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THE SINNER'S SENTENCE
By Virginia Rolfe Estabrook
(Copyright, 1916, W. G. Chapman.)
With the skill of an expert boat
woman and a strength born of ex
ercise and practice, Hazel Grey
drove the yawl under her control
against the shingly beach, leaped out
and ran swiftly to the spot where a
fellow creature lay in deadly periL
She had sculled the clumsy craft
from the little island in the center of
the lake and half the distance ac
complished, had hurried her course,
for this is what she noted: A young
man toppling over the edge of the
bluff 20 feet up from the beach.
Either he had slipped in venturing a
descent or had been asleep and had
rolled down the steep slope. In any
event the fall had been a bad one,
for he lay half submerged by the wa
ter, his eyes closed and apparently
Hazel lost no time in dragging the
half suffocated victim out of the wa
ter. He stirred as she did so. She
looked troubled and full of pity as
she noticed a bruise near his temple.
In landing his head ahd struck a
stone. Abruptly he sat up and
looked about him in a dazed way.
Then a glance at the fair girl
brought full intelligence.
"Hello!" he ejaculated and arose.
Hazel drew back, shy and blushing.
He seemed to comprehend what she
had done through a glance at the
wet streak where his body had been
dragged over the sand. He rubbed
the abrasion over ihs brow. His eyes
lit up with appreciation and grati
tude. "You have worked quickly," he
observed, and she said simply:
"I had to."
"And I owe you my life!" he added,
after a brief pause and quite solemn
ly. "Tell me about it"
But Hazel drew back from exploit
ing her casual dash in the interest of
"I was sculling over to get some
groceries for the camp," she ex
plained briefly. "You see, there are
twelve of us, all seminary girls, and
we are putting in a week at rough
"Oh, I see," murmured Warner and
then he turned sharply, for, staring
beyond him, an expression of vast
discomfiture and amazement in her
beautiful eyes, Hazel stood rock
rooted with the fluttering gasp:
"Now I'm in for it!"
She seemed quite to forget the
presence of the stranger. Warner
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There Was a Hurried Climb Over
drew to one side to arrange his
disheveled attire. An automobile
containing a chauffeur and an angry
faced, over-dressed woman of about
40 dashed up to the spot.
"Come here this instant," she com
manded Hazel, and panting like a
child the girl approached the ma
chine. The woman seized her arm
and quite pulled her into the car.
"Go on!" she ordered the chauffeur.