American Falls press. [volume] (American Falls, Idaho) 1907-1937, 1917-10-05

40 A011EA IL IL INT EIGa
Does Mrs. Green ordinarily drink
too much?' be asked.
His guess was too neal the mark for
comfort. I took out my knife and cut
bis bonds.
Thanks. old man." said the reporter.
slowly stretching his aching muscles.
"They are waiting to take you back
to Fair View" | informed him.
They be inquired Who are
they?"
"Au the principal characters in that
story you we're going to write. By the
way, your name is Jones - Clarence
Jones-you're an old school friend Of
mine"
Amy particulars?" he asked. as We
walked down to tIhsdock.
1T isn't necessary. They won't have
a chance to pump you because you are
going to be towed behind the rest in a
roWboat."
why is that?"
you promised not to ask any more
questions" l reminded him.
At the dock / introduced him per-
functorily to his fellow voyagers, and
be took his seat docilely in the row.
boat.
Bill johnson cranked up his engine,
and the Merry Widow started blithely
away. When she was a few feet from
the dock the engine stopped.
whats the matter-broke DOWN. l
shouted.
NO" answered Bill, Il yust stop her
because you forgot to tai me what for
Mrs. Green be on H~untingdOn's island.
You say you tai me, and you forget"
Yes" chimed in Mrs. Green, land
1 want to know how l came to be
floating out on the lake during the
storm with my red dress on"
1 reflected a moment.
The young man in the rowboat
knows all about it." I shouted. you
can ask him as soon as you get to the
, mainland" I didn't add that he would
not answer.
"Mr. Blainey," yelled the reporter as
the engine started up again,
J., Yes" l replied,
? 1.-The name Of that play is The Hon.
or Of Thieves"
! "An right" I waved my hand IN
= farewell.
The Merry Widow towed my trouble:
> around a point Of land at the entrance
Of the cove and out Of sight.
smiled to myself as I turned away
and I whistled an aria that was partly
Puccini's and partly my own in place:
= where | couldn't remember the orig
inal.
y The provisions | had brought from
H~untingdon's island were still where
had hidden them. l took them will
me. If l was going to get thoroughly
lost at least I should be well provi
stoned.
= On my way to the trackless depths
u Of this half mile wide wilderness
stopped at the summer house and IN
earthed some tea things which | knew
3 were stored there in a locker. Their
Y was a lunch cloth, silver. china.
small caddy of tea and tiny waite
heater, all Of which | added to N,
pack. Then l plunged through the IN
derbrush into the warm. soft bypath
of the woods.
After | had lost myself il the fOres
II as far as ! could without coming on
again on the other side | put down N,
burden and prepared to abandon my
self to despair as comfortably as pos
: sible. | was rather relieved to fin
2 that | had given up hope of 6ndin.
my way very close to the spring whicI
) believe / have mentioned as existinI
n on the island. At any rate | shout
Z not die of thirst.
A fairly fiat tree stump looked ez
traordinarily like a table when a clot
was spread on it and places for tive
There was a cheerful look, too, abou
the teakettle when the alcohol lam
- under it had been Lit long enough t
make it send out tiny curly spirals q
steam. And over all a flicker of SUI
a light romped about the table as If th
fairy Tinker Bell were touching tn
d dishes to make it a magic feast.
did not eat, though. Instead lei
~ urely brewed a pot Of tea. l had new,
cared a great deal about tea befor
H. but the aroma Of that particular bre.
will haunt me when other perfume
have lost their SAVIOR.
l drew up two pieces of fallen trs
trunk to serve as chairs and seated m.
self on one side of the table. My ira
was ready.
~ Presently there was the sound {
breaking twigs in the underbrush nea,
i by. | pretended not to notice. The
s. Tootles came forth. frisking and wal
ging her tail. I petted her.
Some coughed in back Of me.
d. turned. Parting the bushes on eith'
side like the folds of a heavy green We
be vet drop curtain stood the shy spirit
y. the wood.
s. - had to make you turn around
De she said apologetically. 'and get it ov'
with"
Never was a fairer ROsalind. 81
z held up her head with a Cine courage
spite of the crimson bushes whiC