The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1915-09-30
ISLAND CAsTAWAYs
by cLARIssA MAckIE.

copyright, 1918 by the Mcclure Newspa-
Der syndicate)
The lake steamer touched at Pine
island and left solitary passenger,
a decidedly pretty young woman, who
carried a suitcase and umbrella.
Mona Fairlee walked down the long
pier to the shore, where the red
shingled roof of the Bensons' summer
camp peeped through the surrounding
pine trees. !
She reached the cottage and stood,
amazed to discover that doors and
windows we're closely shattered. Pine
camp had every appearance Of being,
closed for the season, although 1t was,
only the first Of August.
Something must have happened to
change the summer plans Of the Ben,
sons, who were distant cousins OF
Mona.
what shall do?" asked Mona In
dismay, for there was no way OF reach,
ing the mainland except by boat.
"If It hadn't been for Dick Master
SON" Mona paused and bit her lip,
lighting back the tears. How hate
hinl" she sobbed passionately.
Il was the old story Of lovers
quarrel and a hasty parting. Mona
had written long letter to Edith Ben
son and followed the letter herself,
seeking refuge from the world In the
solitude of Pine island, said solitude"
being enlivened by the gay doings OF
the inhabitants Of the group OF little
islands that dotted the lovely Maine
lake. Now, with the Bensons away,
she must return home, where she
might meet Dick at any moment.
Mona was growing hungry. She
walked disconsolately down to the
strip Of beach that bordered the island.
On the western shore, where one had
10 clear view of miles Of unbroken wa
ter, she came to a halt and stared de-
lightedly. A small fire Of driftwood
and pine cones burned cheerfully over
a circle Of stones. On the stones were
Eve lake trout broiled q delicious
brown. A gray coat was thrown on
the sand and near by was q fishing
rod. There was no one In sight.
How good they smelledl How hun
CRY she wasl II may not have an
other bite to eat until tomorrow"
thought Mona, throwing all precepts
to the winds. "If he were here am
sure he would share them with me-
and yet don't want anyone to know
I'm here. He can catch more" She
salved her conscience with this,
thought, as she bit into the juicy brown
and white tenderness.
The afternoon wore on. Great clouds
piled up in the northwest, and there
was a distant grumble Of thunder.
Mona was afraid of thunder storms.
There came long. rumbling roll of
thunder and she fed to the front ve1
randa of the cottage, where she
sought sheltered corner and sat dis
consoIately on her suit case with her
umbrella spread protectingly over her.
Lightning flashed Internationally;
thunder rolled heavily. The sound of
footsteps mingled with the noise of
the storm. They reached the Veranda,
paused for a moment, and then came
around to her sheltered corner. .
well, by Jovel"
The muttered ejaculation told Mona
that she had been discovered. She
dropped her umbrella and looked up
into the face of the fisherman whose
dinner she had eaten. &.
He was not an ill-looking young
man. On the contrary, the gray coat
covered broad shoulders above which
rose a strong, brown throat and head
undeniably handsome. He was look.
Ing down at Mona's pale, frightened
face with quizzical eyes.
so it was youl" he laughed softly.
A wave of color famed into Mona's
cheeks. Il was hungry" she explained
meekly. "If had known I would have
starved first!"
But they were good-they must
have been mighty good--they smelled
delicious" he said, regretfully.
Mona turned pretty shoulder and
stared out at the pouring rain.
Pm sure / wouldn't intrude-only
there is no other shelter on the
island" he went on apologetically.
THE veranda is large" suggested
Mona colGly.
"0f course--I will go-I beg your
pardon" he said hufily.
At that instant there came hiss
ing shrek of white flame that played
up and down the trunk of the white
pine tree, and with Il came crash
ing peal Of thunder. Mona screamed
with fear.
The fisherman gathered Mona into
strong arms. Are you hurt, darling?"
was his astonishing question.
And Mona, half fainting with fright,
seemed not to resent the familiarity.
Her golden head dropped on the shout
AaV 0f tha ana han 1ipa v,,,ny.