by Mr. Whilden.

"Impossible!" he exclaimed. "How in the world could Nellie get
here?" adding a moment later as he looked more closely: "Surely it
is she. Is there any hope for her, Doctor?"

"Of course there is," replied the physician. "She is coming around
all right, thanks to these young men, who rescued her."

"And where are they?" asked Mr. Whilden. "I had almost forgotten
them in the excitement," turning to the boys, who had come on board
to learn as to the fate of the girl. Shaking hands with them again
and again, he explained: "She is my daughter. I hadn't any idea
she was anywhere near, and I don't see how it happened yet. Why,
hello, Frank!" addressing the young man who had been in the canoe,
and who was now wringing the water from his clothes. "What in the
world were you doing here?"

"Why, Nellie and I," explained Frank, agitatedly--he had not yet
recovered from the shock of his experience--"came down to visit
Mabel, and we went out for a cruise on the river."

"But how did it happen?" interrupted Mr. Whilden, "I thought you
knew how to handle a canoe."

"I thought I did, too," replied Frank, "but Nellie saw you on the
deck and, forgetting where she was, attempted to stand up to wave
her handkerchief to you, and, the next thing we knew we were all
in the water."