The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1913-09-04
IN THE RED CANOE
Pretty Romance Woven Around
a Motion Picture Film
Expedition.
BY JOHN DARLING.


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 cad" NUT
tered Don, stufling his big tanned
hands into his linen trousers pockets
and staring moodily after the girl
Even If we do happen to be the
jumping off 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, IT
| 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 its
name. Every day she went to the
pine 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 so
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 a red
canoe for " sort of sacrifice to the
spirit of the falls"
Il have heard Of the custom before, F"
said Vivian. at Niagara they did it,
too | think. But these falls seem
too 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
plan, wasn't it,"
It's 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. Gust 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 yerandas 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 specal?" Vivian
asked once, watching his stalwart,
stopped figure stalk down to the glen
He acts as II he always did just az
he pleasex"
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 a dub, perfect dub" 1t was
the only term that seemed to At 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 were 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
ba
tractingly pretty, not beautiful, but
just pretty, pretty as a girl could be,
he thought.
Can you get me a red canoe?" she
asked. And not tell anyone? | want
it tomorrow morning surely"
Carteret promised. He would have
promised the evening star II she had
asked for 1t in that tone. All that
Cay In the rain he hunted a red canoe.
There was not such a thing at Indian
three miles. he found a canoe hauled
up beside an old cabin, and its owner
parted with 1t for a weekly rental.
Red paint he found at the village
store and another bill changed hands
that he might turn the canoe upside
down In the hotel barn end paint It.
Put in plenty Of dryer, old mar"
advised Don, taking last look at
him before dinner. you're doing
fne. Who's 1t for? The little red
head?"
"Aw, shut up, can't your" groaned
Narteret huskiy. You shouldn't be
| allowed to speak of girl"
SO? she has red hair hasn't she
| or Is 1t chestnut? Is she going to
paddle her own canoe?"
| NarLRrnI's low toned mnmble men.