The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-29
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 You 9fen and badly strained your arm. And there's a cut on the side of your head Now, please, don't talk; keep perfectly quiet I'm going to pull you out of this all right, The blow will go' down by midnight, and early tomorrqyv we'll make for home. Try to sleefS
 A df8nk''
 4 str1ng cup of coffee was given her forthwith Sfe drank 1t greedily. but refused the buttered bread and lay back closing her eyes. She was so knew the coffee would have no other, effect than to hold off hunger weak [ ness.
 HimselR he ate three slices of bread and drank three cups of cahfee, for he was dead and yet he mrst watch. Her heAf robbed 50 that, t neutral 1zed the pain fD her afm-
 She kept her eyes shut, not so much to urge sleep as to avoid watching the roof ,revolve and the four sides of the boathouse expand and contract. And Cranford had so many pale, careworn, facesi Truth was, a bit of delirium had p0ssession of her.
 How gretesque he looked with a halo, above his head and another under his chin, the effect of the contra-lights of tlie aarterns! What was it she had 1orgottenr P What 5vas it she ought to, be doing Why had she faiIen7 What had really happened?
 But even as she tried to pierce the g which seemed to oppress her, sleep loft footed as the snows' fell upon Her. Sheralept for four hours. When she awoke it was with clear reco1lec- ton
 She saw Granford, sleeping with his mouth open. most unheroic. his arms dangling sat his sides. She knew now what she had f6 do. She must rise without disturbing him, steal out. Oh, the pain and misery of 1t! She fell back grooming.
 Brave and stoicaI she was, but there are some pains which wrench the cry out of us sti1e it low we try. Instantly Cranford was awake. e W hat is it ?'ss s.AIy aIikle! !'a s47eg ess 7s'ss4
 s.Which offezi D 79isg ..The light. z She set her teeth in heF lips
 or went the shoe.
 No, nor
 But he gave no heed to her protest.
 
 urated it with what arnica remained in the bottle.
 He saw the tears running, down her checks. but he did not know the real cauSei6f them AEaa t8E
 .sBiaha nT D4ana ErWhat can | do2 What can do? Poor girl! Poor girls' Tender and sensitive, he hated the sight of pain, and to see 1t twist the lips of the woman he loved was doubly maddening.
 .aThat's bettef. I'm all right now, Thank your But her thought was: She had failed, failed rnIserably. after all these weeks of careful plannlng g-failedi She could not stand, let alone walk There was as much misery in her body as in her mind. X Either she must tell him or let every \ thing go. Why had fate brought him here It was cruel If only he had not followed!
 Outside, under the light. Uncle BilIs was putting questions to the light Keeper
 me" :" said the latter, shifting his corn cob. .'sA hydroplane stopped here fol an hour or so, cooked shore dinner and
 
 didn't leave anything with me. Ons os the men Hmped. But I wasn'1 watching em close
 Uncle Billy sighed. All for nothing ssWhy do you want t know?s' asked the lightkeepen His curiosity wa. negligent.
 He was not much interested in ths dofnga of guides and folks who wasted their time fishing.
 .-Oa nuthins Miss Wynne was ex pec4irF ssa1hpiTl That's. why we mad, tn fstknI Thought mebbe they'd lef 1t [ your
 @NopeS How's the young lady 7''
 s'I dunno" weariIg.
 .sPacI o. fools. Nall of you. You've been hshin' Pfdg.n thirty years, and i was time you learned you can't fsI here in safety. Aren't thers inst a. many bass on your side O the line?'' That yol1. Lester:
 @Uh-uh!'.
 Thtni< theysfi hold 2,
 t'Don't know; grufF1y ..It'u cos Mir. Cranford about four hundred f anything happens to mX boat I wa against making the island.''
 T reckon Afr Cranford II do whuti square Money don't worry him none We better turn in. Good night" saft Uncle Billy to the lightkeeper.
 Good night. There ain't anytT1in. more I can do for goue',
 .tScoN6.ES g7sT sEr i7 2ks2ss,
 The two guides walked back to- tn boathouse ard entered noiselessly Without ado they stretched themseIve out on dry spot by the doors and i minr&s or two were fast asleep. (,ranford Ij<1af SIoaror Tn @atry of the guides, quiet as it wal z--rved to wake him. He peerAd dow at the face of the girl.
 Her lips stirredR sDonaIdr' /
 A knife thrust from her hand conl not have hurt him more grieyously.
 He stood up straight, rumpIing hi hair, a habit he had of doing whe