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About The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 1, 1887)
m THE WEST SHORE. space; and with . wild, frenzied shriek he astonished her by bursting out into, of desperation, be sprang from the cliff, rmging laugh. t Toot fat. the seething, foaming Do you mean to teU me tha w Jom of lb. Pacifia today you -d f , t me?" he asked, at length. When6tanleycamedown,withaBud. "Tcnlay! "ttH den and violent plunge, into the water, more than half an hour ago, he re. it Boomed to him that something like an plied, eyeing him easily, as though electric shock ran through every nerve beginning to suspec that somethingwas and fibre of his being. It was as though wrong with his mental equilibrium. He a troublesome veil had been suddenly laughed again; then said- torn from his eyes, and he saw things in " Pardon me, and please don t look at a distinctly new light He was strug- me so. Indeed, I am not an escapedlu. gling in the water, but, strange to say, natic. I am just an honest, hard work, the mad waves of the Pacific had been, ing editor, but am the unfortunate pes by some mysterious process, transformed sessor of a set of ' neives and an erratic into the placid waters of the Willamette; imagination, that sometimes combine to the glittering cliffs and crags of the is- disturb my slumbers. When I plunged land had vanished, and in their stead, he into the river just now, I was-sound beheld the sloping, green banks of the asleep." river; and oh, what a welcome sight it " Asleep!" she echoed, wonderingly, was! With what a thrill of thanksgiv- with a smile upon her lips, ing ho struck out to reach it " Yes, I have had a strange dream, in " Hero, catch hold of this branch, and which you have had a prominent part I will pull you ashore," cried a clear, I would like to relate it to you. Will bell-like voice, and he was conscious of you meet me here tomorrow, at this a pair of startled brown eyes peering hour?" into his, as he was pulled, dripping and " Yes," she answered, simply; then bewildered, to terra firma. they shook hands and parted, and Stan- " What does it all mean?" he asked, ley went home to dream all night not as he dropped on the green grass, and of the beauteous queen of the land of stared stupidly across the river. " sweet idleness," but of the small, dark " That is a question for you to an- face and earnest eyes that were to be, swer," she said, solemnly. "I left a henceforth, the beacon light of his life. lxx)k on the log here, and came back to Two days later, the Champion came got it, and just as I approached, you proudly to the front with a big " double sprang up excitedly, uttered a loud cry, header" on "The Island of Rest" and leaped into the river. If you meant which the author reproduced, as nearly to destroy your life, heaven forgive you." as possible from memory, the original Ho looked at her in silence, and ap- copy written on the magic island. poArtd to bo lost in thought Suddenly Carrie Blake Morgan.