"I should like it very much, if the lady will be so kind." "Then I will go and bring Mrs. Stansbury, if you'll wait here for us," and smiling at her, a friendly smile that warmed her chilled heart like a burst of sudden sunshine, he bowed himself away, and left the little beauty sitting alone by the rail. She leaned her elbows on the rail, her dimpled chin in her hands, and watched the foamy waves with tender eyes as she thought how bonny he was, her handsome new acquaintance. Almost nicer, indeed, than Clifford Standish, or at least he would be, but for his absurd prejudice against her going on the stage. "Won't Cissy be surprised when I have another handsome caller? I suppose she'll be cross, and wonder where I got another string to my bow," thought the budding coquette, with artless vanity. She decided not to tell Cissy of the actor's strange conduct, for she would only say that he did it on purpose, and that it served her right. "And I shall not give her the chance to crow over me, and say, 'I told you so!'" murmured Geraldine. In the preoccupation of her mind, she did not notice that the rail she leaned on was old and weak, and had been mended at that very place. In the sudden indignation at the thought of Cissy's contumacy, she leaned yet more heavily upon it, and, with a sudden snap, the frail support gave way, precipitating its lovely burden into the water. "Heaven have mercy!" shrieked poor Geraldine, as she went downward over the side of the boat--down, down down, into the churning, frothy waves. In a moment all was terror, bustle, and confusion, the passengers all crowding to the side to look over, almost precipitating another accident in the excitement. "Give way!" cried a stern, ringing voice, as the tall form of the fireman pushed through the crowd, and he demanded, hoarsely: "What has happened?" And a dozen voices answered that there had been an accident to the young lady he had been with just now. The rail on which she leaned had broken, throwing her into the water. "My God!" he cried, supplicatingly, and sprang over the side to the rescue of the drowning girl! CHAPTER III. A GALLANT RESCUE. "Awake, awake, oh, gracious heart-- There's some one knocking at the door! 'Tis Cupid come with loving art To honor, worship, and implore. Arise and welcome him before Adown his cheeks the big tears start. Awake, awake, oh, gracious heart-- There's some one knocking at the door." Several moments of keenest suspense ensued, while the noisy and excited crowd watched the water where Geraldine's fair head had gone down beneath the surface. Harry Hawthorne made a bold and gallant dive through the eddying circles on the water, and for a few breathless moments, he, too, was lost to sight. The people shouted, in dismay and pity: "They are both lost! They have been sucked under the boat by the swift current!"