The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1914-11-12
Copyright, 1914, by Louis Joseph Vance

the sun, molten ball wheeling mad
ly in the cup Of the turquoise sky.
Then dark waters closed over him.
He came up struggling and gasping,
and struck out for something dark
that rode the waters near at hand
something vaguely resembling a
canoe.
But his strength was largely spent,
his breath had been driven out Of him
by the force of the fall, and he had
swallowed much water-while the field
Of his consciousness was stricken with
confusion.
Within a stroke Of an outstretched
paddle, he flung up hand and went
down again.
Instantly one occupant Of the
canoe, young and very beautiful wo-
man in a mans hunting clothes, spoke
sharp word Of command and, as
her guide steadied the vessel with his
paddle, rose in her place so surely
that she scarcely disturbed the nice
balance Of the little craft, and curved
her 1.-the body over the bow, head
foremost into the pool.
Mr.. Law had, ia point of fact en-
dured more than he knew; more than
even a weathered woodsman could
have borne without suffering. Forty
eight hours of such heavy woods
walking as he had put in to escape
the forest fire, would have served to
PROSTATE almost any man; add to this
(ignsSing dozen other mental, nerv-
Gus and physical strains) merely the
fact that he had been half-drowned.
He experienced a little fever, little
delirium, then blank slumbers of ex-
haustion.
He awoke in dark of night, WHOM,
unaware that thirty-six hours had
passed since his fall. This last, how
ever, and events that had gone before,
he recalled with tolerable clearness-
allowing for the sluggishness OF a
drowsy mind. Other memories, more
vague, CT gentle 1ninistering hands. of
a lace by turns an angels, a flowers,
a fend's, and dear woman's, trou-
blcd him even less materially. He
was already sane enough to allow he
had probably been bit out OF his
head, and since it seemed he had been
saved and cared for, he found no rea-
son to quarrel with present circum-
stances.
Still, he would have been grateful
for some explanation Of certain phe-
nomena which still haunted him-such
as faint, elusive scent of roses with
a vague but importunate sense OF
woman's presence in that darkened
room-things manifestly absurd
With some difficulty, from a dry
throat, he spoke, or rather whis-
pered: "Water!'
In response he heard someone move
over a creaking floor A sulphur
match spluttered UNANIMOUSLY. A can
die caught fire, silhouetting Illusion,
of course!-the figure Of a woman in
hunting shirt and skirt. Water
splashed noisily. Alan became aware
of someone who stood at his side, one
hand offering a glass to his lips, the
other gently raising his head that ne
might drink with ease.
Draining the glass, he breathed his
thanks and sank back, retaining his
grasp on the wrist OF that unreal
hand. 1t suffered him without re-
sistance. The hallucination even
went so far as to say, in woman's
soft accents:
You are better, Alan?"
He sighed incredulously: "Rose!"
The voice responded "Yes!" Then
the perfume Of roses grew still more
strong, seeming to fan his cheek like
a woman's warm breath. And a mir
acle came to pass; for Mr.. Law, who
realized poignantly that all this was
sheer, downright nonsense, distinct
ly felt lips like velvet caress his fore
head.
He closed his eyes, tightened his
grasp on that hand Of phantasy, and
muttered rather inarticulately.
The voice asked: What is 1T,
dear?"
He responded: "Delirium
But I like it Let me rave!"
Then again he slept.