The daily Alaskan., 1915-06-09

Beaverton had pulled up near the shore where there were Overhanging trees. From under the branches came an exclamation of dissatisfaction. The voice was feminine and seemed to be that of child From a disturbance of the branches he inferred that some one in q boat had become entnngled in them. A few strokes brought him to where he could see what was going on.
 First. there was canoe with the word "Wocomoc" painted on the bow; second. there was a girl in the boat, who might have been twelve, thirteen and perhaps fourteen, dressed in costume Brewerton had never seen be- fore. The navy blue material of her apparel from her waist 10 her knees might have been a skirt or something else, hc could not tell what. Judging from its length. she should be about six years old. but Beaverton was sure she was not as young as that.
 Can ] do anything for you, little girl?" he asI cd.
 "Tm not quite as familiar with canoe ing as I should be. came under the shade of these branches. and in getting out I am afrad shall upset the canoe"
 Brcwcrton reached forth his hand. tool; hold of an end of the unsteady shell and withdrew it from under the branches.
 Can you mqnage it now?" he asked.
 Thc girl put her paddle in the water. and the canoe carccncd on one side She gave a little shriek.
 "Your mother should not have let you come out in such q topply boat without your being accustomed to such sport. Look out. You'll go over"
 "Oh. dear. I'm afraid I'll be drowned"
 Brcwcrton was pcrp}cxcd. He did noi like to leave the child in her periIou' position and did not know what to d. with her Finally he told her that r she would get into his boat be would tokc hor home with her canoe in tow She gladly accepted the invitation. taN Ing scat il the stern facing him an noldn1 line attached to her c&nnc.
 "Whcre do you live?" asked Brewer ton.
 The girl looked in several directions then pointed to u house on the opposite side of the lake. But half the distance had not been travcrsed when she point. ed to d house in an"rhcr direction. BrcwertOn looked at her in surprise, and she said she had got turned around" But she soon confessed her self mistaken again and said she thought she would So to the camp.
 "What camp?"
 Camp WocOmoc."
 Then for the first time Beaverton learned lhlt around a bend in the lake there was girls camp.
 "FOr kids:" he asked.
 Most of Us are kids. but there are some older girls"
 For kid she was quite entertaining. Brewertun was amused to hear her at times talk like a grown person. She had sweet smile, u pair of dimples in her cheeks and pretty eyes. Beaverton was inclined to think that when she became q woman she would be quite an attractive one.
 Presently they turned the bend, and the oHrsman, turning, caught sight of the camp. He was much astonished. There on the margin of the lake was a congregation of boats about q large float for swimming purposes, equipped with diving apparatus. Beaverton pull ed up to a landing where stood q num- Der of girls, all in camp costume. His passenger got out of his boat, thanked him and, having tethered her canoe, went up to the camp.
 Beaverton pulled back to his cottage, not knowing whether to be dissatisfied or not with his discovery. He rather thought that he would like to have the little girl go boating with him occasion ally. Her prattlc rested him. Indeed, during the next few days he found himself wishiu" he would meet her again on the lake. If he should he would inquire her name and address and ask her mother if she would not