Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1920-12-31
THE DOLPHINS
BY A C. HOLMES.

20. 1920, by Mcclure Newspaper
"Oh Mr.. Campbell. seel" exclaimed
Janet Ashmont, rising in her seat III
the motorboat.
"Those monsters are called black
fish," he replied. There is a Dig
school and some of them are 10 feet
long. I'm going ashore"
"Please, don't go-the fishermen
aren't minding," demonstrated the
fearless young woman.
But the creatures are chasing US,
Janet. See. one just leaped right u
of the waterl Suppose one jumps at
us"
Campbell put on speed and soon
reached the boat mornings, some DIS
lance from the r%ock-bound shore.
Janet sat silent; she was disappoint-
ed. for she had been enjoying her
boat ride.
Frank stopped and gazed up and
around the sky. A black cloudbank
lowered on the eastern horizon.
Frank knotted the ropes securely and
then adjusted a canvas covering. He
was very methodical.
"My boat is dancing where l tied
her myself before l was Ill | haven't
a over. either" calculated Janet,
s%pitefuly.
"That is only a matter Of judg-
ment," Frank responded, assisting the
girl into his rowboat. He was gentle,
but not loverlike; but she was cross
with him.
On the shore. delaying to push off
his dory, Atwell Reynolds awaited
them.
Engine trouble. Campbell" he asked.
mo, black fish," frankly admitted
Frank.
"Oh. hoE' scoffed Atwell. "Dolphins
avoid motorboats."
/"They are strange creatures to me,
so l took no chances" retorted Frank.
Miss Ashmont," smiled the suave
Reynolds, may l ask you to accom-
pany me? The dolphins are sportful,
and like to race at a safe distance"
"TTl go with you; the water is
rough"
Frank sauntered toward an old fish
erman repairing traps. He began to
chat, but he was jealousy watching
the couple rowing away.
Since she had met Reynolds, three
weeks before at this Cape Cod re-
sort. Miss Ashmont had encouraged
the new friends advances, and had
seemed annoyed because Frank was
so unyielding.
$50 ye're afeerd of black fish,"
asked the old lobsterman, quizzically.
II did not want to chance the lady's
safety" explained Frank.
"Ye're safe in a motorboat; them
fish amt got no use for propellers."
The old man was a true weather
prophet. Suddenly the wind turned
northeast and rain fell. Frank hur-
ried out and refastened Janet's mo-
torboat. Atwell landed his passenger;
but she was frightened and drenched.
All day the storm ragged. and all
night. Several inbound boats came
ashore. Atwelrs launch was dashed
to pieces upon the rocks. Mud-black
waves rolled in. and, curling, spent
their fury in a seething, angry foam.
Among the on-lookers upon the bank
Janet stood worrying about her boat.
At length, when the wind abated,
two hardy fishermen launched a row
boat.
1.-THE fishermen will look after their
property, and wisely leave us to do
likewise" sagely suggested Frank
Campbell. "Come. Reynolds" he con-
tinued deliberately, you are the best
boatman and swimmer here; it is up
to you to assist me in saving our
friends sinking boats"
"AIl the boats in this bay aren't
worth two human lives" refused Rey
nolds.
Then a o. S. marine volunteered
to accompany Frank.
With hearts beating anXiously, the
people gathering saw the young men
battling with the breakers. They
watched them struggle from craft to
craft and bail each one light. They
cheered when the brave boatmen
drenched and chilled, reached the
shore.
The next day Frank Campbell made
a business trip to town. He was so
deeply engrossed in business affairs
tor a week, indeed, that Janet hest
tated to approach him. At last she
met him alone in a grove path. His
was formal, but she slipped
her arm into his.
81 told father about the dolphins,"
she y%entured, 'and he admires you
discretion. | got a scolding for go
ing out with Mr.. Reynolds"
I'm sorry, Janet, you were scolded ;
I dare say | bored you enough with
my logic"
"Your logicr" she repeated.
yes; in this l an a disciple of
Cotton: Deliberate with caution but
act with decision"