The Kenna record. (Kenna, Roosevelt County, N.M.) 190?-1924, 1913-08-15
IN THE RED CANOE
Pretty Romance Woven Around
a Motion Picture Film
Expedition.
BY JOHN DARLING.

She came along the end of July to
Indian Neck, the prettiest girl the
resort had ever seen.
Carteret took a hasty glance at the
hotel registry as Beggsie, the official
toter Of suitcases, led her away to her
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, stufing 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
ths 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, Tn
dians used to be around here, and they
had a custom of sending one girl
over the falls every year in a red
canoe for sort of sacrifice to the
spirit of the falls
II have heard of the custom before .
said Vivian. "At Niagara they did it,
too, 1 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 it2"
IT'S wonderfully picturesque place.
think 1t is just what l have been
hooking for"
W"Artist?"
She smiled and shook her head,
Urning 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?"
I'VE all swim here" He looked
down at her with sudden suspicion.
Why was she asking all these ques.
tions about Don Marden, the one man
at the Neck who did not appeal to
women.
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." ~--4
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