New Britain herald., 1924-06-07

! boulder hadn't been in the way" The three of them walked quietly down to the grave. The cross was a simple one of white board; yet the crew of tho Norwood had done well by the man who slept below. They had printed simply:
 PETER NEWHALL
 November 24, 1920
 R. l. r.
 The dignity of the simple inserlr- ton brought a soft lnster to Dorothy's eyes, but Pete stared down like a man in a dream. What a travesty 1t was, What joke on Big Chris Larson lying inarticulate fin tho casket beneath.
 Pete called tho two camp helpers and they came with their shovels. "You won't want to watch this, Mrs. Newhall," he said courteously. Would you like 10 have me row you back to the boat?"
 "I'll stay it out, Pete, thank you. I'm afraid it's going Co rain, though"
 Petes blue eyes studied the sky. In the emotional stress of the last few moments he had forgotten his old enemy. tho Northern winter. The clouds had darkened and lowered; the cold, driving rain of the North Penin- suit was certainly not far of: 'J'm afraid so, too," he commented. "lf we work fast, maybe we can get back to the ship before it breaks"
 He took one Of the three tools and turned his own big muscles to tho task. If soon became increasingly evident, however, that they could not beat the storm. and in all likelihood would be obliged to spend the night ashore, after all. At least tho caslSet could not be transported aboard till calm weather; this much was certain. For once in his life Pete blessed the gods of the storm.
 He turned with radiant smile that seemed 10 light his homely face. Don't worry. Mrs. Nevha1l." he as- sured the girl. "We'll take care of you and make you comfortable if it blows the mountains over"
 She was strangely, deeply grateful. and her warm color deepcned as she his smile. 'Tm not afraid. Pete know you'n look after US"
 And now the squall at sea was be- ginning to resemble a real hurricane The first few drops of cold rain. like fine shot. began 10 lash down al them before race horse wind: and Pete took measures for his employers comfort. He took his two men from the work. and aiding them with his own broad shoulders, he tipped the dory halfway over on the beach. Then he spread Dorothy's heavy, canvas-lincd sleeping robe be- meath it. Get under there" he in- ! titcd cordially.
 Dorothy and Ivan both were glad to obey, for all at once the clouds dissolved in drenching gusts Of rain. The higher hills were al once ob- scured in mist; and the storm. drop ping between, all but obscured the Warrior riding at anchor. And now. as the storm increased in violence, f became increasingly doubtful or not the craft could stand out in her present, exposed position.
 They soon were answered as to this. As all of them watched, ap- palled. the dim ghost that was the i ship began 10 fade into a shadow. {, The Warrior was floating away into {. the haze-leaving Dorothy and her !, to the grim soIitudts of the wild and the mercy Of the storm.
 CHATTER VIII.
 Stranded
 Dorothy could scarcely felieTe her . eyes at first. Then she leaped out from her shelter--a slender, appeal 1 ing figure in inc clouds Of fain-and called sobbingly, as if her voice would carry out to sea. Then she turned in desperation to the head guide.
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