The St. Johns herald., 1922-07-27
CHAPTER Iv.-contlnued.

'T don't see It," he murmured husk- fly, a'raid that she might remove her band. 'I can't see any fish, Milla."
 She leaned farther out over the Sank. "Why, there, goosie!'' she whis- pered. "Rlght there"
 T can't see it."
 She leaned still further, bending down to point. "Why, right tn"
 At this moment she removed her hand from his shoulder, though unwill- ingly. She clutched at him, in fact, but without avail. She had been too amlable.
 A loud shriek was uttered by throats abler to vocalize, just then, than Milla's. for in her great surprise she said noth- ing whatever-the shriek came from the other girls as MIlla left the crest of the oVerhanging bank and almost hor- azontally disappeared into the brown water. There was tumultuous splash, and then of Mllla Rust and her we'll known beautifuhess there was noth- ing visible In the superficial world, nor upon the surface of that creek. The vanishment was total
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 Several girls afterward admitted having used tfls expression, and little Miss FlCy Williams, the youngest and smallest member of the class, was unable to deny that she had said, "Oh, GodI" Nothing could have been more natural, and the matter need not have been brought before her with such In- Sistence and frequency, during the two remaining years of her undergraduate career.
 Ramsey was one of those who heard thls exclamation, later so famous, and perhaps 1t was what reused him to herotsm. He dived from the bank, headlong, and the strange thought in his mind was 'T guess thisIl show Dora YocumI" He should have been thinking Of Milla, of course, at such a time. particularly after the little enchantment just laid upon him by Mula's touch and MiIla's curls; and he knew well enough that Miss Yocum was not among the spectators. She was half mile away, as 1t happened, gathering "botanical specimens" with one of the teachers-which was her idea of what to do at a picnicI
 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 as 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 f1oun- dered to his feet; and when he could get his eyes little cleared of water he found himself wavering face to face with a blurred vision of Milla Rust. She had risen up out of the pool and stood knee deep, like lovely drenched figure in fountain.
 Upon the bank above them, Willis Parker was jumping up and down, gesticulating and shouting f1ercely. 'Now I guess you're satisfied our fshIn' Is spoiltl Why'n't you listen met told you 1t wasn't mOre'n three foot deepi I and Heinie waded all over this creek gettin' our bait. You're a pretty sightl"
 Of MIlla he spoke unwittingIy the literal truth. Even with her hair thus wild and Sodden, Milla rose from im- mersiOn hlushing and prettier than ever; and she was prettiest of all when she stretched out her hand help tessly to Ramsey and he led her up cut of the waters. They had plenty of assistance to scramble to the top Of the bank, and there MiIla was sur founded and borne away with a great eIacketing and tumult. Ramsey sat uDOu the grass in the sun. rubbed his