Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-01
American Sunday Monthly Magazine Section


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What"
She rose to her feet, slightly excited, not
understanding
Il could set off enough dynamite right
here, he said, stamping his heel into the
white dust enough dynamite to open up
that channel into the Coakachee. WIN
don't do it?"
Pink with excitement she said breath
lessly: Did you bring dynamite?"
Didn't yon2"
II never even thought of it. Fire
crackers frighten me. | thought it would
be all l could do to fire off nv shotgun. .
And she bit her lip with vexation.
A responsive flush of sympathy and pity
passed over him. she was so pluckv. SO
adorably helpless. Even now he knew she
was unconscious of the peril into which her
confidence and folly had led her-a peril
averted only by the mere accident of his
own arrival
He said lightly: "Shall we try to solve
this thing now? Shall we take a chance,
set our charges, and blow a hole in this
Causeway big enough to drain that water
off in an hour?"
Could you do that?" she exclaimed, de-
. think So"
Then tell me what to do to help YOU"
He turned toward her. hesitated, con-
trolling the impulsive reply.
To help me, " he said, smilingly, please
keep away from the dynamite.
"Oh, | will" she nodded seriously.
What else am to do?"
Would you mind preparing dinner?"
no IOoI ynI, - Isk411 l.
=. And | am very glad that am not to
dine Alone
So am l." he said "And | am very
glad that it is with you am to dine"
"You never even looked at me in the
galleries, she said.
"Then-how could know you were read
ing Valdez if | never looked at your"
"Oh, you may have looked at the book
was reading
II did, !" he said, and at the hands that
held it,
He looked at the smooth little hands
cupped in the shallow pockets of her white
flannel Norfolk. They fascinated him.
To think, he said, half to himself, C
to think of those hands welding a pickaxe!"
She smiled, head slightly on one side, and
bent contemplating her right hand.
ou kllOW, Sic Sdlu, certainly WOuIQ
have done it"
yes he said, slowly. 81 believe you
would"
Not" she added, blushing, "that
mean to vaunt myself or my courage "
No: | understand You are not that
kind. !. It's rather extraordinary how
we'll II think know you already"
Perhaps you do know me-already."
81 really believe do"
It's very likely. am Just what | seem
to be. There is no mystery about me. |
am what appear to be-"
Did you make up your mind about me,
also?" he asked.
Yes, about you, Also"
They both smiled.
She was so straight and slender and pretty
in her white fannels and white outing hat
her attitude so confident, so charmingly de-
termined, that she seemed to him even
Younger than she really was-a delightful
illogical, fresh and fearless schoolgirl, trans
lated by some flash of magic from her school
hither, and set down unruff1ed and unstartled
upon her light, white-shod feet.
she really understood nothing of the lonely
perils lately confronting her in this desolate
place.
For if there were nothing actually to fear
from the wild beasts of the region, that (Which
the beasts themselves feared might have con-
fronted her at any moment. He shuddered
as he thought of it.
"You don't mind my speaking plainly, do
you?" he said bluntly.
"Why, no, of course not" She looked