The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1916-02-10
Nearer and nearer Tie mighty

| of oncll;(lllIellL. men IL s. ~
AGAINST the ledge with deufenins ID.
The impact sent q shudder IL Ia
the ledge. as if some giants mail ~
had buffeted it. Somehow, as the ag
and foam flew up ut them gr ",
their hands met and their sho -
touched.
The movement was neither tempera-
mental nor sentimental; it was instinc-
tive; one quite naturally shrinks from
an approaching blow. But the result
ant effect upon Crawford was like wine
madness. rather, for he brushed her
cheek with his lips.
"Forgive me, but did not mean to
do that" he cried penitently, when it
would have been much better to say
nothing.
I'VE are very foolish-or, rather, l
am,' she replied coolly. 1T is my fault
that we are both drenched"
She wiped the water from her face
and inspected her dripping shoes. 1--WE
should be sent to bed without supper"
Fear left him. She hadn't noticed; or,
better still, she chose to ignore the
temporary insanity.
Now, during this bit of comedy an
automobile had drawn up on the far
side Of the lighthouse. The two on the
ledge had heard nothing, since they
could hear only such sounds as the
wind carried to them.
A man stood by the side of the car.
He watched the two thoughtfully, saw
the comber rise and break, saw the in
clination Of the two toward each other
and Cranford's harmless folly. There
was no doubt of it; it was she.
Beautiful always; and now with the
sun on her hair and the wind on her
cheeks-an oath burned his lips. He
made as though to step forward, but
held the impulse in check. Had he not
wilfully forfeited his rights? What had
brought her here?
Crawford espied the car as it rolled
down the incline into the road along
the shore.
"Some one from the hotel,' he said
as lie noted the license number. "Shall
we return to the farm? You will catch
cold"
Come. The walk will warm us both.
Are there many at the hotel?'
Except for two chaps from Phila-
delphia, I'm the lone fisherman. They
haven't had a chance to get out yet
1t was quarter to & when they ar
rived at the farm.
Tomorrow" she said, and turned and
walked toward the farmhouse, stop
ping only when she reached the door.
She laid her hand upon her cheek
How briskly he strobe away! She
wondered if he was whistling. The
gested it. He had kissed her, but it
had been only a boy and girl kiss
clumsy, awkward, dilident, honest.
The thought of it warmed her heart
a little. He hadn't meant to do it.
; May she never be forced to accept trib-
ute from any man less innocent than
that kiss He did not love her; he only
imagined he did.
AS Crawford mounted the hotel steps
Il smile lay hidden in the crook of his
: lips.
What were these chaps up to? The
short, Wiry man with the Stubby black
. mustache he had instantly recognized
=. as one of the two men he had seen in
the hotel bar just before leaving New
:, York
II The handsome chap was without
q doubt the same Warren had advised
!, him to watch. At the train gate he ha(
u not been able to take an accurate i'm
o preston OF the young mans face, the
It light being insufficient, but the scar
made his identity certainty.
l., Mr. Hanchett and Mr.. Dennison
a very good. He had joined them in
n game of three cushion billiards the pre-
vious night, and they had played re
markably we'll. 1t amused him Il
70 think that if they We're laughing il
< their sleeves there was room enough
in his for a smile.
n "Hello!" he said, stopping befor
their rocking chairs. Hard luck yo1
v chaps are having. You'll get out TO
;" morrow all right, though. The gale i
re blowing itself out. If l We're you L,
Ii try the bay over the way There's bee
er lee there, and bass will have gone in.
~ TN be glad to meet Mr.. Bass" sal
Mr.. Dennison, stroking his mustache.
THAT'S the trouble with the waite
IS, up here" said Mr.. Hanchett, foldin
at his newspaper. Great fishing grounds
a but it blows too much.'
of You have fished here before|
id ooh no. The guide has been tellin
in me. How about little game of hi
at lards after dInner:'
ct Glad to- Crawford proceeded int
IS: the office.
IL Mr.. Hanchett smiled. and Mr.. Del
"a nison coughel slightly behind his han
ell Not II tumble murmured Mr.. De-
le. nison.
he "There's where you're wrong.
en- recognized mellow don't know-tl
,al moment he laid eyes on me. Just
ny little start, but it was enough for m