Vashon Island news-record. [volume] (Vashon, Wash.) 1919-1954, 1920-10-07
AN ENTANG LEM EMIT
BY EDITH LOWELL.


marry you-yet,"
Nov, Hilda, be sensible. That's
good girl, There's absolutely no rca
son why you should put me OF so,
your only reason Is"
THAT I'm not ready. Tn not, and
since you're so angry I'll finish read
ing this story. You nre angry, aren't
you? Please be cross for I'm nearly
bored to death with your everlasting
good nuture,"
Bob glanced at her quickly. Al
though her eyes were mOclJing, there
was n hint of earnestness In her words
that made him uneasy.
"Why, Hilda, little girl, what ls It?
Are you tired Of me3"
"No, Bob, not tired. It's just be-
cause everything ls'too good to be true.
! want romancei adventure Listen,
Bob, when | wns little tot It was
YOU who hauled me in your cart.
rode on your veloclpede, you pulled me
out Of the duck pond. You've danced
with me, studied with me, and loved
me, 1t has always been you--nothing
has ever come between us-and now
you want me to marry your
1t was astonishing, but 1t was
true-lIllda was crying. With burst
Of tears she continued: "You enlisted
and went to camp, but you never
even-got across It's the most com.
monplace and unromantic love ] ever
heard Of There"
"Why, Hilda, little girl, don't know
what you mean-or what to debut
isn't love enoughf' His arm stole
around her.
Bob want to be rescued want
you to be hero | want you to snatch
me from the jaws of horrible death,
TO carry me from n burning building |!
Anything-anything =! Bob, dear, only
Iets not Just be married and live hnp'
ply ever AFTER want an adventure
something different, something to re-
member ana thrill at even after ten
Years
lhat hisht "heh BOD was alone IN
ms room ne ponuereu the question
deeply "hat coulu ne do-What cou'o
il"h III Such pos''ion 90!
hut l"'e often steps III ana settles
our diiilcult problems wheh we least
expect IT,
Inc next morning Hildas siX-year-
o'u helshDor' stahleE Mason iouhd her
III i'er s"rueh' oh' MISS hllua' won
you please nave picnic win me 'his
"lterhooh' Mother gong away an
JUST nate 10 stay with ha'ie.
why, stan, Ia love to. what shall
we do, ana where snail we nave our
plcnicF
81 tell you what; I'll get my fish
lines and you can take us in your car
and we'll fish In Shady Brook"
THAT will be lovely, dear. II mother
says you may we will start at three
o'clock. I'm so glad you invited me
I'll put up the luncheon. You run and
ask your mother"
1t was only four miles to the slug
glsh little brook. and in a short time
they stopped by the side of the seldom
used road. After Stanley had actually
landed a fish, Hilda thought she would
try her flsherman's luck. Stan seemed
10 enjoy batting her hook with wig.
Cling worm, though Hilda had to turn
away.
After losing her bait several times
she felt heavy Jerking on her line
She pulled It in. exclaining: "Oh |
must have the grandfather Of nil
fshesr She gave tremendous NH
and there on the bank beside her
Law n horrible great wrigplIpg col AT
HIldn's cry of alarm Stanley ran to.
ward her, hut ne was inst n little how.
and Hllda's terror frightened him, TIe
began to wall, HYda's panic increased
as she scrambled M the steep bank.
Tho line somehow became entanpled
about her ankle with the eel milling
and writing Mt the end of the line
Hilda screamed and struggled but
could not release her foot. She sud.
g., 80.