The Western news. [volume] (Libby, Mont.) 1933-current, 1935-11-28
CHAPTER XI-Continued
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was. If 1t Is on my finger you'll know
exactly"
Bully idea SO shall Now tell
me where you're off to. You were IN
a frlghtful hurry when you burs'
through that door,
$50 I was" agreed Sylvia. And
here am lettering and almost forget
ting my errand. Comet We must
hurry. I've got to go to town. want
to row me overY
"You bet your life! Show me the
boat"
Leading the way to the yellow dory.
she took her place opposite nm anu
he pushed off.
AS they sat facing one another, her
eyes roamed over his brown SUIT, ms
matching tie, handkerchief and socks
his immaculate linen his general air
of careful grooming. and she could no.
but admit he wore his clothes we'll.
He was not small town product.
Three years in an eastern prepara'
tory school. followed by four years OF
college life had knocked all that might
have been provincial out Horafio
Junior
Nevertheless these reflections. Inter
estlng though they were, proved moth
inc about his knowledge of the water.
Then she suddenly became aware
that the boat was being guided by a
master hand.
why, Hortie Fuller. | had no idea
you could row like this - exclaimed she
with admiration.
Horatio deigned no response.
''Wherever did you learn to pull such
an oary'
Varsity Crew.
"Of course. I had forgotten she
apologlzed, her eyes following as with
each splendid stroke the craft shot
forward.
Although the oarsman ignored her
appreciation he was not unmindful of
It
Where do we land2" he asked.
Anywhere"
He bent forward and with enc final
magnificent sweep sent the nose OF
the dory out of the channel
"Come on he called, leaping to
the beach.
"But-but. Hortie-I can't get ashore
here. I'll wet my white shoes
Jump
Its TOO far. Pull the boat higher
on the sand
Not on your life. Jump, darling
III catch YOU
She stood up In the bow.
Il can't It's too far
Nonsense Where's your sportin.
blood? Don't be afraid I'm RICH
here
Suppose you shouldn't catch me?'
but | shall"
He would She was certain OF 1t
Still she Wavered.
Il don't want TO jump" she ponted
you'll have to. Come on, Beau
tiful. You're wasting time
Il think you are perfectly horrfd.
she flung out as she sprang forward
An instant later she was in his arm
and tight in grip she knew hersel
powerless to loosen.
Let me 20, Hortie! Let me 60 !
she pleaded.
II shall, sweetheart All In goo'
time. Before set you free. though
we must settle one trivial point. AR
we engaged or are we not?'
She made no answer.
,,,atrn pnt Ma s.,nrf IN In
tend to duck you in the water.
we are. you shall tell me you love m
and 20 free"
A swift. shy smile illuminated he
face.
"I-I-don't want to be ducket
Hortie," she murmnred, raising he
arms to his neck.
You precious thing You shant be
Now the rest Of 1t. Say you love me.
Il guess you know that"
"But | wish to hear you say 1T
"I-I-think do"
"That's O half-hearted statement.
"I-I-know I do. Hortie.'
"Ah, that Is better. And | low
you, Sylvia. Loving you Is an old, oil
story with me-a sort Of habit. sha
never change You are too much
part OF me, Sylvia. Now pay the boa
man and you shall 60. One Is to
cheap. Two Is mlserly. The fare
three. | won't take less"
Il consider your methods despi
able announced the girl when
last he reluctantly put her down 9
her feet You blackmalled me"
Il know my Sylvia" he countere
"perhaps you'd rather | trundled bac
to New York tomorrow and offere
the ring to Estelle.'
SILLY | was only fooling" ST
protested quickly, linking her arm
his. This ring would never fit +,
teile, dearest. Her hands are tr
mendous. Didn't you ever noti
them? They are almost as large
mans. | never saw such hands"
"She's an awful nice girl just Il
same"
II don't doubt that. Come. Y
must quit fooling now and hurry
we shall never get home. Marcia "
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