The day book. [volume], December 26, 1913, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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tress, her eyes were directed up into
where they were fastened, a bright
gaping and staring in the same direc
tion. The town hall was the tallest build
ing in town. Running up from its
roof there was a flag pole fully seventy-five
feet in height. The strong
breeze was whipping the loose ropes
about this, and at the apex knob,
where they weer fastened, a bright
blue object was fluttering frantically.
It was a blue bird, which the trav
els of Donald had shown to be a
product of Borneo, famous for its
brilliant color and a song note of
sweetly expressive cadence. Just
now, however, the poor imprisoned
creature was uttering shrill cries of
terror and pain.
"It got out of the cage, flew away,
and Its foot is caught in the tangled
ropes up yonder," some one remark
ed. That it was the cherished pet of
the beautiful young lady, Donald at
once discerned. No one ventured to
suggest a way to release the hfrd. A
first glance at the face of the young
lady had enthralled Donald. As a
second depicted her rare anxiety,
Donald spoke to a bystander.
"I will get her pet for her," he said
simply, and disappeared within the
building.
A rustle of intense excitement
swayed the watching throng as Don
ald appeared on the roof of the build
ing. Then there was a breathless
hush as he began climbing the
smooth, yielding pole.- It was en
trancing to view his sailpr-like skill
and hardihood. As Donald neared the
top of the pole it bent over danger
ously. With accurate nicety of equi
poise, however, he reached the top,
released the blue bird, and holding it
in one hand slid easily to the roof.
A tremendous cheer rent the air as
he appeared below. The eager maid
was advancing with the cage. He
slipped the truant within it and. mod
estly stepped away.
"The young lady asked about you,
she wrote down your name; she said
she must see you to thank you," a
neighbor told Donald that evening.
"Do you know who she is?"
"No."
"The rich Miss Caruthers. They
have ajnagnificent summer home up
at Silver Lake."
Then the next morning, rather
grudgingly it seemed, his Cousin Ru
pert came to him.
"I saw Miss Caruthers last even
ing," he announced. "It seems you
captured one of her lost pets. She in
sists that you must come up to the
lake this evening. "Say," continued
Rupert, with a rather disdainful
glance at the careless attire of his
humble cousin, "fix up a bit, will
you?"
"Ashamed of me, are you?" chal
lenged Donald, with a laugh.
"Of course not; but you see, that
is, I like the family to make a good
impression see ? "
It seemed to Donald as though
some subtle influence never before
experienced was urging him to go up
to Silver Lake. The memory of the
charming face he had seen in the au
tomobile lingered vividly. It was just
before dusk when he reached the
Caruthets home.
It was well that Donald had come.
A heavy storm had come up, dark
ness and a dense fog were fast en
veloping the hroad lake. He found
the anxious Caruthers family dis
cussing the probable whereabouts of
the daughter of the house and Ru
pert, who had gone out in a yacht.
Donald was too much of a sailor
not to realize the peril of the yacht
if it had not landed somewhere. He
found a small steam launch at a pier.
Soon he was afloat.
A tossing light finaly directed him.
As he drove aside of the yacht it was
to find his cousin sick and helpless,
and useful Miss Caruthers bravely at
the helm; but the yach't nearly a
wreck. He had arrived just in time
to save them.
Superb climber, expert sailor, for
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