Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1919-02-13


as the boat r,eiea away from the
sunker snag, her bow ripped open, AL.
len spun The wheel and the stricken
craft swung toward the shore.
Hold Tight" he yelled to the girl
as the launch. driven by her powerful
engine @edgcd her splinlered hull
deep into the muddy bauN. 1t was half
full OF water. but could sink no tar.
ther.
Now you've gone and done IL, Matt
Allen. came from the girl How are
we going TO get back to the others?"
He surveyed the wreck ruefully.
Not N this boat That's cnch,"
he conceded.
The uan was a i0ose.jonted s!en.
der Individual. whose marked charac.
teristics were the size and number of
his lrcckles and the extreme redhess
OF his hair
His features were not particularly
interesting and strayed around over
his face in manner most disconcert.
ing to a person who loved regularity
In all things.
Beatrice Martin surveyed him with
disapproval She also was slender
and bore the marks OF days spent un.
der the sun. Hers was the complex.
ion--and the frecles--of one who
played tennis and so!f and took advan.
taGe Of every other excuse to live in
the open.
She was not particularly pretty. At
first sight she impressed one as plain;
then you conceded she was interest.
ing! finally you awoke to full appre.
citation and protested she was won
tefful,
Allen grew nervous under her stare
and leaped to the bank. He had no
desire to alarm his companion, but he
feared their adventure would prove
more embarrassing than at first was
apparent.
I'm take look around" he called
out cheerfully as lie disappeared in
the timber.
Five minutes of walking and he
pushed through fringe of Willows.
His suspicious were confirmed. The
main channel of the river lay before
him. They were on an island.
When he had completed circuit of
the narrow strip of land he went back
TO lay the situation before the girl.
What kind of castaway do l
make?" he began. We're up against
it hard. Bee: we're on an island, and
i can't figure out how we're going to
get off,"
"Oh. it's not so bad, surely" the
ut nE Gthnt-'I1 nd
make q search"
The man groaned.
But they are expecting us to run
down below Whites Island and take
car Tor home" he pointed out. "They
won't Know until tomorrow that we
haven't showed up"
Full realization Of the situation
caused them TO look at each other in
dumb dismay.
Iail an hour before they had left
e club house up the river, intending
10 make a ten-rnia run in the launch
ard catch II train for Carrolton at
WalSenda. H..r
Tho girl broke the silence.
Are you sure we're on an island?"
Reasonably 80. I've been clear
around It,"
Beatrice Martin was regarded as
remarkably .self-possessed young
woman, and never had she come so
near 10 losing that reputation as when
Alien made plain their predicament.
The tortuous channels between the
many islands. were visited but rarely
e1cn by the few fishermen in the vi.
cinity. They were as effectually cast.
aways rs though they had been
wrecked on coral island in the Pa.
cifc. ,.,"a
The girl spanned the narrow chan.
nei with her eyes. ~~e 49, ,,
i on might swim across" she sug.
ac..-t' '"
here was silence; then Allen
rolled cod into the muddy stream
with E.s heel and stood up. "As long
a's we're here. why. we're here" he
said. The first thing is to start a
signal fire or put up a flag. Inciden-
tally. how about eats?" ~
Bee. waved hand toward box of
chocolates on the padded seat beside
her.
y "ce.' he grunted; satisfying un-
der normal conditions, but hardly con-
stitu;ng what is known as a rectang-
Llar meal"
81 believe you are the man in the
case she observed isn't it the
popular idea that the man is supposed
to provide the foOd?"
"It is" Allen laughed, "and, seeing
AS how you are The woman in the case,
III get on the Job. Can't really say,
Pm so awfully sorry we hit that snag,"
he continued MS he fumbled in the mo-
torboats lockers. I've been trying
TO get n word alone with you for a
week."
you've been with me every day,"
she Countered.