The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-04-09
THE STORM
BY ELEANOR r. JOHNSON.


1t had been hot, sultry day, almost
unbearable to even the most devout
lover Of summer weather. and the late
afternoon had approached without
even a breath of wind.
Barbara Savoy, a pretty, fair-haired
girl, moved restlessly about on the
porch Of one Of the north shores most
famous hotels. Her father was seated
In shaded corner, eagerly devouring
the headlines and columns of the daily
paper. Barbara approached him.
Father, ! guess this is the 43rd
time ! have asked, but won't you
please come out rowing for just lit
tie while? It's so much cooler in the
bay!" ~
So for the 43rd fine Mr.. Savoy tried
to refuse, but it was impossible. Bar
bara had really been rather patient.
therefore 1t was only just, that she
should be rewarded.
X. well, for only little WHILE but
mind you. don't bring that young fell
low along that you were talking with
this morning. He doesn't seem to have
any 'gumption, whatsoever"
Barbara was too happy to have this
testy little remark spoil her fun, and
snatching up u pair Of oars from the
boats.
While they were bounding merrily
over the waves the clouds in the sky
were keeping apace. Heavy black
clouds covered the heavens like a
blanket. 1t was unmistakable that a
storm was coming up.
Row, Barby! Perhaps we can get
to the shore before the storm breaks"
and Mr.. Savoy pulled fiercely on the
oars, while Barbara, feeling how dan
gerous their position was, added her
strength to the race.
Suddenly the stor1n broke, and the
wind seemed to vent his wrath on the
light craft. The two mere human be-
ings fought bravely, but without avail.
The boat began to fill with the down
pour Of rain, and the waves which
washed over the sides.
Laying down the useless oars, Mr..
Savoy dropped on his knees in the
bottom Of the boat, and baled; baled
as fast as he could fill his straw hat
and dump its contents over the edge
Of the boat.
Father, it's almost hopeless" Bar
bara shouted between the deafening
claps Of thunder. Lets just float as
long as we can, and then do the next
best thing-try to SWIM"
1t seemed as If nature heard her
words. The boat gave lurch and
then sank beneath the surface with q
sickening groan. Barbara heard her
| father shout and then the water bub
bled unpleasantly in her ears.
When Barbara became conscious
| several hours later she found herself
| lying on her bed at the hotel. Foot
steps sounded in the hallway and Mr.
Savoy entered. He looked pale and
worn, but his face lighted up as Bar
bara turned toward him.
"A little adventure, Barby! How
| do you feel nova"
Zine, daddy; but tell me, how did
| we come out so safelyT'
wonderful luck is all l can say
Barby. But at any rate that fellow
Robert Garrick, that you were talking
with this morning, is all right! He
| was running along the shore and saw
him and shouted and, while l held on.
to you with one hand and kept VI
with the other, he rushed in and
| helped u.s."
A week passed before either Bar
bara or her father saw Robert Carried,
again. Then it all happened wher
! Barbara was at the post Office for mail
AS she was looking over the pile Of
envelopes, Garrick stepped up.
"Would you like to ride back to the
hotel with met" he inquired. II am
going past there"
Barbara looked up and, greatly
pleased, she exclaimed, "Oh, 1t is you
l do so want to thank you for what
| "
Never mind that now" he inter
| posed genially. Jump into the cal
and maybe we can talk about that
later"
They did stop at the hotel, but Il
was only while Barbara left hel
fathers mail. For after that she tool
the first of many enjoyable rides tina
summer, and when she returned home
in the fall Robert Garrick felt tina
next summer and Barbara were tn,
| onlv things tO live for