New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1902-11-05

she lost her purse. He had follower
her to the platform with the triie OF
leather and silver mountings. He had
missed the train, too, and had been
obliged to wait for the next one all
for her purse.
Then she bent her head to catch the
roar of the ocean and forgot Raymond
and his courtesy.
The days rolled on happily, peace
fully, for Bessie Kavanagh. For Wal
ter Raymond it was feverish process
sion of hours that brought him ever
nearer to the end of his vacation, with
no prospect of meeting Miss Kava-
nagh. He scorned the ordinary means
of making seaside acquaintance.
The landlady had told him quietly, but
firmly, that Miss Kavanagh did not
care to be introduced to any one. He
was beginning to feel that, after all,
it was not fate when the telegram
appeared
Not that it was the first telegram
Miss Kavanagh had received. Her
employer had been obliged to consult
her by wire on an average of once a
day ever since her arrival. IN 80
Raymond was smoking on the shady
side of the porch. The messenger toss
ed him the yellow envelope, saying:
ssAnswer-an' tell her to be quick
Got another message here. for the Bur-
ton cottage .
Raymond's feet came down from the
railing to the porch with bang. The
cottage was wonderfully quiet. He
finally found Mrs. Brown in the kitch-
en-. '' -r~' 3" -+is 20
"Oh, dear, another telegram for Miss
Kavanagh. And Albert's gone to the
store. I can't leave this strawberry
jam, or it III burn. Would you mind,
Mr.. Raymond, just to take that to her
room ?" ~ 'F. = 7s*s {
Would he mind? Perhaps it was
fate, after all, in the form Of a dusty
messenger boy. A minute latter he
was stalking down the cool, dark entry
leading to Miss Kayanagh's door. His
knock was answered by gentle Eyes"
- telegram, and the boy is waiting
for reply" he called rather hoarsely,
for he felt oddly nervous.
The door opened just wide enough
for the message to be placed in a
tanned, but graceful hand. There were
a rustic of skirts, the scratch Of a pen,
then quick step toward the door.
The same hand, prettily curved
wrist and half bare arm, over which
fell lace rutf1e, were thrust through
the narrow aperture
THANK you, Albert; there's the an
swer. The dime is for YOURSELF
By desperate effort Raymond re-
Trained from bending over to kiss the
arm so temptingly close. {
t'Thank you, Miss Kavanagh, but
this is not Albert. It's Mr.. Raymond,
but I'd like to keep the tlime-if''-
A gasp, and the ..oor opened far
enough to show a blushing face and
a mass of tumbled, waving hair.
"Oh, Mr.. Raymond, IL am so sorry
Il beg your pardon" Then remembers
ing her tumbled locks, she shut the
door fast, and whispered through the
keyhole: 'I-rn see you some other
time"
The messenger boy departed with
wonder in his soul. Raymond had
tipped him SO cents, an unheard of
extravaganza at Pigeon Cove. But
Miss Kavanagh's dime formed no part
of the exorbitant tip. for. polished and
emblazoned with a certain monogram.
it now graces Raymond's watch chain.
And Raymond says that Mrs. Brown
Of Sea Cliff cottage is surely coming
to the wedding, for if she had not been
stirring strawberry jam and sent him
to deliver Miss Kavanagh's telegram
it never would have happened. Which
goes to show that Mr.. Raymond has
transferred his faith from fate to