The Lakeland evening telegram., 1913-08-13
| IN THE RED CANOE
Pretty Romance Woven Around
a Motion Picture Film
Expedition.
BY JOHN DARLING.

| 0u0 Cdm0 dlOu6 Iuo Gnu VI July ~
Indian Neck, the prettiest girl the
resort had ever seen.
Carteret took hasty glance at the
hotel registry as Beggsie. the official
toter Of suitcases, led her away to hel
room.
Vivian Lovejoy," he read "Oh
Vivian, you are like a lone rosebud
In the famished desert. Vivian
| VIVIAN"
shut up. Don't be a cad" NUT
tered Don, stuffing his big tanned
hands into his linen trousers pockets
and staring moodily after the girl
Even If we do happen to be the
jumping of place in the summer re-
sort line, you don't have to act like a
grinning idiot. Wonder why she ever
landed here"
But the fact remained that she had
landed. and from her preparations, II
was seen she meant to stay. She
took the best room left, one over
looking the falls and the sweep Of
rapids clear around the bend Of the
headland that gave the place ita
name. Every day she went to the
Fine grove above the falls. and strolled
around alone, studying every point OF
land. After lunch she took the path
below the falls and walked up and
down first on one side, then crossing
the little bridge to the other.
Carteret tried to join her to explain
the beauties Of the place and the old
legend Of the falls. They were not 50
very high, hardly over ninety feet.
but even in the summer they were
turbulent, fed by the lake above.
"You see," Carteret would say, In.
dams used to be around here, and they
had custom of sending one girl
over the falls every year in red
canoe for sort of sacrifice to the
spirit of the falls"
II have heard of the custom before, y
said Vivian. AT Niagara they did it,
too, l think, But these falls seem
tco small for the leap to be fatal.
IT'S the rocks under the water.
They're like Jagged teeth, and they
rip the bottom out of any boat that
goes over. If she did get to the bot
tom Of the falls the rocks In the
rapids would catch her Nice little
plan, wasn't it,"
IT'S a wonderfully picturesque place
think it is Just what have been
looking for"
Artist"
She smiled and shook her head
turning her parasol so he could not
watch her
mo. I'm just an ordinary summer
tramp. Where is Mr.. Marden?"
Fishing" laconically.
He goes fishing every day. doesn't
he?"
Every day." assented Carteret hap.
PLY. "Just below the rapids about
quarter of a mile"
"Can he swim?"
We all swim here" He looked
down at her with sudden suspicion.
Why was she asking all these ques-
tons about Don Marden. the one man
at the Neck who did not appeal to
women. He was tall and decidedly
homely. He had no chivalrous ways,
no little attentive tricks to WOO them
by. He was short spoken and roughly
dressed. Rainy days when the other
guests Of the hotel kept to the shelter
Of the verandas living room, he
staked forth with a placid grin on
his face and the rain dripping from
his old felt hat, with a fishing rod
balanced in one hand and a basket
In the other.
rs he anybody special?" Vivian
asked once, watching his stalwart,
stopped figure stalk down to the glen.
HE acts as If he always did Just as
he pleases."
HE came here because the fishing
Is good, He comes every year. No
body knows who he is. He comes for
July and August. then goes away"
Carteret gave the information grudg.
ingly. Don't be interested in him.
He's dub, perfect dub" 1t was
the only term that seemed to fit Don
Marden. Il would do anything In the
world for you"
She smiled at him. looking up from
the letter he had just brought to her.
1t was the letter she had waited for
over two weeks. They we're coming
the next day, Kitson. Bayly and the
rest. There was not another hour to
lose. She leaned forward to Carteret
with look in her lovely dark eyes
he had never seen there. He noticed
how her hair curled around her tenn
pies and hid her ears. She was dis
tractingly pretty. not beautiful, but
Just pretty. pretty - . girl could Be.
he thought.
Can you get me red cancer" she
asked. And not tell anyone! I want
Il tomorrow morning surely"
Carteret promised. He would have
promised the evening star II she had
asked for II in that tone. All that
Gay in the rain he hunted a red canoe.
There was not such thing at Indian
Neck, he was told, but down the river
three miles, he found a canoe hauled
up beside an old cabin, and Ito owner
parted with 1t for a weekly rental.
Red paint he found at the village