The Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 191?-19??, 1919-05-28
HEARTS AND BOATS
By eERTRUoE N. ROCKWELL

swung along the path to the bOathouse
a Her green skirt and green and whit
smock defed the warm day and he
aark 2Ialds were colled smoothl,
Found her head. The latest magazln'
and box Of candy were tucked unde
her arm. zsgEss..
Amy consulted the little watch OF
: her brown wrist. "PlI have time, Il
row up to the cove and then have 8
, good long time to read" she unused
as she put the key into the lock.
10 her establishment, instead of the
trim green and white boat an expanse
OF water met her gaze.
Ihose boys again !" exclaimed Amy
IN dlsniay. "Now l can't have my row."
she looked longingly at the boat in the
other half of the boathOuse, but shook
! ner head. Now that's Mr.. Bowen's
and l hardly know him to speak to-
Well' I'll just sit here till those horrid
boys bring the boat in. They're fairly
caught this time"
Leaving the door ajar, she seated
herself just outside on the grass and
opened her magazine and box of candy.
BUT she read very little, so busy was
she planning how she would deal with
the boys who had unceremoniously
borrowed" the boat several times that
summer.
At last she heard the swish of the
oars as the boat rounded the point.
She crept cautiously into the boat.
house and waited. She wanted them
10 be fairly in before she spoke.
Amy had barely time to notice that
the boat had but enc occupant as it
swung into the channel leading to the
door.
His back looked large. Wen, she
would show him. 1t was all the worse
IL he We're older.
Aren't you ashamed of yourself? A
great big boy like you stealing right
in broad daylight"
The boat paused and a very good
looking young man turned astonished
eyes on the girl standing there in evil
dent wrath. He didn't look bit like a
thief, with his jolly brown eyes and
mop of curly hair. Amy stared at her
gentleman burglar in surprise. "Why
what-whO-how do you happen to be
out in my bOat?" she finally brought
out.
The young man was not disturbed.
why, there must be- some mistake"
he said, as he pulled in his oars and |
slid into the bOathOuse. This Is my
uncle's boat and he lent it to me for
the afternoon"
A skeptical light came into the girls
eyes. Probably this was one of those
smart college chaps from the camp two
miles away, and he was out for lark. |
She scorched him with a look. |
That's a likely story. The boat is
mine. have no uncle, and Certainly
never saw you before"
The. young man leaned refectively
upon his oars. He had nice smiling
around his eyes for a thief,
Amy noticed.
Il don't understand this at ALL" he
vas saying. "NOw, my uncle, Mr..
5owen, said the third boathouse from
he raft Isn't this the third?"
Light rushed into Amy's mind, and s
'olor into her cheeks. "Oh, it's this t
'oat you ought to be in" she indicated l
he one on her other side. l
You See," went on the girl, eager {
% clear things up, 81 am Amy Burt,
md this is my boat. This other is Mr.. I
'owen's, and you must be Mr.. Bowen's I
'ew York nephew. Oh, 1 am so sor- {
yw G
Too bad, but 1 can't help It," said L
he young man as he sprang to the h
'harf beside her and extended his
and. 81 am Bruce Fiske. 1t was Just
n accident my being Mr.. Bowen's
ephew, So" il
"Oh, didn't mean thatw laughed r
my. but was horrld about it, &C
using you Of being thief" a
well, certainly was caught with
lie goods. Now, Miss Burt, it's only
lir that you should let me give you
lat ride you wanted"
During the month that followed II
ade little difference to the two wheth.
it was the Burt or Bowen boat.
they hardly realized which
icy were in. On the night before he
turned to New York Amy promised
at she would sail down the sea of
70 with him.
"And so you'll forgive me for steal. M
& the boat that day." he leased her
they gllded along shore in the moon
yht.
Il suppose I'll have to-" she whis-
red, because it gave me the chance
steal your heart"
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