tenderness and brusqueness; of common sense and poetry; of fun and
seriousness, this adopted son of the sagebrush. These were Helen's
thoughts as she watched his strong body bend gracefully over the oars,
which sent them flying through the sapphire water of Lake Tahoe.

Already the color was beginning to appear in Helen's cheeks and she
looked happier and more bewitching than ever before. "An angel
pointing the way to Paradise," thought Jack. They discussed the moon-
kissed glades and leafy woods of shadowland. Did they know that in
each leafy bough Cupid awaited with love's weapon poised? Jack drew in
the oars and allowed the little boat to drift; it is sometimes
wonderfully sweet to drift; sometimes we drift into the harbor of
happiness; sometimes we smash against the rocks, and are left
shipwrecked. Little did Helen dream that soon this new found happiness
was to vanish; that her lips burning for kisses yet unborn, might soon
unbend and voice deepest anguish and piteous appeal; that those eyes
which betokened unsolved depths of fondest affection, of laughter,
love and life, might soon lose their lustre and dreamy languor, in an
ocean of tears..... There two people drifted silently along, conscious
only of the fact that they were supremely happy in each other's
company .... But lo! out of the quiet a storm is born: why had they
not noticed that the moon had hidden her silvery face behind a black
cloud? The spray and rain beating upon their happy faces was the first
incident which made them aware that a terrific storm was upon them,
and that they were many miles from home. The wind was whipping the
waves into a perfect fury, thus rendering unmanageable the little
boat. The thunder rolled and roared, and finally the wind drove the
frail craft against the stony wall of Cave Rock. Jack managed to grasp
a part of the jagged surface and drag Helen with him; the boat hit
against the rocks several times and finally broke up.