The Snowflake herald., 1920-04-16
THE STORM
BY ELEANOR r. JOHNSON.

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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 restIessIy 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, l guess this is the 43rd
time | have asked, bur won't you
please come cut rowing for just a lit
tie while? It's so much cooler in the
bay,
So for the 43rd time Mr. Savoy tried
to refuse, but it was impossible. Bar
bara had really been rather patient.
therefore it was only just that she
should be rewarded.
We'll, for only a little while, but
mind you, don't bring that young fel-
low along that you were talking with
this morning He doesn't seem to have
any gUlaption, whatsoever"
BarbaIa was too happy to have this
testy lttte remark spoil her fun, and
snatching up a pair of oars from the
landing, she ran down to one OF 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
blanket Ii was unmistakable that .
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 storm 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 it's contents over the edge
OF the boat.
Father, it's almost hopeless" Bar
bara shouted between the deafening
clans 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 a lurch and
then sank beneath the surface with
sckening 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
living 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, BarbyI How
do you feel now?"
Zine, daddy; but tell me, how did
we come out so safely?"
"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
I was running along the shore and saw
i him and shouted and, while | held on
\ to you with one hand and kept up
with the other, he rushed IN and
helped u.s."
A week passed before either Bar
I bara or her father saw Robert GarricK
again. Then it all happened When
Barbara was at the post Office Tor man
AS she was looking over the plle ol
envelopes. Garrick stepped up
.sWouId you like to ride back 70 1he
hotel with me?' he inquired. am
going past there"
barbara looked up and, greatly
pleased. she exclaimed, "Oh, it IS you
i do so want to thank you FOR Wha'
-"
Never mind that now, ne inter
nosed genially. Jump into the car