NORTH SHORE BREEZE and Reminder 9 
“You're not going to take anyone in here with us,” 
the man demanded. ‘You will spill us.” 
“T wouldn’t do anything like that,” the girl’s tone 
cut like a knife, ‘“The shore is about thirty-five feet away. 
You swim in with her, and I'll go and get a bigger boat 
and come back for you. Hurry, Bob, she may be nearly 
spent.” . 
The man laughed harshly, “Are you crazy Nell? I 
swim in with anyone. Nonsense.” 
“What are you going to do, then? Let that girl drown? 
If you won't, I will.” Surprised at the vehemance of the 
girl’s words, the man turned. ‘The girl had kicked off 
her ridiculous little French slippers, and her fairy like 
fingers were tugging at the fastenings of her filmy even- 
ing gown. Before the man could stop her she stood up 
in the frail little boat and a second later had dived into 
the inky blackness of the water. 
“Coward!” The word struck Bob Miles like an icy 
blast as it came to him in the girl’s voice—hard, cold, 
unfamiliar. Leaning far over the side he could see the 
girl he loved swimming valiantly toward the shore and 
towing another figure. Straining his eyes he watched 
the lithe well knit gallant little figure gaining the bank, 
foot, by foot, until at last she passed beyond his line of 
vision. Looking up, the man saw a big motor boat bear- 
ing down on him. He opened his mouth to shout a 
warning to the other boat, but no sound issued forth. 
Helplessly gazing around he grabbed the girl’s disgarded 
paddle and tried to get out of the monster’s course— 
but his arms were paralyzed and refused to do his bidding. 
The thing drew nearer and nearer, while the man 
watched it fascinated as a swallow will watch a bird of 
prey—unable to move, unable to speak, powerless to do 
anything but quietly wait for his destruction. The girl’s 
clear young voice calling to him from the shore, came 
to him like a dream. Dimly he realized that she at least 
was safe, and down in his heart he was glad. The 
thing came nearer and nearer, a few feet more,—a sick- 
ening thud—a shrill scream rang thru the still night. 
The big boat had hit the frail canoe. A black curly 
head appeared on the top of the cold unrelenting water, 
then slowly disappeared under its unyielding surface. On 
the shore the girl waited—in vain. 
The next morning two overturned canoes were found 
floating side by side, like companions in misery. 
The sun shone down mistily from above and wept 
its benediction on the grim silent waters. Maybe the moon 
had told him one of her many secrets of the night before, 
and he, too—the great smiling happy sun—hid his head 
behind a black cloud and grieved—but that we never can 
tell. 
(THE END) 
Some Old Houses on Cape Ann 
TOURISTS who are interested in ancient houses can 
find several rare old specimens of y® olden time on 
Cape Ann. At Pigeon Cove is one much sought by artists, 
and if one is fortunate enough to be allowed to see the 
interior, a perfect dream of beauty of old-time furnish- 
ings is revealed in the big front room. This is known as 
the old Witch House or Babson house. ' The story is told 
that in 1689, three men fled with their mother from 
Salem and built the house as a refuge for the mother so 
that she should not be punished as a witch. Guests at 
the house this summer are Mrs. Adin Babson, Miss Ruth 
Babson and Miss Leah Babson of Chelsea. 
The old Ellery house in Gloucester, near Riverdale, 
built about 1704 and used for a parsonage and later on 
as a tavern, is another of the important historic houses. 
While Capt. Ellery was conducting a tavern in it the 
selectmen of the town held their business meetings in the 
big main room. Descendants of the Elleries still occupy 
the house and can tell many interesting stories of the 
old days in Gloucester. The house contains many valu- 
able old pieces of furniture, rare china and other inter- 
esting relics. Until recently it was kept open to the 
public, but now, only the occasional visitor is permitted 
to see the rooms. 
Among the other old houses is the one at Goose 
Cove near the Willows, built by Thomas Riggs, the first 
school master and town clerk. It is said to be the oldest 
on the Cape. Others are the Babson house at Riverdale, 
built about 1740, the old Freeman house at West Glou- 
cester and the Dennison house at Bay View, built about 
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