The Winslow mail., 1913-06-21


Now," Laughed Miss Mcconnell.
snare and ell dancing parties are
feminine"
You're horrid!" she scowled.
What are we going to DOR
There's a hut over there. If there's
any part of it that will burn, we will
preserve the remainder and use It as
o Garden of Eden supplied by kind
| providence"
The woman hesitated. The Garden
of Eden stuff in the morning was not
then so pregnant with possibilities.
Bedight set off ahead, apparently
oblivious to her doubt.
Miss McConnell's face was clouded.
What else was there TO do? They
were on the opposite side Of the tur-
! bulent lake from the inn, with an oar
less, shattered, boat. The country
! about was rough and unsheltered?
| The night was upon them and the way
to the inn around Sylvan lake was too
| far for her to attempt walking 1t in
the night, along the rough trails and
| LuS ulQu-COtCIOu 4OduSs
Bedight met her at the door.
welcome, Eve" he said teasing
! ly. Eden isn't such bad place, after
all. There's a stove and some -four
and salt here, also matches, a dish
| pan, three chairs and bunk. I'm go
ing to see If the lake has yielded up
| our coffee pot and some coffee"
"I'1l 60" said Miss Mcconnell, sober
ly. "You start the fire and put the
kettle on
She went out abstractedly and walk
ed down to the beach. What should
she do? Was she sure Of this man
who seemed q gentleman. or would
she need protection from her pro-
| tector? If she had been more guard
ed in her bantering conversation Of
| the morning, if she had not been quite
so natural and unconventional.
She looked up and down the beach
| hurriedly as though she would run
away, a sudden passion for fight
| coming over her. But where could
she go? And there were snakes and
bears in the woods What should she
! do?
Bedight found her sitting upon the
edge of the boat. She started as he
drew near and took on a new reserve.
He looked at her understandingly and
dropped his joking mood.
Here is the Coffee" he said, pro-
ducing a sodden mass, "but the pot
must have followed the cyclone. Shall
we go back?"
She looked UP like a frightened
child with that pleading look we see
in the eyes of a cornered rabbit.
Come he said, kindly, "the pot
boils and you will be needed soon to
pour the coffee"
She arose without a word and fol-
lowed him into the shack.
"And now," he said. II am going
away for an hour. There Is plenty
of wood here. Take off your wet
clothes and dry them. When you have
finished, call from the door. l will
be on the beach, Do not be afraid.
viii not be out of hearing
Thank you," she replied, and
| there was o more cheerful intonation
In nef voice.
Bedight sat upon log and watched
the white-caps whip themselves along
the shore. The sky was clear and
the moon came out from It's nest be-
hind the wood and glowed like ball
of crimson ochre. For an hour he sat
thus, when he heard a step upon the
gravel behind him.
"The coffee is ready. Mr.. Bedight.
II you are as hungry as I, we shall
DO ample Justice to saleratus biscuits
and coffee"
They sat down by the light of an oil
lamp that contained two inches OF
kerosene.
"Oh, if Pauline could only see rs
now" laughed Miss McConnell-or
Mine Host-"but it's good, anyhow. if
you're hungry enough"
add to all your other charms. said
Bedight lightly. 'the quality of being
a good cook"
The girls face grew serious again |
Bedight noted the varying shades. but
raid no outward heed The rough !
fare and the sbominable coffee were
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