The Lexington intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1901-1949, 1915-06-18

and led her back from the advancing
waves. Then he unslung a small
pouch he wore at the belt. She
watched him with interest al he dis
closed a kit of utilities coming into
occasional requirement with the pro
f%essional stroller.
A. Bernard selected a broad sharp
knife. He began to attack the face
of the cliff, hand-high. He cut a
Jagged notch in the chalky surface,
another, lifted himself up with one
hand, got a footing. and thus pro-
crossed until he had reached a short
shelf receding two feet or more into a
natural rock cavity.
She forgot all her timidity as his
strong hand directed her to cling to
him when he again descended and es-
sayed to reach the only place Of
refuge above the fatal tide mark
Then through the long hours and way
into the darkness they sat, safe
though scarcely comfortable, she
with shrinking eyes watching the wa.
ter rise, rise, rise and then flow back
like a monster disappointed at the es-
cape OF. its prey.
All the time he kept up a reassur-
ing conversation. They had become
like close friends. AS the tide went
out they descended and returned to
the hotel. What a delightful love
dream both drifted into in the SUI
ceeding days! One beautiful after.
noon, seated on the cliff and watching
the steamers go by, she made to him
a confession.
81 have something to tell you" she
said. 81 am not Miss Davenal, My
social duties at home wore me out,
the family physician prescribed rest,
and, to avoid being followed by my
many dear friends, l registered here
under a false name. l am really Doro.
thy Lane"
She wondered at the sudden blank.
ness that came into the face of her
companion. He had become almost
pale. He had arisen to his feet. He
suggested a man benumbed by some
vivid shock.
In establishment she followed him
with her glance as he walked to a
distance. He acted like a man com.
muning with himself. She saw him
take a card from his pocket. He wrote
upon it. He lifted his cap. Sadly, it
seemed, he waved to her and then to
the card, which he placed on a rock
He walked away with dropping head
and detected mien. She was puzzled
alarmed-for she loved him. She
went to the card and read upon it the
words:
Arthur Bernard Trescott"-his full
name.
Then was it the turn Of fair Doro
thy to become bewildered. The name
was e%nlightening. It was that of the
o of a man who had bitterly con
tested a lawsuit with her own father
for over ten years, a suit involving c
property of large value. Just as she
had heard her father anathemize tho
hated litigant, so doubtless the son o
the latter had been taught by his 70
Their to consider the Lanes, root ant
branch, deadly enemies!
For a moment she pondered, bu
only for a moment. Love swept ava,
all barriers according to the insight o
her innocent soul. She ran after tn,
mourning, crushed Arthur Trescott
He turned eagerly as she spoke.
docs It matter?" she asked gently
What have you and | to do with
childish stubborn fight of two hard
headed old men1"
you sensible little woman!" crieC
Arthur, with dancing eyes. ooh,
feared-I feared!"
And then it was suggested to hi
quick mind that, as a prosperity,
beneficiary of the contested estate
one, or the other-to join issues the,
might cut the gordian knot harmoni
ously.
And so, on their own initiative, an
sure of ilial forgiveness, even If al
intermediate storm developed-anr
so, they we're married!