White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1935-08-22

above the house in Clouds" was Mar
GAS careless answer. 1.-THE Prince
regards them as his natural enemies.
He delights to chase them up the
beach and send them whirling into the
air. Apparently he resents their chat
ter"
Again the dog growled.
Almost Immediately hand fumbled
with the latch, and as the door swung
open, a man staggered blindly into the
room.
He was hatless, wet to the skin, and
shivering with cold, and before Mar
cha could reach his side, he lurched
forward and fell at his feet.
Quick, Sylvia, close the door and
heat some broth. The poor fellow Is
exhausted. He's chilled to the bone"
who is hep"
mo one know-a stranger. Bring
that pillow and help me slip it under
his head. Well let him rest where he
is moment"
Her fingers moved to the bronzed
wrist.
Hes all right" she whispered. "Just
cold and worn out. He'll be himself
presently"
She swept the matted hair, lightly
sprinkled with gray, from the mans
forehead and wiped his face.
An interesting face it was-intelli-
gent and high-bred, with well-cut fea-
lures and firm determined chin.
A sweater of blue wool, blue serge
suit, socks of tan and sport shoes to
match them chung to the tall, slender
figure, and on the hand lying across it
sparkled a diamond sunk in a band
Of wrought gold.
1t was not the hand of a fisherman,
tanned though it was; nor yet that of
sailor. Rather, it belonged to a
scholar, writer, painter, or pos
slbly to physician, for it was strong
as well as beautifully formed.
Sylvia bent to adjust the pillow, and
her eyes and Marcia's met.
Who was this man?
Whence came he?
What disaster had laid him here
helpless before them?
AS if their questions penetrated his
consciousness, the stranger slowly
opened his eyes.
Sorry to come here like this" he
murmured. "The fog was so thick,
lost my bearings and my power-boat
ran aground. I've been trying hours
to get her off. She's hard and fast on
your sand-bar"
He struggled to rise and Marcia,
kneeling beside him, helped him into
an upright position where he sat, lean
ing against her shoulder.
II seem to have brought in about
half the sea with me-" he apologized,
looking about in vague, half-dazed
fashion.
mo matter. We're used to salt
water here" she answered. .How do
you feel? You're not hurt?"
"Only a little. Nothing much. I've
done something queer to my wrist.
was trying to push the boat off, and
something suddenly gave way"
Turning his head aside, he bit his
lip as if in pain.
We'll telephone Doctor Stetson
Meanwhile, you mustn't remain in
these wet clothes. There Is no surer
way of catching cold. Do you think
you could get upstairs if Sylvia and
guided you?"
II guess so-if it isn't far I'm alb
surdly dizzy. don't know why. I
suppose, though, must shed these
wet togs."
"You certainly must. Come, Sylvia,
lend hand! Well help him up"
"Oh, I'm not in such a bad way as
all that. I can get up alone" he pro-
tested. "Only please wait just another
minute. The whole place has suddenly
begun to pitch again like ship in
midocean. Perhaps may be faint. I
haven't eaten anything for day or
two"
why didn't you tell me? The soup,
quick Sylvia. only wish I had some
brandy. Well, at least this is hot and
will warm you up. I'll feed you. Hand
me the cup and spoon, Sylvia"
But I feel like a baby" fretted the
stranger.
mo matter. We must get some
thing hot inside you right away. Don't
fuss about how it's done,' said the
practical-minded Marcia. 'There! Yea
look better already! Later you shall
have real, honest to- goodness meal.
Run and call Doctor Stetson, Sylvia,
and open the bed in the room opposite
mine. You might light the heater there
too"
AS the girl sped away, Marcia turned
toward her visitor.
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