Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1913-07-03
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headlands formed by mighty boulders,
against which the waves e~ndlessly
dashed and as endlessly foamed back
into the sea.
Such a headland doomed up on their
one evening when the sun
was low; and as the plumes Of spray
from the incoming waves rose high In
the air q rainbow formed itself in
the 1eeting mist. 1t was a fairy pic
ture, repeating itself two or three
times, no more.
That's my symbol of hope" said
Aleck quite impersonally. TO anybody
who chose to hear.
Mr.. Chamberlain turned to Aleck
with his ready courtesy. Not the only
n you have received, l hope, on this
charming voyage"
Madame Reynier was ready with her
pleasant word. Aren't we all sym
bols for you-if not of hope, then Of
your success as a host? We've lost
u aches and our pains, our nerves
and u troubles; all gone overheard
from the Sea Gull"
You're all tremendously good to
me, l know that" said Aleck, his
slow words coming with great sin
cerity.
Melanie kept silence, but she re-
membered the rainbow.
The headland was the landward end
of a small island, n part Of which
was thickly wooded. A large unused
house stood in a clearing, evidently
once a rather pretentious summer resi-
dence, though now there we're many
signs Of dilapidation. The pier on the
beach had been almost entirely beaten
down by storms, and a small, fiimsy
slip had taken its place, running far
down into the water. A thin line of
smoke rose from the chimney Of one
Of the outbuildings; and while they
looked and listened the raucous cry
of a peacock came to them over the
still water. Presently Chamberlain
suggested:
Il feel it in my bones that there'll
be Holsters over there to be had for
the asking. l heard your man say he
wanted Holsters, Van; and | believe
I'll row over there and see. I'm feel
ing uncommonly fit and need some ex-
ercise."
"All right, I'll go too" said Aleck.
"Ill bet a bouquet that | beat you
rowing over-Miss Reynier to furnish
the bouquet" was Chamberlain's next
proposition. DO you agree to that,
my lady?"
"And pray, where should l get q
bouquet?
"Oh, the next time we get on land
And we won't put up with any old bou.
quet of juniper bushes and rocks,
either. We want a good, old-fash.
Toned round bouquet of garden posies,
with mignonette round the edge and a
rose in the middle; a %sure-enough
token Of esteem-that kind of thing,
you know. Is it a bargain, Miss Rey-
nier?"
Very well, it is a bargain" agreed
Melanie; but l shall choose bachelors
buttons!"
So they took the tender and got off,
with a great show of exactness as to
time and strictness of rules. Madame
Reynier was to hold the watch, and
Aleck was to wave a white handker-
chief the minute they touched sand.
Mr.. Chamberlain was to give a like
signal when they started back. The
yacht slowed down and held her place
as nearly as possible.
Chamberlain pulled a great oar, and
was, in fact, far superior to Aleck in
point of skill; but his stroke was not
we'll adapted to the choppy waves In
shore. He had learned it on the
sleepy Cam, where the long, gliding
blade counts best. The men stayed
ashore a long time, disappearing en-.
tirely beyond the clump of trees that
screened the outbuildings. When they
r%eappeared. an old man was with
luGllt lOllOWlHB IuSlu uOWu 70 the
boat. Then the white handkerchief
appeared, and the boat started on its
return.
Aleck profted by Chamberlain
work, and made the boat leap forward
by n shorter, almost jerky stroke. He
came back easily with five minutes tc
spare.
Good work." said Mr.. Chamber
lain. you have me beaten. and you'll
get the bachelors buttons; but you
had the tide with you"
Nonsense! I had the Holsters ex
tra!" asserted Aleck.
well, IL you had been born an Eng
lishman, we'd make an oarsman out
of you yeti"
HUH" said Aleck.
But they had news to tell the ladies'
and while they we're having theil
dinner their thoughts we're turned tc