The evening times. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1906-1914, 1913-11-28

It was very hot in the little house
through with its chill. salt tang. and
MarshS sighed otter. For the first
time a quarrel was lowering darkly
over Conner and herself.
She had dinner at the stroke Of IL,
but il was cold before Connor came
home 10 it He had taken his own
time. Afterward when he prepared to
the boat again. He had promised to
take the artist. Ana remembering
what he said she wished that he
would not go.
There was another reason why she
wished he would not go. The sea
had ceased to burn off," as the
fishermen term it. and there was no
longer certainty of calm weather. In
deed, since morning the Sky had
as easily as print. but not so easily
as Conner could read it. Her only
hope was that he would not 90 far
from land. When he was ready to
leave the house she spoke to him:
1T looks like foul weather, Conner"
In the lane outside a whistle sound
ed. The artist had appeared. She
stepped far back SO he could not look
into the house and sec her. She was
Wv ~
lenly she felt an -extravagant hatred
Tor him. He was making trouble be-
tween her and Conner. who had
known trouble before.
Connor went out and joined the
artist and they walked away togeth-
er She heard their steps crunchins
on h sand. When the sounds ceased
she ran out on the rocks where she
could see the beach. She saw them
get into the doryi. she saw the oars
nash in and out of the water and
Connor's tarpaulin hat bow with each
stroke. The water was no longer
blue. but ominously gray. The fresh.
ening wind blew Marshy's blue skirt
about her slender limbs. She stood
with her hands on his hips watching
wistfully the gray sea and her hus.
bands dory upon~it.
. She sat on the rocks till the storm
broke and the wind and rain and chill
o her indoors: 1t "a late after
noon Her every thought was in that
dory with Connor.s She was very un.
easy. Supper time came and the
storm still kept up. 1t was churning
the sea now intosswildness. She pre-
it. Again and again she hung on a
cloak and ran ont on the slippery
rocks to. see II a. boat was Bleaching
on the sands. But she only saw tile
empty dories Of wise fishermen
pounding at their ropes.
1t grew dark suddenly Then she
began to feel terribly afraid. The sea
was no place for a dory on such a
night the lighthouse swung out it's
would only call Connor home!
An hour later Marshy sank on her
knees and began to prey. The wives
OF fishermen knew, how to pray.
So she PRAYED and waited until the
night was half over, and the storm
rocking waters. She could do some
thing now: Swiftly she ran down to
the beach and united a boat. The
oars were in the bottom. She was
pushing off when she heard and saw
something, and a. dory worked its
way out of the morning mists. In it
was Conner alone!
She did not cry out. She tied her
% S9aa S Snlck shs and aaw ran m, to h help M.s Conner els,er
soaked and that his hat was gone.
His face was haggard. He moved
IKE an old man. She guessed a trag-
edy. But her th%ankfulness for his
safety came first After all what did
one stranger matted SO long as she
mad her man again?
"Connor! The night this has BEEN"
He drew his breath heavily. AYE,
that it has. That fool knew uaught
OF boats or storms and 1.-The devil
had me. We went too far. He would
take the ars and he upset the boat.
I saved him and myself"
He paused and a strange look gath
cred IN his eyes-the look Of a mar
who has struggled with hideousness.
The dory. stayed 1afoat. An hour
since a fisherman found us"
Msrshy flung her. arms about him.
You are sal e. Nothing else matters"
He is safe. too. l could not see
him die in spite of all / thought,
Marshy. know now l was mad to
be Jealous"
|, She laid her cheek on his wet
breast Her faces was wonderful
But that's a bygone,' she said.