Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1915-03-10

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"The Poor Young Thing" Murmured
Mrs. Barnes.
packed away in salt, the mudhool
raised. and the schooner Betty set hel
sails for tie southwest Barnes real
ICED that to save the girl she must
have doctor who knew his business
Mrs. Barnes would know how to care
for the girl, once she knew what the
trouble was. There would be some
news In the papers. A young and
beautiful woman did not jump from
big Atlantic liner without the newspat
pers getting hold of the facts.
A fair wind carried the Betty into
her haven, and shortly after Florence
was sleeping peacefully in feather
bed, ancient, 1t Is true, but none the
less soft and inviting. In all this time
she had not spoken a single word.
'The poor young thing" murmured
the motherly Mrs. Barnes. "What
beautiful hair! o, John, wish you
would give up the sea. hate 1t, II
is terrible. am always watching
you in my minds eye. in calm wealth.
er, in storms. Pieces Of wrecks come
ashore, and always wonder over the
death and terror back of them
Don't y worry none about me
| Betty. never take no chances. Now
| I'm goin' int tn village an, bring
back tn sawbones He'll tell us what
| t. do"
The village doctor shook his grizzled
head gravely
| "She's been hurt and shocked at the
same time: 1t will be many days be.
fore she comes around to herself Just
let her do as she pleases. Only keep
an eye on her so that she doesn't wan
der off and get lost I'll watch the
newspapers and If come across any1
thing which bears upon the case IN
notify you"
But he searched the newspapers in
vain, for the simple fact that he did
not think to glance over the old ones,
The village took good deal of in.
terest In the affair. They gossiped
! about it and strolled out to the Barnes
cottage to satisfy their curiosity. One
thing was certain to their simple
minds: some day Barnes would get q
great sum of money for his kindness.
| They had read about such things in
the family story paper. She was rich
mans daughter; the ring on the I'M
known's finger would have fitted out
fleet.
Florence was soon able to walk
about. Ordinary conversation she
seemed to understand; but whenever
shake her head with frowning eyes.
Her main diversion consisted Of sitting
on the sand dunes and gazing out at
sea- Il
! One day q stranger came to town.
He said he represented q life insur.
ance company and was DIP here from
Boston to take little vacation. He
i sat on the hotel porch that evening,
surrounded by an admiring audience
The stranger had been all over the
world, so 1t seemed. He spoke famil-
iarly Of St. Petersburg, Vladivostok,
Shanghai as the villagers some Of
them might have spoken Of Boston.
There were one or two old timers
among the audience. They had been
to all these parts. The stranger knew
what he was telling about. After tell.
Ing of his .nany voyages he asked II
there was good bathing beach near.
by. He was told that he would find
the most suitable spot near Captain
Barnes cottage just outside the VII.
lage.
"An' say. Mister, seen anythin' in
tn papers about missin' young WON
am" asked some one.
Missing young woman? What's
that?"
The man told the story Of F1orence's
leap into the sea and her subsequent
arrival at the cape.
That's funny" said the stranger
IT don't recollect reading about any
. young woman being lost at sea. But
those big liners are always keeping
such things under cover. Hoodeos the
ship, they say. and turns prospective
passengers to other lines. It hurts
business What's the young girl lool
| like?" AZ
Florence was described infinitely. Tha
stranger teetered In his chair and
smoked. Finally he spoke r.