The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-08-28
DEALS FISHER BOY
BY KEITH KENYON.

pages Of q current magazine. The
Sea Urchin was anchored OF Beach
mead, and from its decks one could
command q view of the pretty cot
tages and catch q glimpse Of the roof
Of the large hotel farther down the
beach.
Far out where the breakwater
stretched Q rocky arm to protect
Beach bay from the more turbulent
sound, he knew the water was crash
ing against the black barrier with .
swishing, musical cadence: It was
sound that he loved above all others.
Suddenly he tossed his magazine aside
and, propping his elbows on the rail.
debated whether he should step into
the dory and 60 out to the break
water to spend the afternoon on the
rocks; he had often done It before.
He turned his head 1t the creaking
sound OF oars working in rowlocks.
4 boat was moving along psrilously
close to the Sea Urchin. All that was
visible TO Raymond were . BIG Dap
ping straw hat and . pair Of slim,
muscular. brown arms handling the
oars with the skin Of born sailor.
hi. there, young man, be careful
you don't scrape my paint" called
Raymond testify.
The hat bodied hack and he caught
. brief glimpse Of dark, brilliant
face. Then it vanished under the
head covering, and boat and occupant
shot away at full speed.
Raymond watched its foaming
wake.
Scared that young chap out Of
weeks growth" he grinned. Must
have been one Of that Italian colony
out at the point. What a glance that
handsome young vagabond did shoot
from those eyes! Well, l may as well
indulge myself in this vacation
period; SO here goes"
He spoke to his man, well-trained
Japanese, and presently had entered
his motor boat and was chugging out
toward the black line of rocks. He
was bareheaded and his shirt sleeves
were rolled above his sun-tanned
arms. A blackened pipe was gripped
between his teeth. His blue eyes
sparkled with pleasure.
Ogi had put aboard small basket
containing sandwiches and thermos
bottle. He needn't return until night.
Raymond had almost overtaken the
rowboat when it left the channel and
disappeared around the end of the
! cIru ntnp f011nxyy ~
dropped anchor on the inner side,
where the water was comparatively
calm, and, taking his basket, he CAM
bcred up the rocks until he reached
nook above high-tide mark OF
course in heavy gales the water COM
pletely covered the rocks, but now
the waves beat pleasantly in foamy
crispness, sending up refreshing
showers of salt spray.
Raymond could not see the young
fisherman; indeed he forgot all about
him. Propped comfortably on q
cushion of seaweed, his hands behind
his head, he sat and dreamed OF
nothing in particular as an hour
passed and the tide rose higher. AfteI
q while he slept, lulled by wind and
sun.
Suddenly he sat up, wide awake
, The wet splash of water upon his
= hand told him that he had dreamed
, too long. Contrary to his reasoning
the wind had freshened to half {
gale and the waves were dashing al
most over the breakwater. His frs
thought was for his boat It was
hundred feet away. The tide sweep
ing through the channel had dragged
t the motor craft away from he
r anchorage.
Y The dickens!" sputtered Raymond
h rising to his feet and surveying tn
situation. II wonder where tina
q young Italian is. He might save m
a swim. BY Jove! There he is nov
and bawling like little Niagara"
Sure enough, the slim, blue overall
ed form was crouched on the rock
behind him and the face was burie
n in the brown hands while the shou
n ders heaved and the big hat bobbe
3 suggestively.
n "Humph!" commented Raymon
= CONTEMPORARY, picking his way t.
ward the weeping one. Just as h
reached the spot he looked down an
u saw that the ancient rowboat wa
lying bottom upward on the rock
and that the fat bottom was broke
y and gaping.
Don't cry over spilled milk, oil
II sport" laughed Raymond, tweakin
% at the arm Of the disconsolate one.
=. "Oh, go away" protested th
!. mourner.
~ We'll, I've a great mind to an
~ leave you marooned here. What
L you say to that, young man-eh'
n He leaned over and pulled the hant
away from the tear-stained face.
ct A pair of golden-brown ey,
as drowned in tears looked up at hi
" defiantly
10 What do you say of that-wl
- why" Raymond backed away u
til he stumbled and sat down heavi
10 on a convenient rock.
T. "Why-why-whyw hat?" mimick,
at his companion brokenly.
IN "Why are you wearing those owe
of alls?" demanded Raymond heated
You've got no business going aroul
dressed as a boy!"
N Haven't To- she returned. sudde
ly, cool and defiantly.
mo, you haven't and you know
:" You might find yourself in an U
IL. pleasant predicament"