The pioneer-review. [volume] (Philip, Haakon County, S.D.) 1920-current, 1922-03-02
II ~as mysterious ard. oil, VI TEST.

bul she ulull WANT 10 lulilh- Cheoh-
>cionsiy Carol piled her paddle swift
er and swifter.
III sudden the canoe Quivered.
came Ia dead stop. Yet there was
40 jar Of impact. Carol peered anx-
iouSly into the mist. Close ahead She
maize or n bulk, indiStinct, formless
save for The dim outline Of Il fogsy
arm which surprisingly terminated III
Il strong brown hand graSpins the
prov of her craft.
Ii was a man in Il boat. Of course,
and he had put out hand in time
to prevent collision. But why didn't
he speak, There was something IA
miliar about that hand-bui supp0sing
il wasn't!
who is il? Why don't YOU say
something? Let go, please There
was slight quayer in Carols words.
only lone fisherman" came the
answer. Then, after Il moment "Oh.
As 10 letting you go--when the sun
rises the mist will lift: until then il
is not safe for you 10 paddle around
alone
Ii was Stanley M1rrick, OF course.
| Why play with herself at being sur
| prised when Ii was the very thing
she had hoped would happen. Hut
| now. when what she had longed for
had come 10 pass, Carol persersely
| determined /" spoil it all. She would
| not answer. When il grew lighter she
would Just paddle away with II muir
INJURED Thank you Then il would
sc overland she would have To con-
| trive another chance to see him.
| What was il she was saying: She
would do no such thing
| The mist WIS thinning. The figure
of The man in the boat took shape.
He held a fishrod in his other hand,
with a thumb on the reel. His eyes
were on his line. Grasping her paddle,
| Carol thrust it into the water. Per
haps if she were To start ahead sud
denly that hand must perforce loosen
| its grasp and she would be free. But
her muscles refused to work.
Then there were two hands on the
rod and meme on the bow OF the canoe
Nevertheless Carol sat motinnless.
perhaps its clear enough row for
YOU 10 get around without humping
| Into the other boats on the bay" said
| fiie man.
| Stung by fancied insinnation in
Merrick's words, the girls paddle was
| poised. when again the brown hand
| a llr ny,n., Z,
last"
The tone was casual. as though he
were askin. this thing for the first
/ time.
As though She had not refused I"
accompany him many times on such
u trip. why not iuin me: Have my
coffee pot along, and some bacon
Caught a couple ut fish before yoil
came"
Carol was sure afterward that Slt,
did not answer, YET She found herself
being helped into the skin and her
own craft was made fast 10 its stern.
| They landed at flat rock and Stan-
| ley built Il fireplace OF stones, and
III il fire of little sticks. He cooked
the bacon and fish and made coffee
in IL battered pot They sal close to-
| yether and ate. Surely nothing on
earth or IN heaven ever tasted better
Than that breakfast
The mist cleared 10 disclose The
sun some distance above The horizon.
| Its golden light turned the tide stained
| rock II mellow brown as Carol some
how found her hand i'll one that
matched the rock IL color. Then the
owner OF the sunbroWned hand
turned his eyes from the Sun-hecked
waters TT the hay into the dark wells
| of Carols eyes and meditated on the
mysteries of the deep--those con
ce.iled by the waters of the cartl, and
| BY Il wonan's eye.
My" he began. did yuil~ But
he got no further. 4 robin singing in
tree top and slight pressure of the
| hand he held was answer enough for
any question.