The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1918-01-11

that he was doomed to never tell his
love.
Miss Worthington was given to long
strolls. and 1t led to Boyd becoming
quite a pedestrian. He managed II
usually so that somehow. as II quite
incidentally, he would come across
her In the woods or along the lovely
paths lining the cliffs on either shore
OF the river. She seemed always
pleased to have his company. as would
any woman who recognized courtesy
and delicate attention as homage to
her worth.
Particularly one afternoon did Boyd,
passing the home Of relative where
Miss WorthingtOn was spending her
vacation, and learning that the object
of his interest was gone on her usual
stroll. hasten to seek her. There had
come q call for him from his father
In the city. He felt that he must In
some way apprize his inamorata of
his sentiments toward her. Going
down the right bank of the broad
stream, he paused In dismay when he
saw Miss Worthington on the opposite
shore.
She was viewing the scenery through
field glass, and he, standing near a
rising slope of gaunt black rock, lifted
his hat and waved 1t as she made an
unmlstakable gesture Of glad and
friendly recognition. Then q reckless
impulse swayed him.
'T'll do itw he breathed, hard and
resolute.
Boyd picked up fragment Of the
chalky stone with which the lower
formation Of the rocks abounded. He
moved towards the black face of stone.
Deliberately he traced across It's sur
face the words, 81 love you"
Breathlessly he stood aside, his
heart beating like a trip hammer. He
noted that the lovely lady across the
stream raised the field glasses to her
eyes. He was sure her glance was
fixed upon the rude scrawl. He SEEM
ed able, even at the distance Of 200
feet, to note quick flush to her
cheeks, a thrilling flash to her glorious
eyes. In wild suspense and then in
Joy, he fancied he detected the start
of an encouraging wave of her dainty
hand, as she lowered the glasses, and
then-a hayward gust of wind swept
her beautiful picture hat from her
head and into the stream.
Splash
Without a moments thought or de-
lay this modern knight of chivalry
plunged into the stream. With clasped
hands and riveted gaze, the owner of
the pretty hat stood watching Boyd.
She saw the hat floating to mid stream,
he after 1t swiftly. He seized 1t just
as he neared one of the numerous lit
tie clumps Of reeds that formed islands
in the river. Suddenly he went down.
Miss Worthington uttered a terrified
scream and sank to the ground in
swoon. Some plcnickers nearby has
tened to her side.
Boyds foot had caught In sunk
en- mass Of tangled roots. Entangled,
he sank, but through powerful efforts
was able to pull free, coming up five
screened him from view from the op-
posite shore.
He pulled away the ropelike strands
about his feet, struck out for shore,
reached It, soaked and dripping. Her
head pillowed in the lap Of lady,
Daphne opened her eyes.
"Oh! he Is lost-drowned I" she
walled, and then she noticed the limp,
dripping figure coming up the bank.
Her hat in his hand. A seraphic smile
crossed her face, and she became again
insensible.
Boyd delivered the hat to one of the
picnickers, knew that Miss Worthing-
ton was In safe hands, and vanished.
Looking the half-drowned rat, he had
no desire to be seen by his fastidious
lady love in that plight. An hour
later, however, in his usual neat
trim, Boyd learned that Miss Worth
ington had not yet returned home, and
sought her across the river shore.
In the distance he discovered her.
Daphne was seated on rock near
the spot where the love scrawl was.
She was gazing at 1t reflectlvely. He
came near to her. She arose with
grateful smile upon her beautiful lips
and neatly gloved hand extended.
"You frightened me sol" she said,
with little SILVER. "All for worth
less hat"
"You pardon my-my holiness,
hope" broke IN Boyd, impetuously,
pointing to the writing on the rock.
1T was impudent Of me, I know.
Please forgive"
"Any woman may be proud Of the
honest homage those words imply"
$50 simple-must seem childish to
lady who can so grandly describe"
'It Is their simplicity that makes
them so sweet" murmured Daphne.
do you know any more tender when
they come from true-hearted manr
II am thatl" voclferated Boyd. car
ried completely out of himself. "Oh,
Miss worthington what do you say to
that foolish scrawl7"i
"This," replied Daphne, her face
aglow, and she picked up fragment