Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-09-07

smiled at the boyish frankness Of the
question. But it was a better motive
than the analysts that prompted his
answer.
Plenty of them, Margery, girl; too
many for the good of the race. You
mustn't try to make hero out OF me.
Once in a while get glimpse of the
real Kenneth Griswold-you are CIV
ing me one just now-and it's sicken-
ing. For a moment l was meanly
jealous; jealous Of Raymer. 1t was
only the writing part Of me, 1 hope,
but"
He stopped because she had sud-
denly turned her back on him and was
looking out over the lake again. When
she spoke, she said: See! The breeze
is freshening out on the water. You
are tagged and tired and needing a
bracer. Let's go and do a turn on
the lake in the Clytie."
From where he was sitting Griswold
could see the trim little catboat, re-
splendent in polished brass and ma
hogany, riding at it's buoy beyond the
lawn landing-stage. He cared httl.
for the water, but the invitation point
ed to a delightful prolongation Of the
basking process which had come to be
one of the chief luxuries Of the Mere
side afternoons.
At the landing stage Griswold made
himself useful. paying out the sea line
of the movable mooring buoy and
hauling on the shore line until the
handsome little craft lay at their feet.
Strictly under orders he made sail on
the little ship, and when the captain
had taken her place at the tiller he
showed off; and when the helmswoman
had laid the course up the lake, Girls
void, pipe filled and lighted, pillowed
his head in his clasped hands and a
great contentment, flowing into all the
interstices and leveling all the Unequal
tiles, Tapped him in its seething flood
He was still half-dozing when he
was made to realize that the murmur-
ing rush of water under the catboat's
lforefoot had changed into a series OF
resounding thumps; that the wind was
rising. and that the summer afternoon
sky had become suddenly overcast
The pretty tiller maiden was pushing
the helm down with her foot and haul
inging in briskly on the sheet when
he sat up.
Whats this we're coming to-" he
asked, thinking less of the changed
weather conditions than Of the charm
ing picture she made in action.
Weather" she said shortly. Look
behind you"
He looked and saw a huge storm
cloud rising out of the northwest and
spreading like a great gray dust cur
tain from horizon to zenith.
There's a good bunch of wind in
that cloud" he said, springing to help
his companion with the Stating main
sail. Hadn't we better lie UP under
the island and let it blow over?"
NO" she snapped. Wen have to
reef and be quick about it. Help me-
He helped with the reefing and the
great mainsail had been successfully
reduced to it's smallest area and hoist
ed home again before the trees on the
western shore began to bow and churr
in the precursor blasts Of the coming
storm.
| 1T will hit us in less than a min
ute; how about weathering that is.
land?" he asked.
| We've got to weather it," was the
instant decision; we can't go around
Then, the catboat still hanging in tho
winds eye: Help me get her over
Hadn't you better let her fall off q
little more and run for it?" he sug-
gested, and he had to shout it into the
pink ear nearest to him to make him.
self heard above the roaring of the
wind and the crashing plunges of the
boat.
She shook her head and made ar
impatient little gesture with her ell
bow toward the storm-lashed raceway
over the bows. Griswold winked the
spray out of his eyes and looked. A
first he saw nothing but the wild waste
of whitecaps, but at the next attemp
halfway to the entrance of the south
ern bay and little to leeward of the
Clytie's course. The small steamer
was evidently no seaboat, and witt
more courage than seamanship, it!
steersman was driving straight for tn,
Inn bay without regard for the direc
ton of the wind and the seas.
That's ole Halverson!" cried th'
tiller maiden with scorn in her voice
"He thinks because he happens t.
have steam engine he needn't lool
to see which way the wind is blow
ing"
"She's pitching pretty badly" Girls
void called back. IF he only ha,
sense enough to ease off little :.
Suddenly he became aware of the fine
heroism of his companion. He knew
now why she had refused to take shell
ter under the lee of the island, AM
why she was holding the catboat dow
to the edge of peril to keep the wind
ward advantage of the laboring steam
er. "Margery, girl, you're a darling!
he shouted. Take all the chance
you want to and I'm with you, If W
| un tn tho
She nodded complete intelligence
and took in another inch of the strain
ing main sheet.
GriswOld looked again, this tim
over the catbOat's counter and saw
big schooner. close reefed, hauling on
from Il little bay on the north shore
The launch's plight had evidently i'm
pressed others with the necessity O
doing something. The need was suf
ficicntly urgent. Once again the Swed
ish man OF machinery in charge of tn
craft in peril was inching his helm u
in a vain endeavor to hold the course
and the little steamer was rolling al
most funnel under. Griswold fOrgO