The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1902-08-20
The Face
In the Sand
BY JOHN j. ABECKET
Copyright, 1901, bv A. S. Richardson


mer morning, drinking In the air and
the slow, green waves break
with the conviction that she was deriv-
Ing new strength for hos settlement
work. If only some of those poor east
side youngsters could have Il little Of
this sea air too! But they would reap
the benefit of all she got and there
was comfort
At which stage of her reflections she
paused to look with smiling curiosity
ut something In the sand, Ii was the
profile of a young girl fashioned very
eleverly out of the damp material. AS
she continued gazing 1t grew on her
that the features were quite like her
own.
1t was a mere coincidence, of course.
She didn't know anybody In the place,
finding all the company she needed In
Miss Cunningham. After their break.
fast she would get her friend to walk
that way and see how the sand image
affected her
The waves of the incoming tide We're
almost tapping II, but her companion
caught sight OF the alto rilicvo mod
eled from the unstable material and
stopped to look ut II more closely
"Why, Margaret" she exclaimed aft
er n moment, raising her eyes to the
your head There! Now take off your
hat Yes! 1t Is fair likeness of you,
Who In the world can have done itf'
at Is enough Of likeness to merit
this returned the other, stamping the
delicate profile into oblivion. ut is n
piece of impcrtinencew
In the sun parlor of the casino that
afternoon she noticed man regarding
her. There WINS II contentcd, we'll fed
air about him which she did not Ike,
although he was good looking man
in his heavy way, Earnest, practical
interest In the thin poor made her Il
little lntolcrupt of stated idlencss At
dinner that evening she caught his eye
upon her again MS he passed her table.
She averted her face. Miss Hartwell
was very pretty girl, but fastidious
one, with no taste for u seaside fiirta-
ton.
"That Is Burlington, the sculptor"
neighbor.
That face in the sand! Her facet
This was the mani
Miss Hartwell got n note from her
brother Tom that day saying he could
not come before the end of the week.
AiNAII UIrIa "a IN fptnh nnI
carry for you. You mention half doz-
en- women you have met and then com
plain That the place IL restful, but n
little dull Here's your chance.
hear that Hammond, II Boston man.
classmate OF mine Mt Yale IL at At
lantic City. lie IL II good fellow-rich
fnmlly, brains but Is shy of girls.
shall make him miserable by sending
him note of Introduction to you ant
Miss Cunningham"
A day or two later the young feel
low presented the note. He was q
charming young man. From an nc
qualntance he rapidly developed into
an acquisition. lie was quiet and dig
nilied. Mt shy Miss Iartwell got to
like him very well. Tom Is II good
athlete, but not strong on analysis Of
character" she laughingly said to Miss
Cunningham.
Miss IIartwell had not encountered
her face Oh the sand again and was
reaping nothing but health and pleas
IRE from her vacation, especially since
young Hammond had become such an
interesting part of It. Then one morn
ing she came upon II again. AS before,
1t was early morning. She stamped
1t out even more emphatically.
Her brother arrived that day, and
much annoyance the sculptor was oc-
casioning her Tom lost no time In
getting after the man, who denied oil
knowledge of the matter.
II came here for rest and amuse-
ment, and the last thing l am likely to
do Is 10 make faces in the sand. 1
work In more durable material"
But the likeness was unmistakable.
and you are the only sculptor here"
urged Tom doggedly.
THAT may be. l had nothing to do
with II. My word should Offset mere
suspicion. | do not know your sister,
but II she IL the young woman l think
you can assure her that l will not
model her face In the sand" the man
concluded sareastically.
Miss Hartwell was incredulous when
she heard her brothers report 81 don't
like the mans face" she said.
"That doesn't prove he.did yours in
the sand, Maggie" returned her broth
er reproachfully. II gather from his
remarks that he doesn't like your
fnce."
Miss Hartwell tossed her, head. Tom
was SO easy going. She might catch
this man at his work. Then she knew
she could count on Tom. She strollcd
along the board walk, occasionally APP
preaching the rail and looking down ON
the beach, for the next two or three
mornings early. Eat she saw no one.
Perhaps he had been frightened of.
If she could only catch him!
The next morning she did. There,
crouched down on the sand, working In
It, so absorbed that he never glanced
around, was man. He and she were
almost the sole persons abroad at that
hour
She recognized the elandestine mod
cler beyond the shadow of doubt. But
instead OF getting her brother and hny-
ing him fan upon the delinquent red
handed she hurried back to the hotel
and watched from behind the curtains
of her room until she saw the sand
artist come up. Then she sailed forth
again, went down to the beach and re-
garded her features with more interest
than ever. He had actually put a
sweet smile on the lips! Suddenly she
turned and studied the sea. The tide
was coming In.
She stood motionlcss, thinking very
hard Yes, Every time she had seen
the face on the sand 1t had been early
morning, when nobody was about ana
the tide was coming in.
She turned, smile on her face, re
garded the sand image wistfully, thel
suddenly stopped and stuck pink ear
nation from cluster at her corsage IL
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