Salt Lake Telegram | 1918-10-18 | Page 18 | Confessions War Bride

GDUtESyi6SM PRIDE; I lil..aailliliJil a great corner post, and drew from soma J concealed drawer, a long flat boa. J The taller man took out ona envelor X and replaced It with another. . Then th-S hurried back to their boat. fM1 I was above It, on the rocks anT directly di-rectly back of It and quite aafe accept for my white lege, my whHe arma and ny white, whit ace. I wss not etinina. Not even tha muscles mus-cles of my chest moved. Then the gleam of their electric flash. Just by chance, i fell upon my toea. it rose higher and I niftier engulfing me like a pittleea flood and then, full in my face, the light bhnd-ed bhnd-ed me. ( (To be continued ! I Copyright, itl. by th Newspaper En- ' terpr1ee Association. BUY A BOND Nut sheila and much other such rub- f hiwh which ta usually burned In a bonfire I can be made to yield neat by burning j in the stove or fireplace BUY A BOND 1 If vou ara fortunate enough to aav 1 a piece of hand-spun linen, treasure It like gold ; aBBsiBBaBBjBo.eSBBSBaeBasaBseBe j CHAPTER XXXV. X Ignorance e Fear 1 Oanca Along ta Meet a Mad Adventure. Although "Tha Mansion" la miles from the railroad. Pr. I'erfla finds It easv to go to New York on bueineas once a week. He left n nwh trip this murniirg. and this afternoon Iddv I orrlmtr mm called to Boeion to talk with t-e managers of hie campaign. It eeema that Meahan and , Phtplev. the two men who were anked to rest an from the Country club, are making mak-ing soma election complications exactly as daddy feared .they would Mother Lorlmer Instated on going along. I don't know whether I am left here as a chaperon for Mrs. f'apin. Ha by Barbara Bar-bara s prety nuree. or whether she Is chaperonina me R'jt It doesn't- matter. There's nothing tn the w'ldcrnesi to fear hut snakes. Andaa for the aea, I've been sitting all afternoon on th upper veranda writing leiiers and watching the gtortmm Mi'- mr. Not a sail, rot a smoke cloud, nor a fishing boat has made a dot on tha aea for hours. Before It gets dark. I'm going to have a dtp In the briny deep, "all by my lone." see Reckoned by the farts. It la only forty-eight forty-eight hours Since I wrote the above. Measured by my emotions, 1 must hava lived half my lifetime. I slipped down to the cove clad In my "annettes" and wrapped in a thick bathrobe. bath-robe. I knew the hosthouae would be locked up for the night and the cove deserted, de-serted, but I found it much darker down there than I expected. (Somehow I lost my ambition to swim and decided to tske Only a plunge, preparatory pre-paratory to which, alnce I had been sitting sit-ting all sfternoon. I put myself through some lively exercises shd ended theot In a wild folk dance which whirled ma down the causeway to the Inland. " As 1 atopped to ral-h my breath, the' soft even dip of oara surprised me. There waa no ether sour. not even a whisper only the faint splashing of water. I crouched between two rocks and Just I to time.- A small row how t hehtty r rated ; on the sand si feet below me, and two ni"n stepped aahore. I 'Three hoes wen Up." ssid one of them "That means 'come on but be careful Well find the papers here, ail right " ' x , They were evidently familiar wtth the plare F.ach man drew a pltol ss thev I nesred the ha-tat hHjee f n tha plstfnrm I which ia above high tide they atopped at