The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1914-05-29

Marjorie's guest was pretty, very.
And Bob had noticed it. She played
tennis and golf we'll, which Mile did
not, and Bob had noticed that. And
she did almost a thousand and one
things so well, including dressing, all
OF which Bob had seemed to notice,
that Plato seemed in a fair way to
turn over in his ancient grave.
SO while Bob played with Mar
Jorie S friend, Mile iced the cake and
liked up the guest room for Harmon's
chum, who was expected on the NOR
row with her brother. And when tina;
was all done she dressed and took a
walk by herself out into the country
to gather daisies. She passed the
country club and the hedge was not
high enough to shut out the view of
Bob Brandon, in white hannels. max
ing mud pies on the golf links for the
visitor and looking not at all bored
in performing the duty which he had
said over the phone would completely
spoil his day.
The next day brought Harmon and
his visitor, and Mile was very busy
thereafter helping to make things as
comfortable as she could for the both
of them.
On the following morning Bob cal
led Mile on the telephone:
Want to go fishing today, little
girl? It's just about right, half
cloudy-Claribel? Oh, she's got a
headache. What Can't go! Why?
oh, darn the boat racel Come on, be
sport and break the engagement.
Can't? You mean you won't! Sorryl
Yes, | know how sorry you are" bit
terly. "All right, good-by."
And Bob studied the pattern of his
office rug thoughtfully For in the
past week he had noticed some other
things. Harmon's visitor was very
much interested in Mile. He was
the captain of the crew at college, had
a reputation for football came OF
rich family, and-Bob acknowledged
twas very decent looking in spite of
his rather ultra-fashionable clothes.
He paced the office with growing
indignation. 1t was a shame to let an
outsider step in and take his little
friend away from him, little Mile,
who understood him so we'll He had
always thought her too sensible to
bother about love. But now he had
his doubts. She certainly seemed very
happy when that bounder was around
her.
The third Saturday Miles tele-
phone did not ring. There was to be
a picnic given as a farewell to the
young visitors. Marjorie's visitor and
Harmon's friend had become very
popular with the younger set in town.
Hes taking Claribel," thought Mile.
And She's going with that new fell
low" thought Bob. "The crowd
won't miss me, so I'll go fishing
alone at the old place. It's good
day."
So, instead OF white fannels, he put
on knickerbockers and old shoes, and
made himself generally comfortable
for the long tramp up the river
AS he pulled aside the saplings and
bushes that stood in the path to this
wonderful retreat, he saw a girl sitting
above the water fishing, and the girl
was Mile. just as he looked he saw
her swing bass high into the air and
land it on the grass behind her, but
as she turned to unlock it she disap-
peared over the edge.
He knew that she could swim a
little, but for half mile or so in each
direction the drop was sheer into the
deep water. There was no place she
could land, and she could never hold
out for so long. And then those tight
skirts. In an instant he had plunged
in after her, and none too soon He
caught her as she was disappearing
beneath the water. There was bruize
on her forhead where she had grazed
the rocks as she fell
His heart frightened at the sight o;