The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1913-11-10
Married Life
the Second Year
BY MABEL HERBERT URNER.

BY MABEL HERBERT URNER.
ooh, isn't he a dear! Isn't that the
dearest dog" as a big Newfoundland
bounded out of the surf, stick In his
mouth and dashed toward them.
Warren pulled Helen back roughly
as she bent over to take the stick.
He'll get you all wet. There-you
see." as the dog shook himself spray
ing her white gown with water. why
will you insist on petting every
strange dog"
"Oh, but he's so lovely! Look, now
he's taking the stick to his master.
The dog, seeing he would reveive no
further attention from them ran on to
his master, who was standing a little
farther back on the beach. The dog
dropped the stick, leaping about and
frantically wagging his tail.
Helen watched him delightedly. She
was almost childish in her love of an.
finals.
The man picked up the stick and
once more hurled 1t far out into the
surf. With a joyous bark the dog leap
ed in after it. A great wave almost
swept him under but he struggled up,
breasting still anther wave before he
reached tn estick, and then turned and
swan back proudly WIN IL.
The few people on the beach were
watching the dog, and just then no one
was noticing the group of small boys
diving from the end of the break
water.
There was a sudden smothered ex-
clamation from Warren, and then
with a-"Jove! That boys drowning!"
he hadoff his shoes and coat and was
in the surf, swimming rapidly toward
small boy who had been swept far
out beyond the others and was now
struggling helplessly in the waves.
Instantly all was excitement. Sever
al persons shouted and ran down by
the edge of the water. Helen stood
transfixed. Then suddenly the small
bobbing head disappeared With
strong. sure strokes Warren swan on.
Then the head reappeared little fur
Their out.
THE DEED ACCOMPLISHED.
There was Dreathless moment as
Warren reached the place just as the
boy sank for the second time. A
them both. Then Warren was swim
ming back slowly, heavily, bringing
the boy back with him.
Helen did not scream or move. She
had been powerless to do either. And
It was not until Warren had reached
the beach and laid down the half con-
scious boy amid the crowd that sur
rounded him, that Helen ran sobbing
toward him.
He'll be all right in few minutes"
Warren informed them CURLY. "Peo-
pie ought to have more sense than to
let boy of that size dive around
here"
Ignoring the chorus of praise and
congratulations, he picked up his coat
and shoes, pushed through the clus-
tering, admiring throng and stalled
rapidly up the beach.
Still half sobbing Helen ran after
him, "Oh. Warren, Warren" she cried,
as she chung to his arm, unmindful of
the water that dripped from him.
whats the matter? There's nothing
TO cry about. Here" as he shook her
off. Don't get near me. you'll get all
wet
But this time Helen was not to be
shaken or silenced. She chung to him
unwilling arm, sobbing about how Won
derful, how brave he had been; how
all the others had only stood gaping,
while he has staked his life to save
the boy.
"Risked my life?" he scoffed 'In
that sea? Smooth as a millpond If
nobody else went in, it was because
they didn't see him. Now, for Heav-
ems sake, stop your shifting, and
don't talk about it. All 1 want is some
dry clothes, and l want them pretty
darn quick:"
AS they reached the hotel the peo-
pie on the veranda ran down to meet
him, but he pushed them aside with
brusQue ooh, nothing, nothing at all"
Helen was forced to make hurried
explanations as he broke away from
her and ran dripping up the steps.
She followed as quickly as they would
let her, laid out his dry clothes, pre-
pared his bath, and lowered about
him with anxious solicitude
shouldn't you have some thing to
keep from taking cold? Oh, dear, if
you should get pneumonia"
pneumonia fiiddlesticks! Now stop
fussing around me. I've everything |
want right here"
And he disappeared into the bath
room and slammed the door A sound
of running water, then the door open
ed an inch or so.
81 say Helen, ring for some bath
to"SiS. mere Only UuS Ill mere anu
it isn't bigger than a wash rag"
Helen didn't wait to ring, but ran
out into the hall and into the room
which adjoins theirs, which she knew
was unoccupied. She stole the two
bath towels from the rack and ran
back again. thrusting them through
the bathroom door to Warren.
Now, dear, be sure to rub yourself
sood-start the circulation. Oh, I'm
so afraid you'll take cold.''
Again the door slammed. Then the
sound of vigorous splashing
Helen opened it and was confront
ed by woman of about forty, we'll
gowned, but hatless, and with dishvel-
led hair.
Mrs Curtis?" she asked breathless-
ly.
Helen nodded wonderingly.
I'm Mrs. Hastings, the mother of
the boy your husband saved. Can I
see him. Oh, want to tell him-to
thank him for what he's done for me.
My husband isn't here, and I felt
must come myself"
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