Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1918-08-20

But never can tell you, for we are
never alone. Was there ever such a
courtship, such marriage, and such
wedding journey as ours?"
1t proved to be long. long night, for
the boat, though roomy, was uncom-
Portable. Daylight brought an in
creased breeze which heeled the boat
further. Fortunately the haze was not
thick enough to wholly obscure the sun
and so O'Reilly was enabled to hold his
course. But he did not like the look
of things. In time there came a spite
full drizzle which completely hid the
sun and left no indication of the course
except the direction whence drove the
rain.
No one spoke now. Even Esteban lay
silent, shivering miserably upon his
sodden bed. Rosa finally Strengthened
her aching back and smiled at her hus-
band.
Are we going DOWN." she asked.
"Oh no! This is merely squall," he
told her, with an assumption Of conf
dence he was far from feeling.
Deliverance came suddenly, and from
the least-expected quarter. Out of the
mist to starboard there materialized a
shape, a schooner driving ahead of the
wind. The refugees deserted her stimuli
taneously and stood ankle deep In the
wash. waving their hats and their Gala
Dashes, and shouting crafty until she
saw them and fetched up.
There was babble of voices, shout
ed questions, hysterical answers. Rosa
was weeping softly; Norine had lifted
Esteban and now clutched him tight.
while her tears fell upon his face.
The schooner was sponger bound
Tor Nassau; its blackbird crew spoke
English and they willingly helped the
strangers oversize, laughing and shout
ing In childlike display of excitement.
Soon there was hot food and coffee,
dry beds and blankets for those who
needed them.
johnnie tucked his bride snugly into
one OF the hard berths, then stopped
and kissed her. Rosa's teeth were
chattering, but she smiled happily.
Gods hand directed u.s. she said.
"One only needs to pray long enough
and strong enough and he will hear"
1t was a month later. Quaint old Mas
sau lay doing under an afternoon sun.
Up from the beach came O'Reilly and
his youthful alter ego, Jacket. They
were clad in clean white clothes: a
month of rest had done them good
Jacket was no longer wizened; he was
plump and sleek and as full! of mischief
as colt, while O'Reilly's ieanness
had disappeared and he filed his gar
ments as a man should.
They turned in through picket gate
and up a walk. At the end stood cot
tage with wide porches hidden beneath
jasmine and honeysuc6le and morning
glory vines.
"Look, Rosa /" Jacket lifted the
heavy string of fish. 1--WE had stu
pendous luck" But Rosa was in her
husbands arms and neither she nor
O'Reilly had eyes for anything but
each other.
Rosa had vastly changed. She was
clad in a charming little muslin dress
there were dimples in her cheeks, she
wore heavy Marechal Neil bud at her
breast. O'Reilly held her off and de.
voured her with his eyes.
Sweetheart, you grow fresher and
more beautiful every hour" said he.
Rosa danced upon her toes, and
tugged at him. "But come quickly and
see the surprise we have. I've been
wild for your return, so hurry" She
led him swiftly up the steps, and there
standing beside chair, was Esteban
Varona, "He dressed himself and
walked out here alone. He's we'll -
"Esteban! Really"
The brother nodded decisively cts
true. 1 rebelled at last. Tomorrow II
walk to the gate and the next day well
go fishing. Here's letter from Leslie