The Wrangell sentinel., 1919-08-28

any "oiuuh "AAo ACSo6hhLSu SooA tCSy and delicate attention as homage to her worth.
 Particularly one afternoon did Boyd, passing the home of a 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 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 rising slope of gaunt black rock, lifted his hat and waved 1t as she made an unmistakable gesture of glad and friendly recognition. Then reckless impulse swayed him.
 "I'll do u" 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, T love you"
 Breathlessly he stood aside, his heart beating like 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 POO feet, to note a 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 wayward 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 It, 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 picnickers nearby has tened to her side.
 Boyd's foot had caught in sunk he sank, but through powerful efforts was able to pull free, coming up five feet away, where the high reeds screened him from view from the op- posite shore:
 He pulled away the ropelike strands about his feet. struck out for shore, reached 1t, soaked and dripping, Her head pillowed In the lap of lady, Daphne opened her eyes.
 "Oh! he Is lost-drowned ]" 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 fastidlous 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 neag the spot where the love scrawl was. She was gazing at 1t collectively. He came near to her. She arose with grateful smile upon her beautiful lips and neatly gloved hand extended.
 "You frightened me so!" she said, with little shiver. All for worth. less hat"
 .You pardon my-my boldness, I hope?" broke in Boyd. impetuously, pointing to the writing on the rock. ''It was impudent of me, know. Please forgive"
 Any woman may be proud of the honest homage those words imply"
 "So simple-must seem childish to lady who can so grandly describe"
 Tt is their simplicity that makes them 80 sweet" murmured Daphne. "Do you know any more tender when they come from a true-hearted man?"
 "I am that!" vociferated Boyd, car ried completely out of himself. "Oh. Miss Worthington! what do you say to that foolish scrawl2"
 ,.Ihis," replied Daphne. her face aglow, and she picked up a fragment of the chalky rock and added a word, a single word to the chronicle, so that 1t read to the ecstatic eyes of Boyd Tyson:
 T love yoH-toe,"
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