The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1914-12-08

the sun, a molten Dali 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.
paddle, he flung up hand and went
down again.
Instantly one occupant of the
canoe, a young and very beautiful wos
man in mans hunting clothes, spoke
sharp word of command and, an
her guide steadied the vessel with his
paddle, rose in her place so surely
that she scarcely disturbed TIE nice
balance Of the little craft, and curved
her 1.-THE body over the bow, head
foremost into the pool.
Mr.. Law had. in 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
ignoring dozen other mental, nerv-
GUS and physical strains) merely the
fact that he had been half-drowned.
He experienced little fever, little
delirium, then blank slumbers of ex-
haustion.
He awoke in dark of night, wholly
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, Of gentle ministering hands, Of
face by turns an angels, a flowers s.,
fiend's, and dear woman's, trou-
bled him even less materially. He
had probably been a 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 a
woman's presence in that darkened
room-things manifestly absurd !.
With some difficulty, from a dry
throat, he spoke, or rather whis-
pered: "Wateri"
In response he heard someone move
over a creaking floor. A sulphur
| match spluttered UNANIMOUSLY. A can
die caught fire, eilhouatting-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 glass TO his lips, the
other gently raising his head that he
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 a woman's
soft accents:
you are better, Alan?"
He sighed incredulously: "Rosel"
The voice responded "Yes!" Then
the perfume Of roses grew still more
strong, seeming to fan his cheek like
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, frightened his
grasp on that hand Of phantasy, and
muttered rather inarticulately.
The voice asked: What is it,
dear%
He responded: "Delirium :.
But like 1t Let me rave!"
Then again he slept