Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1936-03-12
CHAPTER XI-Continued
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a6O IOo a hV AoSo
was. II 1t Is on my finger you'll know
exactly"
Bully idea So l shall. Now tell
me where you're of to. You were In
a frIghtful hurry when you burs'
through that door,
$50 ! was" agreed Sylvia. And
here l am lettering and almost forget
ting my errand. Comet We must
hurry. I've got to 60 to town. Want
to row me overf"
"You bet your life! Show me the
boat"
Leading the way to the yellow dory,
she took her place opposite him and
he pushed of.
As they sat facing n another, her
eyes roamed over his brown suit; his
matching tie, handkerchief and socks;
his immaculate linen; his general air
of careful grooming, and she could not
but admit he wore his clothes well.
He was not a small town product.
Three years In an eastern prepare
tory school, followed by four years of
college life had knocked all that might
have been provincial out OF Horatio
Junior.
Nevertheless these reflections, inter
esting though they were, proved moth
Ing about his knowledge Of the water.
Then she suddenly became aware
that the boat was being guided by a
master hand.
why, Hortie Fuller, l had no idea
you could row like this !" exclaimed she
with admiration.
Horatio deigned no response.
wherever did you learn to pull such
an oar?"
VARSITY Crew."
"Of course. / had forgotten" she
~apologized, 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 land?" he asked.
Anywhere"
He bent forward and with one final
magnificent sweep sent the nose OF
the dory out Of the channel.
"Come on" he called, leaping to
the beach.
"But-but, Hortle-I can't get ashore
here. I'll wet my white Shoes"
Jump"
"It's too far. Pull the boat higher
on the sand"
mot on your life. Jump. darling
I'll catch you"
She stood up in the bow.
Il can't. It's too far"
Nonsense! Where's your sportins
blood? Don't be afraid. I'm righI
here"
Suppose you shouldn't catch me?'
But l shall"
He would. She was certain of 1t
Still she wavered.
II don't want to jump" she ponted
you'll have to. Come on, Beau
tiful. You're wasting time"
Il think you are perfectly horrid,
she flung out as she sprang forward
An instant later she vas In his arm
and tight in a grip she knew hersel
powerless to loosen.
Let me go, Hortiel Let me go !!
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.
IF we're not" he went on II In
tend to duck you in the water. |
we are, you shall tell me you love nj
and 20 free"
A swift, shy smile illuminated he
face.
"I-I-don't want to be ducked
Hortie," she murmured, raising he
arms to his neck.
you precious thing! You shan't be
Now the rest of it. Say you love me.
II guess you know that"
"But l wish to hear you say It."
"I-I-think | do"
"That's o h%alf-hearted statement.
"I-I-know | do, Hortle."
"Ah, that is better. And | low
you, Sylvia. Loving you Is an old, oil
story with me-a sort Of habit. | shal
never change. You are too much
part Of me, Sylvia. Now pay the boa
man and you shall go. One Is to
cheap. Two is misery. The fare
three. won't take less"
Il consider your methods despit
able" announced the girl when q
last he reluctantly put her down o
her feet. 'You blackmailed me-"
Il know my Sylvia" he counteret
perhaps you'd rather l trundled bac
Il New York tomorrow and 0ffere
the ring to Estelle."
silly l was only fooling," sh
protested quickly, linking her arm |
his. This ring would never fit E'
telle, dearest. Her hands are tr'
mendous. Didn't you ever motto
them? They are almost as large G
e mans. / never saw such hands"
"She's an awful nice girl just tn
same"
Il don't doubt that. Come. "
must quit fooling now and hurry {
we shall never get home. Marcia wi
be frantic"
"Marcia?"
my aunt. l have so much to te
you l hardly know where to begin