Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1922-05-12
CHAPTER Iv.-cOntinued.

81 don't see it." he murmured husk-
lily, afraid that she might remove her
hand. II can't see any fish, Milla."
She leaned farther out over the
bank. 'Why, there, goosieI" she whis-
perea. Fright there"
81 can't see it."
She leaned still further, bending
down to point. "Why, right tn"
AT this moment she removed her
hard from his shoulder, though unwill-
hngly. She clItched at him, in fact,
but without avail. She had been too
.amiable.
A loud shrek was uttered by Threats
ADLER to vocalize, just then, than Milla's,
for in her great surprise she said moth
ing whutever-the shrek came from
the other girls as Milla left the crest Of
the oyerhanging bank and almost hor-
izontalIy disappeared into the brown
water. There was tumultuous splash,
and then of Milla Rust and her we'll
known beautifulness there was moth
ing visible in the superficial world, nor
upon tie surface of that creek. The
vanishn9ent was total.
"Save herI''
Several girls afterward admitted
having used this expression, and little
Miss Floy Williams, the youngest and
smallest member Of the class, was
unable to deny that she had said, "Oh,
God w Nothing could have been more
natural, and the matter need not have
been brought before her with such in
gistence and frequency, during the two
remaining years of her undergraduate
career.
Ramsey was one Of those who heard
this exclamation, later so famous, and
perhaps it was what reused him to
heroism. He dived from the bank,
headlong, and the strange thought in
his mind was ST guess this'll show
Dora Yocum p He should have been
thinking of Milla, of course, at such
a time, particularly after the little
enchantment just laid upon him by
AIiua's touch and Milla's curls; and
he knew well enough that Miss Yocum
was not among the spectators. She
was half a mile away, as it happened,
gathering botanical specimens" with
IOne of the teachers-which was her
idea Of what to do at a picnic!
Ramsey struck the water hard, and
in the same instant struck something
else harder. Wesley Bender's bundle
of books had given him no such shock
Jas he received now, and if the creek
bottom had not been Of mud, just
there, the top of his young head might
have declined the strain. Half stunned,
choking, spluttering, he somehow foun-
ldered to his feet; and when he could
get his eyes a little cleared of water
he found himself wavering face to face
- with a blurred vision of Milla Rust
lShe had risen up out Of the pool and
stood knee deep, like a lovely drenched
figure in fountain.
Upon the bank above them, Willis
Parker was jumping up and down,
lgesticulating and shouting fiercely.
''Now guess you're satisfied our
Efshin' is spoilt! Why'n't you listen
Ime? 1 told you it wasn't more'n three
foot deep 1 and Heinie waded all
lover this creek gettin' our bait. You're
Ia pretty sight"
OF Milla he spoke unwittingly the
literal truth. Even with her hair thus
wild and sodden, Milla rose from i'm
mersion blushing and prettier than
lever; and she was prettiest of all
when she stretched out her hand help
IIessIy to Ramsey and he led her up
out of the waters. They had plenty of
assistance to scramble to the top of
the bank, and there Milla was sur
rounded and borne away with a great
cIacketing and tumult. Ramsey sat
upon the grass in the sun, rubbed his
head, and experimental with his neck
to see If it would "work." The sun
ishine was strong and hot; in half an
hour he and his clothes were dry-or
lat least "dry enough" as he said, and
Except for some soreness OF head and