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Connor, Ralph, Pseudonym, 1860-1937

"The Sky Pilot in No Man's Land"

It was indeed a beautiful scene. The banks
of the river were covered with every variety of shrub and tree, except
where the black rocks broke through; between the banks the dark river
raged and fretted itself into a foam against its rocky barriers; over
them arched the sky, a perfect blue.
"What a lovely view!" exclaimed the girl, seating herself upon the edge
of the bank. "Now," she said, "tell me about yourself. You gave my pater
a fearful fright this morning. He was quite paralysed when I came on
him."
"I am very sorry," said the youth, "but I had no intention--"
"I know. I told him not to worry," replied the girl. "I knew you would
be all right."
"And how, pray?" said the young man, blushing at the memory of his
startling appearance upon that rock.
"I knew that any fellow who could take that dive wouldn't likely let
himself drown. I guessed, too, that if you heard me hoot--"
"I did," said the youth.
"You sure would get slippy right away."
"I did."
"I guess you were pretty well startled yourself, weren't you?" said the
girl, pursuing the subject with cool persistence.


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