair and beard and
the rolling gait Of sailor.
"Will you take me across, captainf"
Rosette put the question anxiously.
Couldn't think of 1t, ma'am-jest
sne passenger. I'm lookfn' for tick
fish night, but ye can't tell. Ell 1t was
OIL Huron, now, I'd know Just what to
depend on; eff the signs wus fer foul,
wy foul it 'ud be, but this 'ere's the
most spiteful, capreeshus teacupful!"
But i must get over some way!"
Rosette started as though she had Sc
hous intentions Of wading the dis
lance.
'Ef 1t amt that Oxley girl! wy I
didn't know We! An your mas worry
tn most likely. Well. now. seem it's
you mebbe l might make It."
A grinding shock sent Rosette from
her seat to the bottom Of the boat
With heavy Jar. There were muttered
ordinations from Capt. Duggauld, as.
suddenly arrested in its course, the
boat with one brief fiuttering like q
disabled bird, gave a sidewise lurch
and settled helplessly upon some OBJ
struction underneath-the evident
cause OF the catastrophe.
"Halloo! Halloo!" called a strong
voice when within speaking distance.
WHATS the trouble?"
Cit her round t'othar SIDE" bawled
the captain. Were stuck on this
COMPOUNDED OIL stump"
Nearly drenched, Rosette was as
sisted into the rescuing boat and In
maze found herself facing her athlete
~ hAsC dAeSihoOh-
81 had just reached the hotel when I
heard your signal!" he explained.
IVY, If 1t amt Mr.. Lanford," ex-
claimed the old man with enthusiasm.
WED probably bin playing with the
nshes bout this time eff ye hadn't
Bteered up Jest as ye did. Look
there!" A Tapping awning and
smokestack was all that was left OF
the once vigorous Water Sprite.
Rosette pushed back the muslin dra-
peries Of her window and bolstered
her curly head upon q round. white
arm. Through breach in the dark
ness above a stream. Of light trailed
across the lake and turned to silver
the tossing whitecaps IN its path. For
one instant its rays fell upon a launch
which shot across the shining track
and then was lost in the darkness be-
yond.
IT was to be-" murmured Rosette
with conviction. as she watched a va
grant moonbeam that rested for one
brief moment upon the snowy pillow,
and recalled Cassius Lanford's look
~ he babe her goodnight Dear
Aunt Louise"-the sound Of steps be-
Ir~ hpau0hf uaIAo.